A/N: Next up is Sakura, who is writing a song for Corrin.

Didn't you know? She is the original composer of 'Through Fire and Flames'...

Sakura's hands trembled as she makes another attempt at playing her song on her koto… her song. A piece of music she made just for Corrin, she hopes he will love it… as she loves him. Her eyes glance over at the empty chair in front of her, where an aged letter lies, a smile forms as she remembers the day that her mother gave it to her,'Only open this if you find yourself questioning the man you are falling in love with.'

At first it made no sense, she was too young to understand the idea of husband and wife, but she listened all the same. Now? Now, she understood, Corrin wasn't related to her, and she could fall in love with him… which is why she wrote this song, a mix of soft and slow, a song of bonding. A song just for him and herself.

"Lady Sakura!" The youngest Hoshidan princess squeaked and jumped in place as Hana entered the room, "Oh, sorry." As usual, there was a katana strapped to her retainer's side, and she had obviously just returned from a training session.

"I-It's okay, Hana… is th-there something wr-wrong?"

"I just wanted to check up on you." She smiles, "You've been really focused on getting this right. Probably even more focused than my own training!"

Sakura flushes, "Hana, please… n-no one is more focused on tr-training than you are."

She smirks, "I still get my meals on time." She briefly goes out the door and brings in a small cart with fresh vegetables, fruit, and other assorted food.

Her stomach growls, "Oh… I supposed I did miss a meal or two." She grabs a small strawberry and nibbles on it… delicious.

"How is it coming along?" Hana asks as she bites into an apple.

"I-I could still use a lot of p-practice… I don't think I can d-do this tonight…" There was no sheet of music to accompany her, this was all by her… for him.

"Maybe an audience would help?" She suggests. "Because I think you are better at it than you think."

Sakura flushes, but still smiles, "You a-are always so c-confident, Hana."

She nods, "Lady Sakura, you are an intelligent young woman, I am certain that you could do anything you set your mind to." Hana would continue, but she doesn't want to praise her liege too much, it would lead to her discomfort.

The princess concedes, "I suppose… okay!" She nods, "I'll try my best." Her stomach growls in protest and she flushes even more, "Erm… after we eat."

Sakura took a deep breath as she finished her piece of music, Hana has gave the Shrine Maiden her undivided attention, the type of focus the Samurai would give her own training. At first it unnerved her, but after Sakura started playing, the world faded to just her and her Koto… which the world returned after she bowed, immediately flushing red.

"That is beautiful." Hana complimented, "I think you did wonderful, Corrin will definitely fall for you, big time."

Sakura fiddles with her Koto, "Y-you really th-think so?" Her retainer gives her a reassuring nod, "Then… I'm ready!"

"Would you like for me to get him now, or…?"

She hesitates ever so slightly, but a determination crosses her face, "Now." She declares, "I will show him just how much he means to me." Hana gives her a beautiful smile, before taking her leave. Sakura glanced around, from her Koto, to the chair, to the letter on the chair, then back to the door Hana just left through. She smiles as she picks the letter up and read it over. She has kept the letter preserved as best she could, despite it being over a decade old and…

"Little sister?" Sakura squeaks as Corrin appears out of seemingly nowhere. "Sorry."

She flushes heavily, though it's more than just shyness, "I-It's not a pr-problem, Corrin."

"Hana practically ran me over, what's wrong?" He looks her over, "You aren't hurt, are you?"

"N-no! Of course not!" She gestures towards the seat, tucking the letter in her pocket, "I-I wanted to p-perform a song for you."

He smiles and her heart races, "That's right, you play the Koto, don't you?" He asks as he sits down.

"Yes!" She cheerfully replies, before readying herself, "I really hope you'll like this."

"I'm sure you'll do wonderfully." He nods, then stays silent as she starts playing. His head is swaying slightly to the rhythm and Sakura finds herself moving her own body as well, the two are smiling and in that moment, all is right.

But it all seems to end too soon, Sakura bows as she finishes. "Well?" She eagerly asks.

There is a sort of serenity on Corrin's face that brightens her day even more, "Beautiful, it was…" He tries to grasp the right word, "touching?" He sheepishly smiles.

"It… was supposed to invoke things like caring… cherishing." She couldn't bring herself to say bonding.

He nods, "That's a better description, though I have to ask, there are better judges for music, why me?"

She fiddles with her Koto, "I wrote it for you." She admits, then hesitantly takes the letter out, now's the time… before putting it back, no, she'll tell him. "Corrin, there is something important you need to know about you."

He leans forward, interested, "Oh?"

"You… you're parents aren't mine," She stops and shakes her head, "Mother brought you in, Your parents aren't Queen Mikoto and King Sumeragi."

"Sakura…" He seems hurt, "Then do I have no blood-family left?" Even though he never openly talked about it, she knew losing the Nohrian royal family damaged him in a way that would never be repaired.

"You… could, if you want to." Her flushing increases, but she fights through the nervousness. "Corrin… I care for you I love you I want to spend my life with you I want to start a family with you will you be my husband?" She rambles out.

He hesitates, "Um… could you repeat that? Slower this time?"

Sakura takes a breath, "I love you, Corrin. I want to marry you, and have a family with you." She doesn't think she can take much more of this.

"Oh…" He looks away. "Sakura." His voice drops in a way that nearly brings Sakura to tears, and not the happy kind. "Little sister." He reaches out, "I can only think of you as such…"

Tears fall as her composure breaks, all of that for this? "I…" She stops as he brings her into a hug, the world feels right again, even as her heart shatters and she knows the hug is for comfort, not the love she has been craving.

"Shh… I'll still be here for you all. Okay?" She chooses not to respond, but instead milk this hug for all that it's worth… because she doubt the next hug will be as warm and comforting.