Well, we're back in the saddle ladies and gents!

Today, we get more fluff upon fluff for our little triangle, and get some news from back home.

I'm honestly considering changing the title to Fire and Ice (and Death), I won't lie. Just imagine Fjorm and Laev's reactions to Eir entering this relationship, not to mention poor Alfonse.

Sharena would just faint though, along with everyone else.

We'll see though, I wouldn't put it past Henriette if she hadn't heard about the current situation.

Regardless, on we go!

Night's News

It was a lovely opera.

The singers and players were the best in all of Askr, their performance met with thunderous applause and great cheers. So too was Selena met with great enthusiasm when she took the stage at the opera's end, basking in the praise alongside her family.

Alfonse, Fjorm, and Laevatein cheered with the crowd. They had expected something good since the lord of the city personally requested it be put to stage, but it was still a marvel to witness.

The story was that of a tale Alfonse had heard the heroes of Selena's world tell often. One of a gentle performer thrust into a tumultuous war for a throne he didn't want, only to fall to madness. His redemption came in death, delivered by those he'd wronged by his tragically warped actions.

It was all Selena for the music though, Morgan providing lyrics for the performers. They could see Robin and Cordelia practically glowing with pride as the audience let out, the family heading to the after party.

Alfonse was partial to joining them, they were dressed for it after all, but Laevatein was hesitant. "Are… you sure I won't be recognized?"

Fjorm smiled at her friend and did a little twirl, the blue-white silk she wore shifting with the motion. "Don't worry Laev, no one not involved with the frontlines will be able to tell. At worst, you'll get looks because this lot are pasty from too many parties while you've actually seen the sun."

Laevatein had a feeling she was being polite about the difference in skin tone, but mentally shrugged. What care did she give for those who saw only that when her love and friend were there? "Alright… but I'm not one for functions like this, don't be surprised if I wish to leave before long."

Alfonse smiled and took her hand, leading Laevatein from their seats and into the theater, Fjorm taking his other hand. "It will have dancing and food, Laev, just focus on that. Fjorm and I will deal with the gossipers."

"If we're not there, stick to the Volk family." Fjorm offered as they plunged into the crowds. "Selena and Morgan may be the center of attention, but their parents are more than capable of turning away any… less than subtle conversationalists. Without setting them aflame."

Laevatein gave her a look of mock indignation, making Fjorm and Alfonse laugh. With that settled, they had to navigate the crowds for almost half an hour before arriving at the after-party, Robin standing by the entrance to greet them. "Glad you guys could make it. We have a few things we want to talk about, but that's for later. Please, come in and enjoy."

They nodded their thanks and entered the ballroom, the venue separate from the Opera House and designed for splendorous functions. It was full of patrons too, their wealth clear in their dress, and Laevatein couldn't help but notice she drew more than a few eyes despite being unknown to the country at large.

"Alfonse!" Morgan called from the center of a throng of fans. "We're over here! Come on, what'd you think of the show?"

The prince guided his loves towards the excited red-head, the throng parting with bows of respect and whispers. Alfonse had reluctantly parted his hands from Fjorm and Laevatein, but their presence still set tongues wagging.

"That was a fantastic debut!" Fjorm gushed when she was close enough. "Your songs were wonderful, and your sister's music made the whole thing magical!"

Selena walked over to them, black-purple dress sparkling under the chandeliers. "Well of course it was great, we spent almost a year writing it before we got summoned. I'm impressed by the turnout personally, didn't think so many would turn up for a new opera."

Alfonse took a glance to the crowd and gave the sisters a smile. "I'm not surprised at all, the people of Askr are always eager for a new show. We've had some truly terrible ones over the years, but even those drew in people just to see the wreck."

"Gee, thanks." Selena drawled, Alfonse scratching his head in embarrassment. "Glad to know all this work would've drawn a crowd even if it was hot garbage."

Fjorm cleared her throat and changed the subject. "That aside, are you and your family going to stay long? I glanced at the snack table and its less than fulfilling."

"Lucina and Owain are here, actually." Morgan answered, gesturing to the crowd at large. "Somewhere anyway. We were all planning on mingling and dancing for a while before heading back to the estate. They said there was something important they wanted to discuss with us, but it could wait."

Laevatein glanced around, vaguely recognizing the names. "I don't suppose a little music will be played? It's rather hard to dance without at least a drum."

"That's on its way." Cordelia said as she joined the group, her hair flowing and blending into her gown of red and gold. "As the crowds delayed Prince Alfonse and his loves, so too have they delayed tonight's music. Robin and Lucy are keeping an eye out for them, so for now, who's up for some food?"

She was met with several cheers and they wandered over to the snack table. It quickly turned into a question and answer session starring Morgan and Selena, the sisters nearly forced to explain their reasons for certain parts of the opera.

At one point, the band finally arrived and gentle music settled over the hall, Robin emerging from the crowd to retrieve Cordelia and lead her to the floor as the first dance of the night. Following behind was Lucina, her hair dyed grey for reasons she promised to elaborate on later.

As she took Selena out on the floor, Morgan stood back with Alfonse and Laevatein, Fjorm having volunteered to look for Owain. "I thought it was shocking when she showed up with her hair like that. Lucina looked so much like Aunt Sumia, Mom thought she'd come to visit instead!"

Alfonse had to agree. "It's quite the resemblance. When she's in her normal attire, it's obvious she's Chrom's daughter, but tonight… well, I'm sure Selena is more than a little steamed."

"She had steam quite literally rising out of her ears." Laevatein noted, watching the pair in question twirl about the dance floor. "I thought a spell had gone wrong."

Alfonse chuckled good naturedly, but could tell Laevatein was getting impatient. "Lady Morgan, will you be ok by your lonesome for a bit? It would be rude of me to deny Laev her turn on the dance floor."

Morgan rolled her eyes and waved them away. "Be on your way, I'll be here. Just remember that Fjorm's going to want her turn, along with every bachelorette in this crowd with an ounce of courage."

Laevatein took the chance to glance around as Alfonse excused them and led her to the dance floor. As Morgan had said, many of the young women in the crowd were eyeing them carefully, even those who were almost a decade older than Alfonse.

"Is this part of the reason you don't like these functions?" Laevatein asked as they reached the floor. "You said as much when Sir Robin invited us."

Alfonse sighed and started the dance after she placed her hands in his. "Indeed, though only because its exhausting. Father is quite sure to remind me of my obligations and need to think of the future, but it's difficult to see how indulging tittering socialites helps."

"They are your people." Laevatein reasoned as she spun under his arm. "To be royalty is to serve those who you rule, or that's what my sister says. In turn, they see you as a beacon and symbol to rally behind, which may partially explain why your father was against you joining the Order."

Alfonse shook his head and sent them into seemingly endless turns. "Were that the lone reason. I don't regret my choice though, I'd have never met so many people and experienced so much."

"Let alone found love."

Laevatein smirked at him as their turns ended in a flourish, the crowd applauding. "Just be yourself, that's all you can do. Wisdom and understanding, I cannot offer, but I'm sure you'll figure yourself out."

Alfonse pulled her up and bowed, as was custom. "Hopefully, time will tell. Would you care for another dance?"

Laevatein hummed in brief thought before another tune drifted over the floor and she took his hand. "Of course, dear prince."

And so they danced twice more, Laevatein soaking in their time together before she felt compelled to separate from him. It was mostly so Alfonse could have a break, but after she curtsied and returned to the snack table, Alfonse was subsequently swamped.

Fjorm was watching Alfonse get asked to dance by a variety of other ladies with an exasperated grin when Laevatein walked up. "I feel bad for volunteering now, just look at him."

Laevatein shared the grin as an eager girl dragged Alfonse out of the morass of dresses, the prince wearing his most polite smile despite his feet getting trampled shortly thereafter. "It's fine, you'll get your three dances no doubt. Hell, it's probably best you try soon so they leave him alone."

"Did you have a nice chat?" Fjorm asked rather than continue the banter. "I saw you speaking with him during the dances."

Laevatein bit her lip, not sure if she should share. "That's… probably for Alfonse to tell. Just ask about all the women that swarmed him and go from there, I'm sure you'll figure it out."

"It's about his father isn't it?" Fjorm asked, sighing at Laevatein's shocked look. "Despite what you may think, I've met King Gustav and Queen Henriette previously. The Queen is like looking at Sharena all grown up, but the King is… stern and cautious. It took my sister and Lady Anna many weeks before he agreed to meet with us."

Laevatein looked back to the floor, Alfonse dancing with a woman a little older than his previous partner. "I suppose we all have family troubles, in one way or another. Maybe that's why he was so sympathetic to me when we first met."

"Admittedly, I'm at the short end with that issue." Fjorm muttered. "I barely knew my father before he died, so I can't understand how he feels there. Hopefully it'll resolve itself, and it's not like he lacks teachers and mentors to turn to."

She nodded to another part of the dance floor, where Robin and Cordelia were trying to talk themselves onto the band's platform. "Just Sir Robin is a wealth of experience to draw on, not to mention the many kings and queens in the Order. But that's an issue for a later date, there are other things to do right now."

"Like claiming your turn." Laevatein sighed in amusement, Fjorm shooting her an unashamed smile. "Go ahead, have fun. Oh, and find out the name of the one hanging on him like a courtesan, it's shameful."

Fjorm groaned but put on a determined face and marched onto the dance floor. She proceeded to verbally tear apart the woman trying to force another dance out of Alfonse before taking her rightful spot in his arms.

"You are surprisingly vicious." Alfonse noted sagely as he started dancing with her, Robin and Cordelia having commandeered the band's platform. "I should bring you to all these events, it'll save me so much time."

Fjorm smirked as they spun and twirled. "If you really want to get these girls off your back, I can do something a tad drastic. Nothing embarrassing, but you'd need to be ready."

"May we hold off on that plan for a bit?" Alfonse said with weary resignation. "I owe you two more dances and our hosts appear poised to take over for the band."

Fjorm glanced over and saw the Volk family had indeed stormed and taken over for the band, Selena conducting the odd congregation through a surprisingly well-done rendition of a more popular waltz. "Then I will wait. Besides, why do you sound so resigned? I don't recommend actions like this very often."

"No, only with me." Alfonse shot back, Fjorm giggling in answer. "Now let us enjoy the rest of our time here. I'll deal with the bachelors before we head out."

Fjorm rolled her eyes, affection clear. "Of course you will, dork. Your honor demands no less, even when I was quite able in fending them off myself. One of these days, you'll find yourself in a situation with no way to win."

Alfonse just smiled at her, their second dance passing peacefully despite the increase in mutters and whispers it generated.

Something Alfonse had failed to mention was that in Askr, the royalty's dances were carefully counted at whatever function they attended. One dance was polite and for strangers, two was for friends, three for close allies, and four stood for spouses.

Alfonse choosing to dance three times with two women sent tongues waggling.

It was at the end of the third dance that Fjorm enacted her idea, the pair ending their time on the floor with Alfonse dipping Fjorm into a lovely flourish. With great daring and bravery that in no way surprised Alfonse, she pulled herself up just enough to kiss him.

The gasps that filled the room were very satisfying to her.

A whistle cut through the air, making Alfonse and Fjorm stand and pull away to look at the perpetrator, Selena. "Alright you two, enough of that! We've done enough damage for one night, let's get out of here!"

The family abandoned the platform and hurried out of the ballroom as it descended into shocked chatter and speculation. Alfonse, Fjorm, and Laevatein hurried alongside them, the family acting as a shield to the people trying to ask Alfonse and Fjorm all kinds of questions.

Laevatein took advantage of the pandemonium and stole a kiss from Alfonse, no one noticing it amongst the press of bodies as the guards moved in to restore order. By the time it returned, the guests of honor were riding away aboard a carriage the lord had provided for them and rumors swiftly began to spread.

Alfonse would have a fun time when he got back to the palace.

They didn't think about that though, not when Laevatein had her first up close encounter with Lucina and Owain to distract everyone. Seeing her attempt to comprehend the sheer dorky nature of those two and their lovers was enough entertainment to make the entire brouhaha they left behind fade away.

At least until they arrived at the manor and found a pair of surprises lounging in the main hall.

"Gunnthra?!" Fjorm shouted upon sighting her elder sister, the Nifl princess staring at her companion with thinly veiled consternation. "What in the frozen hell are you doing here?!"

Laevatein was equally surprised by the other new guest. "Sister? I… I thought you were still at the border."

Laegjarn looked up from the cards she was holding, Laevatein's voice turning her attention away from the game of poker she was playing with Gunnthra. "Ah, good, you've returned safely. Earlier than planned admittedly, but I suppose it's a good time."

She smirked at the fuming Gunnthra. "At least now I won't have to see this stubborn woman start betting her modesty on a card game."

"You're cheating, somehow." Gunnthra groused before returning to her usual gentle personality. "It's good to see you Fjorm, Alfonse. We'll answer all your questions after everything's settled but be aware that much has happened in the time you've been away."

She was met with incredulous looks, everyone clearly saying 'no duh'. Only Lucina and Owain looked unsurprised by the appearance of the elder princesses, which Selena and Morgan were sure to start haranguing them on as everyone went off to change.

Upon their return, everyone got themselves situated on the couches. Much to Gunnthra's amusement and Laegjarn's ire, Alfonse had their sisters on either side of him.

"So, to start," Gunnthra began after clearing her throat. "The Summoner, bless his heart, heard the call to summon four days ago and went to the temple grounds. We followed along to greet the new arrival, only to be greeted by Prince Chrom's dear little sister after the light faded."

Morgan perked up. "Oh, another Aunt Lissa showed up? Cool, I can catch her up on Owain's misadventures."

Her husband looked less than pleased by that, but remained silent.

"That's the thing…" Gunnthra said slowly, clearly confused by something. "This was Lissa from a time two years hence from where all of you came from. She wouldn't share details, but she commanded light magic far beyond what even Deidre or Linde are capable of."

Laegjarn went from there. "She sortied against my forces and single-handedly wiped them out. No one killed, but everyone was rendered unconscious in an instant. I attempted to escape, only for that cheery monster to follow me all the way back to the palace."

"She destroyed the shrine and… ended Father before banishing Loki."

Everyone was floored by that information, no one willing to believe that one person could enter the heart of Muspell's territory unassisted and destroy the greatest threat to Askr and Nifl in generations. Laevatein was in the deepest denial, unable to reconcile the sheer indomitable will and strength her father held with news of such utter defeat.

"I know it's a lot to hear, but there's more." Gunnthra continued gently, knowing Laevatein was taking this hard. "With Surtr gone, Laegjarn became Queen of Muspel and called an immediate cessation of hostilities. In turn, I've been informally recognized as Queen of Nifl, though neither of us have gone through the formalities."

Robin grimaced as the news washed over them. "Um… congratulations on your ascension? I assume part of the reason you're both here is to inform your siblings and discuss the next steps?"

"Most of that has been taken care of." Laegjarn sighed. "Princess Veronica was returned to her brother, though I fear they won't be long for peace. Our soldiers have already returned home, though I have been promised a great deal of aid in rebuilding Muspel. I have also promised help in repairing the damage we've caused."

Gunnthra patted a pile of parchment on the table. "All of the details are in here, but we've made a rough trade agreement between our countries that will be refined over the next few weeks. That's the important parts though, the war is over and we're on the road to recovery. There's no need for any desperate plans this time, and our traveling trio can enjoy the rest of their trip without worry."

Grimaces were had as Laevatein remained silent, head down and shoulders shaking. Seeing that she needed to get away from everyone, Laegjarn strode over and helped her stand. She promised they'd see everyone again in the morning before guiding her sister up the stairs.

All was silent for a moment before Gunnthra sighed. "Sir Robin, Lady Cordelia, could you take your family upstairs as well? This last share of the news is for Alfonse and Fjorm alone."

The family looked at each other, unsure, but they slowly trickled up the stairs. Once they were alone, Gunnthra made a gesture that formed a dome of ice around them, sealing off the conversation. "Sorry about this, but you both need to hear this."

Fjorm and Alfonse stared at her in resignation. What else was going to get thrown at them?

"First, Laegjarn's crushing on Hrid." Gunnthra threw out, making Fjorm slump in defeat. "Don't ask me how, it seems to be love at first sight. Hrid enjoys her company too, so I'm just giving you a heads up."

She looked to Alfonse next, who was trying to comfort Fjorm. "You, my friend, are going to be meeting up with your mother at the next stop on this trip. Against our better judgement, it's been decided not to inform your parents of this triangle you're in, so she knows nothing of this besides the mission's goal."

Alfonse sensed there was more to that right as Gunnthra gave him a pitying smile. "Thing is, we were briefly attacked by the undead. The Lissa that defeated Surtr proceeded to put an end to that by not only defeating but reforming Hel herself. I don't know the details, but Hel's daughter has stepped forward as your first official prospective bride in gratitude."

Alfonse gave her a flat stare while Fjorm burst into hysterics. "Bullshit."

"I'm not kidding." Gunntra stated just as flatly. "In the two days she's been with us, Queen Henriette has grown quite smitten with her. Polite, kind, emotionally mature, everything you could ask for in a prospective match for your dear son."

"Oh, and she's a total knock-out."

Fjorm was struggling for breath, wheezing in laughter at the whims of fate that seemed set on getting Alfonse as deep into a bad romance novel as possible. It was just too funny.

Alfonse though, threw up his hands in disbelief. "For the love of heaven, what is going on? Just because you guys don't tell my parents the details of this trip, suddenly I'm supposed to entertain a suitor? She maybe the nicest person in a century, but I cannot abandon those I've given my heart to!"

Gunnthra smiled at him, respect growing. "That warms my heart, and I'm sure Laegjarn would agree. Problem is, they've already set out, this is nothing more than a warning. You will be meeting Princess Eir at your next destination alongside Queen Henriette. At that point, you have two options."

She held up a finger. "One, you can entertain her as a suitor while privately explaining why you cannot take such an idea seriously. This will likely free both of you, as her gratitude is repaid, and you have fulfilled your obligation."

A second joined the first. "Or two, you can explain this to your mother and, assuming you aren't disowned on the spot, end the entire thing before it begins. The first allows you to continue the trip, but opens the door for more suitors."

"The second ends the whole mess at the door, though I risk my inheritance." Alfonse finished with a sigh, Fjorm taking his hand now that she'd calmed down a bit. "Princess Gunnthra, this is something I must discuss with Fjorm and Laevatein. This decision affects us all and I refuse to make it without all parties being present and able, which Laevatein is not."

Gunnthra smiled at him, his words a glimpse at the man her sister had fallen for. "I see… very well then, I leave the decision to you and your loves. Fjorm, if I may be selfish, are you ok with this news?"

"Of course not." Fjorm said after taking a deep breath. "Laev and I were willing to step aside for each other because we became great friends, such a gesture does not exist for someone who seeks to step in a stranger. But, this concerns those I care for, and will be discussed at length."

"In other words, I will be ok with it once we're all ok with it."

Gunnthra shook her head and walked over to them, her arms encircling both in a gentle hug. "How mature of you both. Fjorm, Mother and Father would be so proud of you for your thoughtfulness, even to someone you once called enemy. Alfonse, I'm sure your parents will be proud too, just be brave."

Alfonse nodded tiredly while Fjorm returned the hug. "Thank you, Queen Gunnthra. May we please be excused? This… is a lot to think on."

Gunnthra nodded and the dome dissolved, the queen standing back to let them go. "Please, sleep on it. I won't brink this up tomorrow out of respect, but be sure to tell Princess Laevatein the news the moment you feel it appropriate."

"I will." Alfonse promised. "Goodnight, Good Queen."

Fjorm hugged her sister and whispered her own goodnight before the couple made for the stairs, Gunnthra disappearing as they entered the halls. Once at the end, they found Queen Laegjarn leaning against a door. "Oh, you two. Come back later, she wants to be alone."

Alfonse wanted to say something, but Fjorm grabbed his arm and started to pull him away. When he looked at her in protest, she gave him a stern frown and a shake of her head, not speaking until they were outside her designated room. "Alfonse, at least let her sister leave first."

"Why, when she's clearly needing some form of comfort?" Alfonse argued, upset about leaving Laevatein alone with her grief. "I can't abandon her now, not after the promise I made you both! What kind of paramour am I to do that?"

Fjorm pulled him closer, nose to nose with him and a glare set in her eyes. "One that respects her need to be alone for a while. Alfonse, I love you with all my heart, but honor and chivalry can't solve everything. If anything, the chivalrous act right now is the worst thing you can do!"

Alfonse stopped his struggle at that point, prompting Fjorm to continue. "Alfonse, you've suffered grief and loss, as have I. We both know that wanting to be alone is only natural and that trying to help too early comes off as unwanted pity. Laev has to be ready for you to help first, then you can comfort her."

Alfonse stared at her for a time before taking a breath and sighing. "…You're right. I'd only hurt her further right now."

"She loves you as I love you, Alfonse." Fjorm soothed. "Your time will come, and you will help her for both of us. It shames me that I cannot help my friend right now, but I will have my chance later. For now, just be patient."

"Your honor will be proven before long."

She kissed him, long and deep. Her own worries and fears going to him, showing he was not alone in the desire to help Laevatein or the uncomfortable position they now found themselves facing with the next destination.

Alfonse kissed her back, relaxing if only a bit. As Fjorm said, the time would come to help Laevatein process her grief, he just needed to be patient and let her do what she needed.

After several breathless moments, they separated, Fjorm letting go of his arm reluctantly. "…I think her sister will have left her be for now. Go ahead and check, I need to rest."

Alfonse nodded and bid her goodnight, waiting for Fjorm to enter her room before retracing his steps.

Laegjarn was still there, and she stared at him as he walked up. "So… you're the one who got my sister to come back."

"I… don't know if I can help, but I'd like to try." Alfonse said, eyeing the new queen warily. "She told us some of her past, of your mother and father. If nothing else, she's opened up to Fjorm and I, so I swear we'll do all we can."

Laegjarn continued to stare at him, Alfonse refusing to flinch under her heavy gaze. "So not only has she decided that you are worth courting, but she's remembered some of what we once were? Here I thought these many years had driven the memories away."

She sighed and pushed off the wall, Alfonse refusing to budge as she walked up to him. "Look, I'll be straight with you. I don't know you, your character, or anything like that. The only reason you're still breathing is because all the royalty of Nifl and my sister vouch for you."

Laegjarn stared down at him, their height difference clear. "I have not yet been told the full story as to how you and her came to start courting, but know this. Should she be in any way hurt or saddened, you will be burdened with my grudge for all of time."

Alfonse met the gaze defiantly. "I cannot tell your sister how to feel, Queen Laegjarn. I can only be the best man I can be for her and Fjorm. Should I hurt them, no matter what, your wrath will be nothing before my own despair."

Laegjarn raised a brow, an amused grin rising on her lips. "What a grandiose promise. You mean it though, that much is clear, and now I wonder if it was the heart you wear so openly that won Laevatein's eye."

She took hold of his chin and turned his head from side to side, scrutinizing him, before nodding in satisfaction. "At least she has good taste in men. Were you older and more experienced, I may have made a pass."

Alfonse blinked in confusion, Laegjarn letting him go with a low chuckle. "Ignore my ramblings. I will leave you to guard this door then, though try and keep your attempts at comfort… sensible. I'm not ready to be an aunt."

Alfonse flushed scarlet, giving Laegjarn all the confirmation she needed. "Apparently I have nothing to fear. Goodnight, Prince Alfonse. May the peace ahead be fruitful."

Alfonse continued to blush for several moments after she left before taking a calming breath and sitting next to the door. The hall was silent, as expected, but he could hear faint sniffles and sobs through the door.

Alfonse bit back the desire to speak, knowing it wouldn't help, and waited. What felt like hours went by, Alfonse watching the light of the moon dim in the windows as he grew tired. The day had been long and he needed to rest, but Laevatein took priority over that right now.

"…Alfonse?"

Alfonse perked up and looked to the door, a puffy red eye peering through a small crack. "Laev…"

"Where's my sister?" She croaked, voice raw from crying. "I…I can't get to sleep on my own."

Alfonse stood and gave her a gentle smile. "She asked that I wait here for you while she rested. Well, not in those exact words, but I was worried for you. Fjorm is too."

"Of course you are." Laevatein mumbled, not looking at him. "Look, can… can I ask you to join me? Alone, just for tonight… just so I can sleep…"

Alfonse didn't like the tone she was using, but it was clear she needed something to sleep. If she was going to ever start recovering, then he'd have to bite the blade. "…Alright, but just know I'm free to talk if you need it."

Laevatein's eye disappeared, only to be replaced by her tear stained face as she opened the door. Alfonse waited a moment before she moved aside, and he entered, only to be wrapped in her arms with her head buried in his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." He soothed, her body shaking with exhausted sobs. "I know he wasn't a good man to you for many years, but he was still your father. All the good times you had, every laugh you shared before he changed, it's all been going through your mind hasn't it?"

Laevatein nodded, one such memory crossing her mind. She was so young, Mother smiling at her while her sister and Father wrestled over the last slice of pie. Laegjarn won and stood victorious while Father slumped in defeat, dramatically bemoaning his defeat.

Yet that warred with the many harsh years that outnumbered the happy times. Grief and rage had robbed her of everything and she thought herself numb to it even now…

"…Why does it hurt?"

Alfonse pulled her closer, voice lowered. "Because you cared, despite it all. You still cared, even when he changed, and now that he's gone… you can allow yourself to mourn."

"I don't want it to hurt!" Laevatein choked out, surprising Alfonse. "I resigned myself to something like this long ago! Father couldn't defeat time, he'd lose to it eventually, and I thought I'd be glad! At least then, Sister could take the throne and I'd still have a place and a purpose!"

She pushed Alfonse away, desperately needing space, and sunk to her knees. "Yet here I am, shaming myself with tears for a man who would beat me for them. Please… can you help me stop hurting for someone who doesn't deserve it?"

She looked at Alfonse, hoping he'd help her soothe the rending ache in her chest. Something that would get her mind off this, allow oblivion to descend and let her nerves rest.

…That could work…

Alfonse blinked and suddenly found himself tackled onto the room's bed, Laevatein making out with him furiously while trying to rip off both their clothes. She succeeded in getting rid of his coat and throwing off her blouse before Alfonse was able to free himself and pin her arms. "Laev, what the hell?!"

"It'll make it stop!" She shouted back, anger replacing grief. "Just screw me into oblivion, I don't care!"

The grief and hurt returned almost instantly. "It'll… finally stop… please…"

Alfonse stared at her silently before pulling her into a tight embrace, letting her cry again. "I… can't do that, Laev. I respect and love you too much to give that to you, for it will not heal you. I will be here for you tonight and every night you need me, but I will not do that. It is unfair to you and Fjorm."

"It always comes back to that." Laevatein muttered, frustration joining the mess of emotions. "Chivalry and honor. What if I don't care about my honor? What if I'd prefer sauntering into the tent one night in nothing but a smile?"

Alfonse chuckled lowly, the rumble soothing Laevatein a bit. "Fjorm would pitch a fit and throw a blanket over you. You'd do the same if she got drunk and did the same."

"You assume she'd be drunk." Laevatein cracked, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "She's been reading more of those books on the road, it's giving her ideas."

Alfonse groaned in answer, making Laevatein giggle. "It's alright Alfonse… I feel a bit better… and very tired…"

"Put a new shirt on first, please." Alfonse muttered, taking the chance to nuzzle the top of her head. "I don't want your sister to kill me come morning."

"Coward…"

Laevatein's jest fell off as her breathing evened out, Alfonse holding her gently as sleep at last washed over her. Once he was sure she wouldn't wake, he looked to the door and smiled at the pair of light blue eyes peering in nervously. "It's ok, Fjorm, you can come in."

The door creaked open and admitted Fjorm, dressed in her nightwear and holding a spare blouse. "Good, at least she's sleeping. Sad this thing I brought is going to get used, but… well."

Alfonse nodded silently and let Laevatein go, Fjorm carefully putting the new blouse on her after closing the door. Once the sleeping princess was settled, Fjorm shifted awkwardly. "Um… should I just sleep alone tonight? She may not appreciate me being here in the morning."

Alfonse chuckled at her worry. "It should be fine, so long as we be truthful. You came in after she fell asleep and wanted to help, that's all there is to it."

He nodded to the bed, Fjorm frowning. "It's fine if we mix things up a little. Laev gets the middle tonight, she needs it."

Fjorm fidgeted for a moment before her desire to help won out and she slipped into the bed, Laevatein's peaceful smile growing a smidge as they enveloped her in their arms.

Alfonse smiled at Fjorm, who still looked awkward. "Relax, just imagine Ylgr or Gunnthra."

"That's not the whole problem." Fjorm muttered, squeaking a bit when Laevatein shifted. "It's just… we need to tell her the news as soon as we can, but I'm still not sure how to take it."

Alfonse frowned in concern. "It is a lot to take in, especially that last part. I'm still trying to understand why the dead would ever attempt to attack the living, let alone why my parents chose now to bring forth a betrothal candidate."

"Who happens to be a princess of the dead." Fjorm finished for him, obviously peeved. "Were it not for the wonder we've had on this trip and had I known this would happen, we'd have returned to the palace the day after our time at the beach."

Alfonse had a feeling that wouldn't have gone over well. "At the very least, we can catch my mother first. She'll at least listen to the whole tale before saying anything."

Fjorm had a sad glint in her eye before settling onto the pillow. "And free that poor woman from her. No offense, but your mother's… a bit of a handful."

"When it comes to me and Sharena, big time." Alfonse agreed with a yawn. "But that will happen before long. Instead, let's rest."

Fjorm chuckled lowly and they settled in, the living furnace that was Laevatein warming and lulling them into a comfortable daze. Alfonse shortly fell to his dreams, but Fjorm had a niggling thought that refused to stay in her mind any longer.

"Had I only been brave, we'd not be here." She muttered sleepily. "No betrothal contracts or anything like that… I'd have you all to myself Alfonse."

Fjorm looked down to her friend, taking in the way she hugged Alfonse so tightly. "But… I wouldn't trade this for that. I'd never gotten to meet Laev or seen so much joy in so short a time. This can only help us in the future… and I can't wait to see it."

With that, she fell to her dreams, missing Laevatein crack open an eye and glance at her.

"Me too, my friend."

-On The Road, Camp-

"Princess Eir, are you holding up alright?"

Electric blue eyes looked up from the crackling flame, their owner taking in the sight of a woman dressed in a flowing travel dress with her golden hair tied up in a bun. "I am… unbothered, Queen Henriette. Our travel has been smooth so far and I have no complaints."

The Queen grinned a grin that was all hers. "Well, that's good to hear. Wish you'd try to be a little more excited, but I know stuff like this is at the bottom of most people's lists."

Eir turned back to the fire, ashen hair swaying in the light breeze of the night. "You all have my gratitude for helping my mother… it is only right I step forward for something like this."

The neutral tone made Henriette sigh, hoping against hope the poor girl before her could lighten up soon. "Be that as it may, I promised to take care of you while we go to meet up with my son and his party. If you have anything you need to tell me, be sure to do so."

Eir didn't look away from the fire, her voice as even as ever. "I will be sure to do so, but your kindness has left me wanting for nothing. It is late, however, and I recall hearing we must set out early."

She turned back to the queen and bowed before retiring to her tent, the guards accompanying them taking up positions nearby.

"Not terribly friendly that one." Henriette's other guest muttered as they left the shadows behind.

Henriette looked at them with a sheepish grin. "True, though I'm sure that will change. She's clearly polite and kind, just… a tad lethargic. Like you in the morning, Sir Dorcas."

The great fighter grunted his defeat there, though he still eyed Eir's tent warily. He wished that the others hadn't made him promise to keep his mouth shut on the state of Prince Alfonse, namely that he had two lovers now. It'd make this whole trip moot and he wouldn't have to watch the coming faux pas induced stuttering.

Still better than wearing that stupid costume again.

Henriette could tell the man was in his thoughts again and shook her head. "Well, neither of you are chatty at this point, so I'll turn in. See you in the morning, Sir Dorcas. We'll be at our destination by the day after tomorrow."

Dorcas bid her goodnight and the queen returned to her own tent, having to put up with the far fancier version compared to the ones she loved in her youth. Dorcas was part of the watch that night, so he conversed with the guards and kept his eyes peeled.

Unknown to them all, Eir was reading a novel in her tent, the story recommended by many of the Heroes she'd met in her brief time visiting the Order. It was an interesting read, but her thoughts found themselves drifting.

I have heard much of Prince Alfonse in my short time here. Though it was my decision to step forth as a possible bride, I cannot help but wonder if he will match up to the picture that has been painted for me.

If nothing else, they were close in age. Admittedly time wasn't much when it came to the realm of the dead, but by Mother's estimate, she was only a month older than Prince Alfonse.

I will see before long what he is really like. As well as the princesses of fire and ice…

She closed her book with a sigh and made herself comfortable.

What a strange week. Good, most certainly, but strange nonetheless.

Before she closed her eyes and let gentle sleep take her away, she pulled back a small cloth and looked at a small portrait Queen Henriette had given her, the image her only idea of what Alfonse looked like.

Much to her confusion, a smile tugged at her lips.

Who knew? If this went how the queen thought it would, maybe Mother's idea of grandchildren would come true sooner than she thought.

…Wait a minute.

She sat up and ran a hand over her abdomen, honest confusion showing on her face.

"Can I even have children?"

…

The morning was bound to be awkward now. Eir needed to ask the question if this was to continue, but how to bring it up?

Dammit, she should've asked for that class. Death and all it implied came naturally to her, but life and the process of life giving? No sir.

…Ugh, this was too much for one night. Better to leave it for later, preferably when there were fewer people around.

And a bottle of wine.

Ch. End

Alright, that's the first chapter of 2019! I hope everyone had a happy New Years and that the year to come treats you well!

Also, feel free to tell me your thoughts on Eir possibly joining. I'm leaning more towards having her act as a story vehicle considering the original premise of this story, but I'm willing to listen to any persuasion for her to join.

It's still very unlikely, but it'd certainly be interesting. Perhaps as a different story, but again, I'd love to hear opinions.

That's all I have! To answer a question I received, yes this Ylgr is the real one, so don't worry about that.

See you all next time!

Ciao!