A/N: FINALLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! IT'S DONE!
I am SOOOOOO sorry for not updating sooner! The holidays were busy, New Year's was weird, my dad lost his job again, been doing a lot of reading, been too lazy to actually write... But! HERE IT IS~!
Okay, so look, this is the second to last chapter. Chapter Nine will be the last one and then maybe I'll have a sneak peak for you guys. Anyways...
DISCLAIMER: Only thing I own here is the plot, Levia and Tucker.
Warning: I don't think there is any for this chapter...
The royal engagement ball had ended well, in Chrom's eyes, anyway, but… there were a few who thought otherwise because of the saddening news they received that night.
It was difficult for the few who knew that their friend was gone and she wasn't going to come back again. Ever. That, was what Robin believed to be one of the most painful things there was. Having to say goodbye, when you know with all of your heart, that you will never say hello ever again.
Sumia walked up to the tactician's room. She had some questions to ask her about the wedding. Her fist gently knocked against the door of her friend's room and stood there patiently, waiting. The Pegasus Knight frowned after about ten minutes and the door still hadn't been answered. She twisted the doorknob and entered slowly to see…
The room was empty.
The brunette entered the room with a confused look on her face. All of Robin's things were either cleaned up, out of sight, or just… gone. But, out of the corner of her eye, Sumia saw a small pile on the desk of her tactician. Turning, she realized it was a stack of letters.
The Pegasus knight approached the desk and gasped. The first letter was addressed to her. She sorted through the stack, only to find that there was a letter for everyone in their company. One for her, Frederick, Gaius, and etc. But, the last letter was addressed to Chrom.
Chrom's letter was the thickest of all. It was very large and she could tell it had been stuffed full of paper. Sumia scooped up all the envelopes and rushed downstairs (only tripping once). Her shock was clear on her face and she threw them all down on the table in the dining hall. She threw down a metal goblet on the ground to get everyone's attention.
"Everyone! If I could have five minutes of your attention." she called across the room, her voice echoing as she stepped on top of the table. Sumia bent down to pick up the letters and one by one called out each name on it. Each person came forward to receive their envelope and most sat to read them.
"Chrom." her voice was shaking by this point, her throat was beginning to get sore. Sumia held the letter out to her fiancé. Their hands brushed gently and the touched lingered longer than it should have, neither one minded, of course, they were betrothed.
With the help of her prince, Sumia got off of the table, and took a deep breath. Her letter was still in her hands. She gently brushed her fingers along the edge of it, slowly opening it. The brunette fell into her seat at what the words on the page said. Tears filled her hazel eyes. Sumia shook her head, speechless.
Everyone in the room was in tears, or close to it at that point -well, except for the few who were able to hide their emotions well. It was a heartbreaking sight for the servants who going to and from the room. But, the heartbreak they all felt was the least of their problems, for even though things were at peace with the other countries for the time being, they all knew that their friend was dying.
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The horse galloped at a steady pace as the rider gently stroked it's mane. The warm air whipped around the teal hair that lined the rider's face, blowing it back gently as Robin looked up. It was dark, allowing the tears that streamed silently down her cheeks to only be seen by the stars.
There was a slight flush on Robin's face, whether from weariness, or the tears, she couldn't tell. It didn't matter to her, though. She was leaving for a reason. She was ill, so she had decided not to burden her friends by dying there. At least in Plegia Robin could attempt to get a better treatment.
Shaking her head, Robin decided that she would be best if she got that off her mind. She turned her head to study her companion. The young woman had navy hair, and beautiful azure eyes. There was a soft look on her face that let the tactician know that Marth was probably thinking of home, or good memories. She didn't know which, but she didn't want to bother her, so Robin stayed quiet.
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It had been three days since Robin left, leaving the palace to feel empty. They all missed her. Especially Ricken. Currently, the mage was rereading the letter his friend left for him. It was a gentle letter, trying to ease his mind. He moved to put the letter back in the envelope, for safe keeping. But, for the first time, he noticed an additional page in the envelope. It looked like the page had been added in after the original letter had been written.
The copper haired teen pulled it out and gasped softly. It was a drawing. And it was of him. There was a soft outline of his features, showing him asleep on the bed next to Robin in the infirmary. He had remembered resting his head on it while she was unconscious, but… She had awoken and drawn him?
Ricken's eyes flew over the picture. His face looked older, yes, but the way he had been drawn also made him look younger. He looked probably fifteen. He looked at complete peace. The mage traced the outline of the paper, noticing a jagged edge, showing it had been ripped. He flipped over the paper, and on the back, a large E had been in the fancy cursive that belonged to Robin.
He made a curious face and stood up, setting the envelope on his desk. The drawing was folded carefully and Ricken flew out of his room and raced down the halls. His boots clacked against the ground, loudly and quickly. He hardly paid attention to anyone else as he ran. He didn't care if he ran into anyone, he just got up and kept running.
"Chrom! I know how to find Robin!"
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The time had passed that it was time for the sun to begin setting, luckily, the had arrived at a small town in Plegia. Robin looked at her companion as they dismounted and walked with their horses. Her voice was soft and barely reached her own ears when she spoke. "I… Thank you. We can get lodgings tonight and then you can return the Ylisse. I no longer need assistance from here on out."
Looking at Robin, the swordswoman's face softened. "Are you sure? I would hate to see you harmed."
Yes, then, you won't have to see me harmed. The tactician nodded with a smile. "I'm sure. I'll find a place to get treatment soon enough, and when I'm back on my feet, I'll get a job to pay off my treatment."
"… Alright. I'll leave tonight though, I don't want to have you use your money on me. But, I'll find you an inn."
Marth walked off with her horse, stopping in front of a small building to talk with the owner. After about twenty minutes, she returned to her companion. The navy haired woman placed her hand on Robin's shoulder. "He said he would let you stay with them, and help you find treatment when morn comes. Then, he said that you could pay him with whatever you had."
"Thank you, friend. I hope to see you again someday." Robin placed a kiss on her cheek and began walking towards the man Marth had gestured to. She waved at the young woman, who waved farewell in return.
That, was only the beginning of everything that would soon come to pass.
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It was her wedding day. Most would say she was too young, but she was in love, and ill. It had been said that she wouldn't live above the age of thirty. But, her eyes had been filled with hope as she said, "Don't you see, mother? I still have fourteen years to live happily with him!"
They were wed quickly, and set of twins was born within the year. Two boys. One looked like the father, the other like the mother. She loved them dearly. All was happy and calm. But, then, she fell ill.
Her husband searched for a healer who would take care of her and cure her of her illness, but to no avail. After sixth months, though, her body restored itself and she told her spouse that it happened occasionally.
Two years later, she gave birth to a daughter, whom looked like neither of her parents. She looked like her grandfather, so, she was named after him. Her grandfather had been named after a bird, so it was a gender neutral name.
When the young girl turned eight, a mark appeared on her hand and her father proceeded to test on her. He had turned heartless over the years and cared little for other. But, after the girl's eleventh birthday, her father caused a fire, and during the distress, her mother whisked her away to Ylisse.
It was a long while before she was found. But, the mother missed her sons. For, any mother would. It was harsh on them both, but they lived in a small town in Ylisse.
One day, after the girl had turned sixteen, she went for a walk. Her mother had just passed into the next life, leaving her alone. She looked up to the sky for guidance and waited for a sign. There was someone spiraling down from the sky, but she couldn't see who. The teen ran to catch the person, but the person slammed into her with a magic attack to her chest, wiping her memory clean.
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"Ouch! Careful, Levia!" the prince exclaimed, jumping at the pain of being stabbed accidentally by a needle. He was getting fitted for his attire for his wedding. It was to be soon, that was certain, but if his tailor couldn't finish the suit in time, then, it would have to be postponed.
"Sorry, sire…" Levy replied with a distanced look on her face. She glanced towards the window and combed a hand through her blue hair. Her hands went back to work on the sewing of the white suit.
"You seem distracted today… I understand that it's hard on all of us now that Robin's gone, but-"
"Actually… That's not the reason." She cut him off, glancing up at him from her work at the pants. The white material was smooth under her fingers as she worked at the edges. Her forlorn gaze didn't pass by unnoticed as she continued her job.
This raised the young man's curiosity. He raised a navy blue eyebrow, watching his tailor carefully. Why else would she be troubled? What else could be going on? Then again, he was a royal, so he never really thought of seeing what was going on in his servants' lives. "Would it be rude of me to ask why, then?"
Levy moved her light hair from her face, tucking the short strands behind her ear and sighed softly. "No, I suppose not." was her simple reply. After all, he was just concerned. Her fingers finished off her stitch and she set the needle down. Best not to get distracted whilst working.
"Today, about four years ago, was my wedding day. Supposed to be it, anyways." the tailor's hands fell to her lap and she watched them, to distraught to look up. "His name was Tucker. He was good to me, perfect in every way. We had been engaged since we were children, and ironically, we ended up falling in love. If I had married him that day, I would have died happy, but… something ruined it. His father in fact."
She wiped at her eyes with the back of her hands, taking a deep breath. "He was after his own daughter. She was only fourteen, I was fifteen. Tucker was sixteen. It was because she was 'the one fit to rule,' or something of the sorts. Tucker was protecting her, taking the beatings willingly, just to protect her."
Levy risked a glance up at the prince, he was giving her an odd look. Her laugh was mixed with her tears. "No, he was after her in a romantic or sexual way, before you say anything. That would be gross.
"Anyways, the night before the wedding, the house was burned to ashes, just because she had run away to her brother. Their mother was burned alive. It was terrible. We had to run, we had no choice. Tucker was right behind us. I had taken his sister and we ran. Ran as far as we could, but, we weren't fast enough.
"He caught up to us with servants and guards, pinning the fire on me, claiming I had manipulated my fiancé into starting it. Tucker stayed and fought off the guards, and his own father, while I took his sister and ran."
A sigh escaped her lips. "We finally caught a cart on the borders of a nearby town. It was a trading cart and I offered my hair in exchange for a ride to Ylisse. My hair hasn't grown since." her fingers brushed the ends of her short hair cut. "It was because of the blade used. But, I don't mind. I saved her.
"We lived in peace for about two years, but then one day when I was here, working, she just up and disappeared." Levia shook her head. "Everyday, I'm stuck with the regret of what I could have done to change what happened. I bet her mother felt the same way."
Chrom stood there in shock at the story. He wasn't expecting something like that. Actually, he didn't know what he was expecting, but it sure wasn't that. His eyes held his awe at the story, he knew that his tailor could see it, but he couldn't hide it.
"Where is she now?" the prince suddenly had the nerve to ask. It wasn't like him to be so nosy, but he couldn't help it. He was curious.
"Gone. She… She was met with a fate that could be considered worse than death, but she doesn't see it that way. Currently, she's on a journey, to a place far away."
The blue haired woman stood and dusted off her lap. "… My apologies." her voice cracked. "But, we'll have to finish this another day, Highness."
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The young tactician stumbled forward, a weariness in her steps. Marth had left her hours ago, and she was barely managing to get by. Taking a deep breath, she made to take another step forward, but paused when she saw a sign made of wood in the window of a tavern. It read in thick scrawl:
'Help needed. Preferably female.'
Robin hobbled towards the building, a pain tearing through her whole abdomen. Tears of agony built up in her eyes, and she collapsed forward. She waited for her face to crash against the dirt, but it never did. Instead, two warm arms hoisted the tactician to her feet. One arm remained around her, to help her balance. When she looked up, she saw the face of a young man who looked familiar to her. His eyes were a velvet purple and filled to the brim with tears. When he spoke, his voice sounded broken.
"Robin…"
But, unfortunately, that was the last thing our tactician heard before falling unconscious.
A/N: Well, I hope you guys liked that. And... Because I was gone so long, the first person to review gets a free oneshot with the pairing of their choice! So, here's the info for that.
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Thanks much lovelies! I shall post the final chapter of Happy For You as soon as I can!
~Shimmer
P.S. Any suggestions on the name for the sequel? I can't post it until I get a name.
