Notes: I'm happy to announce the second chapter, which you all saw coming, yes? I'll be trying to keep up the update pace of one chapter per day, same as with the Child Scrolls. Also, special thanks to Gunlord500, who has consistently reviewed all my Fire Emblem content, like wow, eternal gratitude to you, pal!

Robin wasn't stupid. She knew she could look at shared features between her son and the male Shepherds, and make a match based on eye or hair color. However, not only was this nearly impossible at the moment, as Morgan had her eyes and his hair was still completely burned off, but also because she wasn't quite sure of the type of hair Basilio had when unshaven and his beard couldn't be used to draw definite conclusions. So here she was now, hiding behind a tree, observing the man with the eye patch.

"Woman, you fight like a cow!" Basilio taunted his practice partner.

Flavia chuckled. "Your mother was a cow!"

The tactician groaned, thankful that the pair's immaturity didn't get in the way of their amazing fighting skills during actual battle.

While watching them spar, she thought on how to avoid ending up in the Khan's bed. Either of their beds, considering the way Flavia had been talking to her as of late. And her end plan pleased her: she would force them to get together somehow.

She knew they were good friends and gravitating closer than that, which made her feel less guilty of what she was going to attempt, but they hadn't given the jump through the engagement ring as many of the Shepherds had. She had to attack the reason for that, no matter what it was, and help love triumph, so their loyalty through marriage would keep her from having an affair with the Khan in the future. Either of them.

So Robin approached Flavia as the pair finished their practice. "Hey there," dear Naga, she was so smooth, "do you have some time to chat?"

The East Khan looked at her intensely. "Is this over my proposal?"

The tactician gave a small step back. "No, it's something else." They walked over a short distance, away from Basilio's ears. "I have noticed you and the West Khan are very close."

Flavia scoffed, but averted her eyes. "We are rivals at Ferox. We keep ourselves closer than we would our own friends, Robin, nothing more."

Was that so? "Well, that is just fine, then. He has presented me with some flowers, and I was worried I was his lady on the side..."

"That would have been awful," Flavia agreed, reaching out to grip her shoulder really hard. "But, between you and I, you shouldn't let him pursue you."

"Why? Is he bad?" she asked, feigning innocent shock.

This launched Flavia into an hours long rant about all of Basilio's flaws, how he was avoidant of most commitments. There was drinking involved, because of course there was. But come morning, Robin hid behind a tree again, watching as the Feroxi leaders met some distance from camp.

"You oaf, good of you to show up on time!"

"What is it, woman?"

"I want you to take me as your wife," Flavia declared with confidence.

Basilio nearly fell over. "Wait, what?!"

Robin cheered silently, and returned to her tent.