Something that should be said. I uploaded this chapter a earlier today and here was a problem. I edited something that was in the story that people might look differently at. If you haven't read it yet, then GOOD! If you have then...please forgive me! If you don't understand what I'm talking about, EVEN BETTER!
Chapter 11 Destiny
Night after Emmeryn's assassination attempt
"Your Grace!" Emmeryn jumped in her chair at the mention of her name being yelled from outside her tent. Without even giving the Exalt time to answer the call her tent flap flew open and in walked Phila...with the Shepherds' tactician in front of her with his hand twisted painfully behind him.
"Phila? What are you doing to our tactician?" Emmeryn asked, feeling sorry for the brown haired man wincing in pain from the submission hold.
"Your Grace! I left for only 2 minute to attend to business with Prince Chrom and when I returned I find this man suspiciously standing outside your tent! There is nothing he could be doing but trying to take our Exalt's life while her guards are away!"
"I told you that I was ju-ARGH!" Matthew grunted in pain as the Pegasus Knight intensified her grip on his hand.
"Silence assassin! I knew I couldn't trust you the moment I laid eyes on you! Your Grace! Just give me the word and I can properly dispose of this little-"
"Peace Phila." Emmeryn said calmly as she stood from her chair. "Sir Matthew is trustworthy. This I can promise you. Now, will you please release him so he may tell his side of the story?"
Phila hesitated for a moment, but she released the tactician and went back to her usual stoic stance, while the tactician rubbed his now aching hand. "Alright Sir Matthew. State your reasons for suspiciously standing outside Our Grace's tent. If your answer is acceptable I may let your walk out of here with at least one leg."
Emmeryn frowned at the Pegasus Captain's last remark, but the blue head didn't seem to notice since she was staring intensely at the tactician; patiently awaiting whatever excuse he might have. "I came to Your Grace's tent to speak with her about an urgent matter." Matthew revealed. "I got here and wondered where her usual guard was. Since I couldn't find you I decided to wait at the entrance of the tent till you came back so I could have your approval to speak with the Exalt... When you finally arrived you treated me like a criminal before I even had a chance to ask permission to enter. And now, we are here."
Phila's cheeks turned slightly red from embarrassment as the Exalt and tactician looked to the Pegasus Knight Caption with raised brows. " I-Is that so." said Phila, then cleared her throat. "Well then, I apologize for falsely accusing you of trying to harm our Exalt, Sir Matthew." Phila did a short bow before heading to the tent exit. "I'll allow you to speak with the Exalt just this one time, so make it quick."
Before Phila could even get her foot out the tent Emmeryn called out to her. "Phila? Do you mind assisting Lissa and her needs for now? There is something I would also like to discuss with Sir Matthew in private." Both Phila and Matthew turned to the Exalt in shock.
"B-But Your Grace! I could never leave you alone with this man! Suspicious or not I cannot allow him to-" Phila frozen as she saw the serious facial expression on the face of her ruler.
"Phila, this is not a request, but an order. I order you to Lissa's side until our conversation is done."
Matthew looked to the Pegasus Knight Captain who looked to her Exalt with her mouth halfway agape. She looked ready to protest again, but cracked under the pressure of Emmeryn's glare. In defeat she bowed and mumbled "A-As you wish, Your Grace". She glared at the tactician as most likely a warning to not do anything he would regret before swiftly exiting the tent.
Matthew turned to the Exalt with raised eyebrows. "Wow. You really have the influence, Emm."
Emmeryn laughed at the tactician's comment. "It comes with the job of being the Exalt, Matt."
Matthew's faceturned to a questionable gaze at the sudden change in his name. "Since when did I get a nickname?"
"I thought it was a little unfair that you called me by a nickname but you didn't have one for yourself, so I came up with this one." Emmeryn innocently tilted her head to the side. "Do you not like it?"
"Oh! Of course not!" Matthew reassured. "It's a good nickname Emm! I'm glad you made me one!"
"Hehe! You're welcome... Now, what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?"
"Ah! That's right. There's something that I've been pondering about for a while now actually." Matthew suddenly reached into his purple cloak. After digging into an inside pocket he pulled out two different colored flowers that made the Exalt tilt her head in confusion. "Do you prefer dandelions or daffodils?" Emmeryn blinked a few times at the tactician question. Then she burst out into such an uncontrollable laughter that she had to put a hand over her stomach. Meanwhile, the tactician gazed at the guffawing exalt with perplexed eyes. "W-What's so funny?"
"I-I'm sorry." Emmeryn apologized while finally standing up straight from her bent over pose. "A-Am I to a-assume that this was your urgent matter?"
"Indeed milady." Matthew said with a dramatic voice while swing one arm to his back and the other outstretched to the Exalt in front of him; presenting the dandelion to the blonde. "I was so distraught that milady might not like the kind of flower I was getting her, so in times of desperation I journeyed to your tent from a place far far away called 'My Tent' to get your answer! Now! Which do you prefer? The Dandelion? Or," he dramatically swung the hand with the dandelion behind hind and swung the hand with the daffodil in front of him. "The daffodil?"
Emmeryn giggled and asked, "Have you been taking lessons from Virion?"
"Maybe." Matthew replied which earned him a role of the eyes from the Exalt.
"Well then." She said while reaching out and cupping the hand with the daffodil in her hands. "If you must know, then I must say that I am quite infatuated with daffodils, Matt."
"Then say no more! The daffodil is yours, milady!" He stated while standing up-straight and walking over to the Exalt until he was inches away from her face, which was now red from the tactician's sudden advancement. Her blush seemed to leave when he reached to her hair and placed the daffodil behind her left ear and pushed it a little in her hair. "There! Now it won't fall out! Plus, it makes you look more beautiful!"
Emmeryn turned to the mirror that sat on her desk and gazed at her new look. The yellow daffodil really made her feel more beautiful than the tactician already said she was. She smiled and looked back to the brunette. "You really do have a sense of fashion, don't you Mr. Tactician?"
"The best in all the camp, milady!" Matthew exclaimed proudly while once again bowing. "Alright, now that milady has found out why I have visited, what is it that milady wants to talk about?"
Emmeryn shook her head. "Nothing really. That was just an excuse so we could have our rematch in chess."
The tactician's playful spirit left and a little seriousness showed in his voice as he replied with a raised eyebrow. "Really?"
Emmeryn nodded. "It might not look like it, but I really do hate to lose Matt. Especially when I've lost 7 consecutive times in a row."
Matthew laughed triumphantly at the Exalt's serious confession. "Fine, but I will show you what it's like to lose 8 consecutive times in a row."
"Whatever." The Exalt agreed then looked to the flap of the tent as if it would open in any minute. "...But I'll give Phila about 30 minutes before she returns to check up on me."
"I'll give her 20."
"More than enough."
20 minutes later
"Heh, looks like I lost again." Emmeryn said sadly as she saw Matthew corner her king with a Bishop. The Exalt sighed in frustration. "And here I thought I could outsmart you this time, but you really do have everything planned ahead, don't you?"
"Well, It comes with the job of being a master tactician, Emm." Matthew affirmed which only earned him another sigh from the Exalt. "But, it was a close game! You almost had me at the end. If I didn't recalculate two moves from the end you might have beaten me!" The tactician said reassuringly.
"True, but it's your victory none the less." said the Exalt while standing to her feet. "Well, our time was short, but Phila should be around any minute now to check on us. It would be wise for you to leave while you still can." The tactician's mood quickly turned at the mention of having to leave already.
"Ugh, alright." Matthew grunted as he stood from the seat he was sitting in. He gave a nod of his head to the Exalt before making his way to the exit of the tent.
"Matt, aren't you forgetting something?" Emmeryn asked before the tactician could exit the tent.
"Huh?" The tactician turned to the Exalt, then to the roof in thought. "Ummm, nothing that comes to mind, no." Emmeryn rolled her eyes, then walked over to the tactician and took hold of his collar with a playful smile.
"You forgot this." The Exalt pulled the tactician closer to her and their lips softly pressed against each other. Matthew was shocked at first, but returned the sudden kiss from the gold haired woman. No matter how many times they've done this now the tactician could never get enough of this moment that only they could share and feel with each other. Even when the Exalt tried to break away the tactician pulled her back into the kiss and they shared their passion a little long before breaking away to gasp for air. Emmeryn slowly wrapped the tactician in her arms and leaned into his warm chest.
"I love you, Matt." Emmeryn mumbled as she tightened her hold on the tactician. "You are the only man in the world that I have ever loved, and will always remain that way. When this war is over, I want everyone to know about our relationship. I can care less about your lineage or your race. I want to be selfish for once in my life and be able to have a future with you. So promise me, here and now, that you will never leave my side."
Matthew pulled her closer into the embrace and mumbled into her golden hair. "I promise, Emm."
Matthew's eyes slowly peeled open as his dream came to an end and his brain slowly reawakened. The tactician bought a hand to his face and immediately moisture as he realized that his face was covered in sweat. "Gods, again?" Matthew mumbled with an annoyed tone as he sat up in his bed. No matter how pleasant he thought the dream was, it was still a nightmare since he dreamed of the previous Emmeryn again. The Emmeryn that was no longer here, the Emmeryn that he could never get to talk to again, and…the Emmeryn he loved...
He could faintly feel his room rock back and forward from the waves of the sea. In all honesty, it really made him sick. Ever since he and the Shepherds boarded the Gods forsaken ship he has felt nothing but motion sickness and constant headaches. It didn't really help that the tactician almost always had the same dream of the former Exalt.
Speaking of the former Exalt, Matthew grimaced as the past week played over and over in his head. No matter where the tactician met the queen she would make a complete one 180 and sprint the other way. Even in the mess hall she would eat somewhere unknown to any of the Shepherds or Ylissean and Feroxian warriors. He even tried going to her room, but Lissa would always turn him away with an excuse. "Well, I guess this is for the best after all..." The brown haired tactician swiftly moved the sheets that covered his body and swung his feet out of the bed. He began to slowly dress himself so he could leave the cubed room.
Halfway between putting on his boots there was a loud knock at his door. Matthew let out a heavy sigh before yelling, "It's open!" The door slowly slid in and in walked the candy loving thief of the Shepherds, holding his 'so precious' sack of candy over his shoulder.
"Hey there Bubbles." The theft spoke while putting a lollipop in his mouth.
"What do you want Gaius." Matthew said dryly while putting on the rest of his boot.
"That's a harsh tone you got there, Bubbles."
"Maybe I'm harsh because of that annoying nickname you placed on me."
"Oh, if that's all, then would you rather I called you 'Gigolo?'" Matthew looked to the ground with a blank expression. He knew exactly why the sudden...inappropriate name came out. Ever since Nowi announced to everyone as Matthew's official playmate, he has never heard the end of the joke. He would be damned if Gaius started calling him that on a daily basis.
"…I'd set your ass on fire before I ever let you call me that."
"Then Bubbles it is."
Matthew let out another heavy sigh before looking up to the theft. "What do you want Gaius? Really?"
There was a short pause before the theft smirked at the tactician. "Me and Lissa are officially getting married." Matthew's eyes widened at the thief's accomplished smirked.
"Congratulations." Matthew said with a smile of his own. "When is the wedding?"
"Chrom wanted to wait until we got back to Ylisse, but Lissa insisted that we do it as soon as possible, so we might have it before we make it to Valm."
"You already got Chrom's approval?" Matthew asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yep, and it wasn't easy I'll tell you that. He threatened to rip out my tongue if I didn't make her happy. You have no idea how threatening that is when you are a candy lover."
"Haha! Sounds just like Chrom! I remember when he suspected that me and Emm-." Matthew stopped himself the second Emmeryn's name was muttered. He looked back down to the ground sorrowful looked that made the thief a little curious about his sudden change in behavior.
"...Speaking of relationships, how is your's and Emmeryn's going? I've noticed that you two haven't been spending much time with each other since we left that forest back by the border of Plegia." Matthew cringed and and refused to look up to the thief or even answer his question. "Is everything OK?" Gaius asked with a raised eyebrow.
"...Emmeryn...confessed to me that night." Matthew revealed in almost a mumble.
The thief raised both eyebrows in curiosity. "And?" he said, wanting to know more of the situation.
"...I turned her down." The thief's curious expression slipped to a dumbfounded look as he looked to the tactician that laced his fingers together nervously.
"...Why in Gods' name did you do that?" Gaius asked, a little disappointed at the tactician's confession.
Matthew didn't answer right away. He twiddle is thumbs together before running a hand through his brown hair. "To be completely honest, I don't even know myself." The tactician took a deep breathe before exhaling slowly. "Gaius, can you keep a secret?" Matthew asked without looking to the thief.
"You kept mine, so I will keep yours." Gaius said dryly while dropping his sack on the wooden floor and crossing his arms. He was still on that I see. Matthew told himself.
"Before Emmeryn...lost her memories," Matthew searched his mind to find the best way to put what he was about to say. "We were...secretly engaged." Matthew expected the thief to say something, anything, at him, but he never spoke. He just stood there patiently waiting for the tactician to continue. "At first, we were nothing more than good friends that got to know each other more within the little time we spent together. Then...we confessed to each other the day before her assassination attempt..."
"Of course, I felt the same way she did, and naturally we began to date. I felt bad because we knew that we couldn't tell anyone about our relationship since we've only literally known each other for a month. I knew very well what her position was and what the people would think if they ever found out. That's why I worked so hard to become the Grandmaster of Ylisse. So people could accept me as her husband...but she died before I could accomplish my goal."
"But she's alive." The thief corrected the tactician.
"...I know, and that's technically where all my problems and doubts lie."
"What is there to even doubt? If you two were engaged before then why aren't you at her side when she needs you the most?"
"Because it didn't hit me on how wrong our relationship was until I we found her alive that day in SouthTown."
"And was was so wrong about it?" Gaius asked trying to reassure the tactician that there was nothing wrong with the relationship he once had with the former Exalt.
"Because our statuses are too great!" Matthew exclaimed while his lips curled in rage. "She is the Exalt of a Halidom that completely adore her. And what am I? Some Plegian tactician that the current Exalt of Ylisse took pity on, took into his ranks, and, somehow, became the Grandmaster of his nation? The second I bring up asking the former Exalt's hand in marriage people will suspect me as a spy from Plegia who tried to marry himself into the royal family. It doesn't really help that Emmeryn, in the eyes of other people, is technically not able to make decisions for herself at the moment."
Matthew stopped for a moment to look at the thief who looked back at him with a blank stare. "Don't you see? No matter the situation I don't have a chance in hell being with Emm." The tactician said with finality in his voice.
There was a short period of silence before the thief broke the stare with a sigh.
"No offense Bubbles, but if that was the reason, then aren't you being a little bit of a hypocrite?"
"W-What do you mean?" Matthew stammered.
"Didn't you once tell Lissa that she could 'date whoever she wanted?' since she was a woman who could choose whoever she wanted to spend the rest of her life with?" Matthew remembered back to the time he first said those words 2 years ago at the end of the Plegian war.
"Y-Yea, but that was before we even-"
"No excuses Bubbles. You said something very inspiring two years ago, now follow your own advice and go by Emmeryn a ring, throw it on her, and ask her to marry you. Forget what everyone else says. If there is a soul out there that doubts your loyalty to Ylisse, then prove them wrong by protecting Ylisse with your last dying breathe if you have to. Show them by making Emmeryn the happiest woman in the world. No matter how different Emmeryn is now, Emmeryn is still Emmeryn."
Matthew looked into the eyes of the thief and saw that he meant every word when it left his mouth. Can I really be with Emm again? The tactician asked himself. "...Still, I don't think I can brush this off so easily. What if thinks don't go as smoothly as you say it will?"
"It will. I'm a thief who broke into the royal mansion 2 years ago, yet people treat me like a no different than any other soldier or Shepherd. You're a Shepherd too. No different than I."
"Yea, but-"
"Look, does my face look like I care about your excuses?" Gaius said angrily at the tactician who finally looked up to him with a blank expression.
"...You're not gonna let me doubt the situation, are you?" Matthew asked.
"Nope." Gaius replied with a smirk.
"...Fine. You win. I'll go talk to Anna right away...and prepare to be officially broke..."
Gaius smiled at his friend's new found resolve. "That's the Bubbles we all know and love. And think about this while you are at it. If she says yes then me and you will potentially be brothers."
"Hell. No." Matthew said dryly while the thief raised an eyebrow at the tactician.
"Why not? You don't want to be related to this handsome devil?" Gaius asked while winking at the brunette playfully.
"I'd rather be related to a rock."
"Haha! Of course you would, Bubbles." Gaius laughed. "Well, I better go to my room and start doing wedding preparations."
"Alright... And Gaius?" Matthew smiled at the thief before saying, "Thanks. You really are a good friend."
"No problem, Bubbles." Gaius smiled back while turning to exit the room. Before he grabbed the doorknob he stopped as something else came to his attention. "By the way," The thief said while turning back to the tactician." I might have said to make Emmeryn the happiest woman in the world, but know that Lissa will be way happier than her."
Matthew let out a loud guffaw. "Then it's a bet."
"Curse this blasted ship!" Matthew spat out the second he took two steps out of his room. The ship had rocked back and forward so hard that it threw the tactician off balance and tumbled him to the ground. If the ship had a soul the tactician was sure it would be pointing and making fun of him, but instead there was just the sound of creaking wood and water flowing. The tactician groggily stood up, making sure to lean against the wall and not tumble over again, and began walking toward the moonlight in the distance. The whole walk the tactician did not let go of the wall and the wall, thankfully, did not move. He finally made it to the stares and placed his left foot on the wooden plank leading up the-
"Please reconsider!" Matthew stopped when he heard a feminine voice call out from above the stairs to the main port of the ship.
"Lucina, I'm done with this conversation. I've made up my mind and I will not change my answer!"
"Lucina?" the tactician mumbled as he moved closer and closer up the stairs, but not far enough to be seen.
"Do you have any idea what will happen if things between them don't get fixed right away, Naomi?" Lucina's voice sounded desperate, as if the other party's life depended on her answer. Whatever they were talking about, it could be the line between life and death and the tactician wanted to know every detail about the situation.
"I-I...I'm aware of the c-consequences." Naomi stammered which only put more fuel on the princess's flame.
"Then why aren't you doing anything about it Naomi?!" So it was Naomi. Matthew discovered, but continued to listen in on the conversation. "The future has already changed since your mother still yet lives! If you don't take advantage of this right here and now, then you and sister may never be-"
"I know that!" The other woman barked back which completely silenced the princess. "I don't want to force their relationship, Lucina. I can't risk making the two of the move further apart than they are already becoming. I don't know what their relationship was like before mother lost her memories, or if they even talked to each other in the first place, but I can't, and won't, get involved!"
Silence.
The two voices stopped completely and left the tactician with too may questions that were not answered. The only thing that he could get out of the conversation was another woman's memory. Since Emmeryn was literally the only female in the army that had a memory defect, she was the prime suspect.
"Why are they talking about Emm?" The tactician asked no one in particular with a quizzical expression that soon curled into shock at the next question. "Wait, Lucina said 'your mother still yet lives'. Does...this mean that Naomi is..." Without thinking, the tactician walked up the stares and was now in plain sight. The two females immediately turned to the sound of footsteps coming from the stairs, but both tensions fell when they saw that the figure was not a threat.
"Good evening, Sir Matthew." Naomi greeted calmly as if the conversation she just had with the blue head princess even happen.
Lucina, however, looked away from the tactician with a sorrowful look and mumbled, "G-Good evening, Matthew..." Matthew did not waste any time and got right to the point.
"Naomi, who are you? Really?" the tactician asked. The young dark mage's eyes widened in shock as she looked to the tactician with her mouth half agape.
"D-Did you hear our entire conversation?" Naomi asked, fearing the tactician's reply.
Matthew shook his head. "No, I only got here at the part when you recognized Emmeryn as your...mother. Think you can explain?" Matthew could tell both girls were nervous from the question by the way the blue head still looked away twiddling her fingers, and the young dark mage looked down while shuffling her feet back and forward.
"I-I didn't mean to keep it a secret...actually, I kinda was...but yes. I'm from the same future as Lucina and..." Naomi paused for a couple of seconds before continuing. "And I'm Emmeryn's daughter."
Matthew stood completely frozen from the dark mage's confession. Emmeryn had a daughter in the future? Matthew thought. He believed that he was heading in the right direction with the interrogation, but there was one question that would give him the icing to this fat cake. "Who...who is your-"
"I'm sorry." Naomi exclaimed suddenly. "I don't think I can answer anymore question as it could mess up the time line of history, so please excuse me." The dark mage immediately speed walked away from the blue head princess, pass the tactician who could not even put a whole in her path as she down the stairs to the ship's living quarters.
"I-I think I should be going as well." Lucina tried to follow the young dark mage, but was stopped by the tactician the second she tried to walk pass him.
"Lucina, please, just give me a minute."
Lucina thought about denying the tactician, but the look on of serious pleading plastered on his face made the princess sigh in defeat and walk over to the ridge of the ship; leaning forward on it while using her cross arms as leverage. Matthew followed suit and mirrored the blue head's position on the railing. "What...do you want to know?" Lucina asked.
"I've been meaning to ask this for a while... I want to know what happened in your time after Emmeryn's assassination."
The princess let out a heavy sigh and looked down to the salty blue sea which reflected a beautiful full moon off its surface. "As I told father on the night of Emmeryn's attempted assassination, in my time, both Aunt Emmeryn and my father were gravely wounded and Plegia took the Fire Emblem. Afterwards a Great War between Plegia and Ylisse started. I've read in books that the war ended five years later with the death of both the Plegian King and Aunt Emmeryn."
Matthew cringed at the last part. "How did...she die."
Lucina looked to the tactician for a short period as if deciding whether or not to tell him, then she replied while closing her eyes. "She died... two years after giving birth."
"W-What?!" The tactician cried out in shock.
"Yes... Remember the wound that I told you she took on the night of her assassination? Well, it was a Grimlial dark magic art that only one of the head of the Grimlial could break. The magic slowly and painfully eats away at your soul until you are nothing but a shell of a body. We...didn't really find out about the curse until it was too late. I was only two when Aunt Emmeryn passed away, so I didn't get to see her kindness for myself, and still couldn't when I failed to save her at her execution in Plegia." Lucina paused from the dreadful memory, before smiling and continuing. "That's why I literally broke down into tears when I first saw Emmeryn in the camp the day after I join the Shepherds. Heh, I can still remember how confused Aunt Emmeryn looked when I embraced her. It made me even happier to finally find a friend from the future with you guys! This past week has just been...so great to me."
Matthew wished he could say the same, but his week hadn't been all that great since he rejected Emmeryn... Thinking of former Exalt again made the tactician think of a question. He didn't know if the princess would answer or not, but he decided to ask the question that has been on his mind since the beginning of the conversation. "Lucina... Who did Emmeryn marry in the future?" Matthew knew he had asked a difficult question from the way the blue head cringed and she gritted her teeth so hard that they threatened to break.
"I-I can't...tell you." Lucina choked out, still not looking to the tactician.
"Why not?!" He wanted to yell at the princess, but decided against it seeing that she must have had her reasons. He hung his head low and looked into the endless sea below the ship. "I...see." He mumbled with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
Lucina panicked when she looked to the tactician's desolated facial expression. I-I have to tell him! She told herself. But…I don't want to break the promise with Naomi… But he has a right to know just like everyone else!... But I'll be betraying Naomi's trust… ARGH! Matthew looked at the princess with a quizzical gaze as she ruffled her once combed blue hair.
"Uh, Lucina? You alright?"
"I'm fine!" Lucina accidentally shouted at the concerned tactician who leaned slightly back from the princesses tone.
"I-If you say so..."
There has to be a way to tell him without breaking my promise to Naomi...I got it! A light bulb shined above the blue head as she looked to the tactician with a smile. "Matthew, I can't tell who Emm married in the future, but what I can tell you is-" Lucina stopped midsentence as she tried to find the right way to say what was on her mind, then she smiled and said, "The man that she married made her very happy." She said, reassuring the tactician that now looked at her with a blank stare. Lucina thought she was helping the tactician by carefully placing hints in her dialogue, but what she did not know was that it had the complete opposite effect on the tactician.
"So that's how it is." Matthew spoke dryly then smiled at the blue head princess. "Thank you for breaking it to me gently, Lucina."
The princess smiled brightly back at the tactician "You are welcome Matthew." Lucina nodded at the tactician before walking away with a skip in her step, feeling accomplished at comforting the tactician. But in actually, she did nothing but put him deeper in sorrow.
Now alone, and still leaning on the ships railing of the ship, Matthew felt all his emotions clog his mind. Sorrow, anger, frustration, helplessness, no matter what he tried these emotions just wouldn't leave his mind.
"So this...is how Emmeryn felt." He mumbled to himself. The brunette remembered back to the day he had outright rejected Emmeryn. How he had never regretted doing something so stupid in his life. Lucina was kind enough to tell him that Emmeryn would be married to another in the future, and Naomi basically confirmed that with her very existence. If he honestly went after Emmeryn now the young dark mage would cease to exist in the future and the tactician would basically be committing murder just for his selfish desires.
Matthew let out a laugh at the hilarity of the situation. No matter what wall he broke down, another would quickly be build. No matter how far he swam out in the river, he would never make it to the other side. No matter how long he walked this earth, Emmeryn would always be out of reach. Emmeryn would marry another. He told himself then rested his face in his hands.
And that person...is not me...
A/N: This...took...so...long...to edit! Reason being is because I was having difficultly choosing who would confront Matthew after his dream. At first I thought I would put Chrom in there, but that completely ruined things in chapter 12 after I was done with it. I thought about Lissa, but it wouldn't be right since Lissa would be currently bragging to all her friends that she was getting married. Plus, she had to be the first to tell Emmeryn, so that didn't work out either. I thought about Gangrel...didn't seem like he would make anything better. Gaius was my only option out of things! So...yeah...
Did this chapter leave you with any question? Hopefully it didn't...or did...either way, lucky for you that chapter 12 is nearly completely and I can almost guaranteed that it will be out sometime Wednesday or Thursday! Kinda having problems with chapter 13, so that wont be out until next week unfortunately...
Anyways! Hope you enjoyed the chapter! As always, thank you for the reviews, favs, and follows and hope to see you next time!