Italics = Thought
I do not own Fire Emblem.
Cross published on A03
The pair of now escaped Hoshidian prisoners hastened to catch up with the black haired Prince in the torch lit passages of the Palace.
"You know where you are going, yes?" Kaze queried.
"Of course. The trophy room. There is a secret escape route there." Corrin said. It was, of course, entirely true. Mere hours earlier his father had shown him how to use it. "The King is holding court right now, so now is the only time we can do this."
"Can we trust you?" Rinkah asked. "You are a Nohrian Prince."
"Do you want to avoid Nohrian torture? I can tell you it is…less than pleasant." Corrin made a show of gesturing to his eyepatch. "..Better since Garon executed Iago, but that isn't the point! Follow me or don't…I'm going to Hoshido."
Prince Corrin wheeled back around, and stalked off, his blue cape billowing behind him.
"With…or without you."
Of all the people she expected to try and rescue her, the timid farmgirl wasn't exactly high on her list. Don't that she was complaining about it, or anything.
"Mozu."
"Wh-which one….Ooooh….which is it?!"
"Mozu!"
The young girls' eyes snapped to Azura's face. She looked terrified.
"The long one with the 'M' shaped teeth."
Mozu didn't ask how she knew that, and soon, the cell door was open.
Azura pulled the shorter girl into a tight hug.
Mozu returned the hug, only for Azura to hiss into her ear."What the hell are you playing at?! You know it's treason to help a prisoner escape!"
Mozu's gaze turned serious. "You are my friend. Probably my only friend. Y-You don't deserve this treatment…s-so here I am..M-Mozu the rescuer." She let out a hesitant sounding chuckle.
The blue haired maiden sighed. "Mozu. We need to leave now. We can meet my friend on the border. We cannot waste time, understand?"
"Y-Yes.."
"..Good…kneel for me a moment." Azura commanded and the brunette complied.
"Mozu… I, Azura, Princess of Nohr, hereby request that you become my retainer. I ask that you side with me through all my future endeavours, my trials and tribulations. The good, and the bad. I will protect you as though you were kin, and ask that you do the same for me…I swear to never leave you behind, nor sacrifice you to further mine own goals…this, I promise…so answer me, Mozu, will you do me this honour?"
It was strange, speaking the Nohrian declaration of service. Not like the overly elegant speech that made up the Hoshidian equivalent.
To her credit, Mozu didn't hesitate. "I-I will…my lady."
Azura smiled softly, and helped the girl up. "Thank you…now, we ought to get moving, come on!"
If someone had told her that the missing Prince of Hoshido was alive a month ago, Rinkah would have laughed at them, and if they had insisted, she would have beaten sense into them.
Poor boy bit it years ago. Same as his dear daddy.
She had believed it folly when Mikoto asked her to go and rescue him. A Mothers' last, hopeless gambit to get her child back home.
Yet here he was. In the flesh, awake and aware, and very much alive.
A little worse for wear. He had clearly been through a lot. Down an eye, clearly nonchalant about his fairly brutal murder of the prison guard.
And that look on his face when he's planning. That delighted cunning.
It gave Rinkah, despite her Flame Tribe heritage, the chills.
Corrin reached the trophy room, and stalked over to the 'Acorn of Anya', and quickly grabbed it from its stand.
"What will that do?" Kaze's voice hit his ears.
Corrin raised an eyebrow at the green haired ninja. "This escape is going exactly as I said it would. Are you truly willing to question my methods? If I am taking it from here that is because it is needed."
Kaze stared at Corrin for a few moments, before nodding in understanding. "Alright, I trust you."
Corrin grinned, and dashed back to the entrance of the room. He stood before the right suit of armour, and took a hold of its hand. He shook it firmly, and the secret set of stairs fell into place.
"..Tada…"
"How did you-"
The bells started to ring out. The guards had likely discovered the prisoners' absences.
"Time to go!" Corrin yelled, and dashed down the stairs.
"Hey wait, how did you do-"
"Shut up and run! I'll explain when we're safe!"
Rinkah and Kaze bolted after him, and soon…the trio had made their escape.
They were headed for Hoshido as fast as their legs could carry them.
ELSEWHERE…
The figure stumbled through ruined streets, paying no mind to his robe ripping on the shards of rock at his feet, which were bleeding out of a dozen cuts, all from the rocks.
He kept up his mantra all the while.
Corrin. Dearest child. Sweet boy. Mine…MINE.
MINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINE.
Garon had hurt him. Taken his eye. So he had to be punished.
The figure had stolen control of the Kings body. Executed that torturing bastard Iago, and prevented further harm to his son.
He had other children now too.
Xander, Camilla, Leo and sweet Elise.
He had to admit, they had grown on him.
As Garon had stolen his child, so he had stolen Garon's.
Anankos let out a giggle, and soon, the only sound in the ruined city was his laugh, maddeningly cheerful cackles.
Historical Log: Complete list of Nohrian Monarchs.
The Nohrian calendar has its roots in the Hoshidian. However, they measure their years by however many years it has been since they gained independence. They call it AF (Or After Freedom)
Alexander I: 1 – 30,
Garon I: 30 – 70,
Leon: 70 – 109,
Alexander II: 109 – 154,
Cornelia I: 154 – 200,
Xander I: 200 – 260,
Julian I: 260 – 264,
Xander II: 264 -280,
Garon III: 280 – 300,
Cornelia II: 300 -357,
Xander III: 357 – 367,
Florian I: 367 – 399,
Florian II: 399 – 440,
Florian III: 440 – 470,
Elise: 470 – 530,
Xander IV: 530 – 550,
Alexander III: 550 – 601,
Siegmund: 601 – 650,
Siegbert: 650 – 680,
Siegfried: 680 -700,
Florian IV: 700 – 750,
Florian V: 750 – 760,
Cornelia III: 760 – 780,
Garon IV: Incumbent