Italics = Thought/Past
I do not own Fire Emblem.
Cross published on A03
Corrin and Lilith slipped out of the camp. Some of King Marc's men had reported that he was returning from Notre Sagasse….with Selena, Camilla's retainer, in tow. Given it was important that, for all intents and purposes that Corrin was still believed dead, he had taken himself and the only other person Selena had met, Lilith, up to The Rainbow Sage, in order to recruit him.
So he had taken his sister and started to head up Mount Sagasse, leaving Azura in change of Haven. Something the blunette wasn't too happy about.
The only saving grace about this plan was that Lilith was his sister, and therefore there was no chance of her stealing Corrin from her.
But that didn't mean she couldn't dislike being left behind.
"You look so angry that your precious Corrin is having sibling time." The redhead currently sat in the armchair teased. "She's not going to steal him from you. Not when she already has a crush. On Silas."
"….Shut it Anna."
"I'm not joking. Silas likes Lilith, Lilith likes Silas. Your new royal family is growing by the day, it seems." Anna grinned. "And Siggy clearly enjoys being with his Mama again."
Azura looked away, gently rocking the aforementioned Shigure, a small, contented grin on her face. "His Mama enjoys being with him too."
Anna nodded. "It's strange. You act so different when you're with Siggy or Corrin. Not vicious or masked or….sad. You look more yourself than ever."
"…Thank you. I think."
"Oh! Whilst I remember…..the head of my family wants a word when we're available." Anna spoke carefully. "It's only happened once before in our recorded history."
"Good news or bad?"
"Likely the former. Blackmailing them by threatening to reveal our secrets usually helps." Anna grinned. "And believe me….we have a lot of them."
Azura returned the grin. "I can imagine. Keep us updated. As soon as Corrin has the Rainbow Sage, we're headed to the Bottomless Canyon."
"You got it bosslady."
Pressure kept building in her head, as if her very self was being pushed ever deeper into her mind. She could only watch as Grima drove her onward, following Marc out of the town and into the Camp.
Every eye was on her as Marc led her into Haven, causing a shiver of uncomfortableness to make its way up Severa's spine.
How had she missed it? Had she been so happy to have a piece of her father back that she forgot who he really was?
Oh come on. I'm the embodiment of evil and apparently a grandfather once again. Not-Her-Father pointed out. And I am teaching you a lesson, daughter. Whether you like it or not, you will be the next Fell Dragon. This possession is a taste, and a reminder for the power you will wield.
"They will not harm you here." Marc promised as they walked. "True they don't trust you, but you are still royalty. Technically."
Marc halted before a large tent in the Plegian colours.
"Last chance to walk away." Marc said softly. "I wouldn't blame you for doing so."
"No...I'm here. I may as well met Morgan and…Ophelia?"
"Her name is Ophelia, yes." Marc nodded, and pushed open the tent flaps. Inside, the rich, sweet smell of honey and spices hung heavy in the air. A comfy looking bed was positioned in the centre.
Currently sat on the bed was a girl with silvery blonde hair that came down to just below her chin. She was dressed in loose looking grey pyjamas. In her arms, a tiny baby with similarly coloured hair was nestled.
When the girl spotted Severa, a truly happy smile appeared on her face.
"Severa!"
"Morgan…it's nice to see you again." Severa smiled. "Why is it I have to hear about my being an aunt from our brother, hmmm?"
"Hey, last I knew, you were screwing around with Noire. I didn't know you were in this world until a little while ago." Morgan walked over to Severa, and offered Ophelia out to her.
Severa carefully took her niece into her arms. "…She's adorable."
"Mhm. Give her time, she'll be breaking hearts like her Aunt and Uncle." Morgan shot her a grin. "I've heard about you and Lady Camilla, by the way. Good on you!"
Severa blinked. "W-What? You…..you're not…upset?"
"That you like women? Nah. I guessed that'd be the case. I did always notice the way you looked at Noire"
"You…did?"
Morgan nodded, and took Ophelia back into her arms and her smile turned sad.
"Sorry about this.."
"About wha-"
Severa was struck from behind, and saw no more.
When Selena awoke, both Beruka and Camilla were stood over her, concern (in differing amounts) on their faces.
Surprisingly, it was Beruka, in her quiet, mostly emotionless voice that aired her opinion first.
"You're okay." The blue haired wyvern rider said, and lent down, and a mere heartbeat later, Selena registered her lips brushing passed her own.
It was a simple, certain confirmation. But it warmed the redheads' heart nonetheless.
"..I am."
She looked at Camilla, a bittersweet smile on her face. "I've discovered who the force outside the town is."
"Oh?"
"Refugees from my home country, Lady Camilla. They are no problem nor threat."
Soft, minute smiles appeared on the faces of the other two girls, and Camilla pulled Beruka and Selena into a tight, warm hug, kissing their foreheads.
Well played, Selena. Well played.
Selena hid the pang of betrayal in her stomach.
"Let's go home." She said, guilt barely hidden in her voice. "Home sounds good.."
HISTORICAL LOG: THE RAINBOW SAGE
For the past five (or by some accounts, six) centuries, in The Sevenfold Sanctuary high atop Mount Sagasse, has lived an elderly man of some considerable power. His name has been lost to history, but most know him as The Rainbow Sage.
Many prominent people seek out his gift, and those that survive his challenges, for not all do, return home changed. Many rulers send their children to try and earn his blessing, although, for the most part, this is only done to those further down the lines of succession.
The true nature of The Rainbow Sage is unknown, even whether he is human or not has long been debated.
To those of you PMing me about when Severa is getting Yato, she isn't. Please stop sending me PMs asking me this question.
-Remful