Shanzira and Frederick: C Support.

While I'm at it, I hum. Let's go with the Fire Emblem theme, yeah, that'll be funny. Heh.

"Excuse me, milady," I jump up in the air upon hearing this voice, "but I have a request."

"AUGH!" GODS DAMN IT, FREDERICK! "STOP DOING THAT!" I think I might have another anxiety attack. Please, no. Phew.

Frederick's clearly confuzzled. "Doing..." He quirks an eyebrow and tilts his head sideways. "What, may I ask?"

Exasperated sigh. "Coming up behind me and scaring the tar out of me!" Pant, pant. "I think I might just piss myself if you do that again." Wipe forehead. Yep, that's sweat. Crap. Why do the guys always do this?

He bows politely. Unnnghghh. Stop doing that, this is the worst time for me to be thinking about all the attractive men here. "My apologies." He rises back up. "To frighten you was not my intent."

"Then how are you so good at it? Ugh," I sigh. "Don't answer that, it was rhetorical."

He closes his mouth, because yes, I really did have to tell him not to. After that comes a small pause; I've got a particularly strange font of humor, methinks that's what threw him off. "If you say so." He nods. "Not to repeat myself, but there is a service I would have you render me. You are an artisan, are you not?"

I narrow my eyes; this rings a bell. There was only one instance in which Frederick used the word "artisan," and something tells me there were consequences. "Yes. Why?"

He inhales air, oh boy, this is going to be a long one. "I would like to commission a poster, for the purpose of raising morale." Hang on, wait a min– "I would ask that this poster depict our lord Chrom, naked, with–"

"Not," I interrupt immediately, "on your life. Shirtless, no problem; nude, no drawing." Hell no, I am NOT being responsible for that. I should warn Chrom about this. Besides, I have, um, problems drawing the male genitalia. By problems, I mean I don't– I haven't– I've never drawn 'em before. I mean, I don't draw porn or anything, just... fanservice. Abs, pecs, that stuff. And sometimes I might draw nude women, because I know what we look like. Male parts? Please, no.

Frederick seems discouraged, and if he's only discouraged, I'd better try hard to dissuade him. "Ngh... I will simply have to find another artisan, then." Uh-oh.

"Or you could abandon the idea altogether," I point out. "Chrom's not going to be happy when he finds out." Oh, boy, he won't. I remember how that support conversation goes now, Chrom freaks out and tears down every poster he can find, and he's red in the face for the rest of the week. I might have exaggerated just now. I should go read those ones again, they were hilarious. But I have no desire to have anything to do with them.

From his tone of voice, he's still not dissuaded. "We shall see, then." Okay. Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you. I close my sketchbook and get up to leave, but he stops me. "If I may, that tune you hummed earlier, are you aware that it is the Ylissean national anthem?"

What? The Fire Emblem theme is the Ylissean national anthem? Wow, didn't know that. Cool, I guess. I turn to face him. "Mm-hmm." That hum wasn't too convincing. Shit. "Catchy tune."

He seems to buy it. That, or he's a damn good actor. (UNF.) "It brings me joy to see such a hearty patriot amongst the Shepherds." Oh, wow, that's a low bow. "Very well, if decline is still your answer, please excuse me..."

I avert my eyes to distract myself, ten gold says I'm blushing. No bet? "You're excused. Please don't ask me to draw people naked again." Hastily, I tread a path back to my room. I can hear him talking to himself as I leave, though, and my hearing is surprisingly sharp when I don't want it to be.

"Farewell, milady. Hm," he hums. "Her behavior is odd, quite suspicious..." Aw, crap. Yep, I bet he didn't buy it. "Methinks she merits investigation. But how..." He muses for a bit, and right as I turn to enter my room, I hear his eureka: "Ah! I have it!"

This is a bad herald.

My favorite supports. That is all.
This support's in the fic, in Chapter Ten: Break My Own Rules.