Eheheheee THIS SUPPORT

Don't read if you haven't read chapter 21 of Daydreams and Nightmares.

Oh, hey, Frederick. He looks a little worried over something. "I thought you were making sure Maribelle healed Eldrad properly."

Without changing his expression, he replies, "Lissa will ensure nothing goes wrong. In any case, I have a confession to make."

I tilt my head a little. It's probably something little; Frederick worries over the smallest of things. "Go on?"

Frederick pauses, hesitating for obvious reasons. He takes a sigh before speaking again, sounding pained as he does so: "I... have not been entirely honest with you. There was but one reason I asked you to lunch that day, and... it was to investigate your loyalty."

What.

"Explain." My head tilts forward, eyes once again half-lidded, mouth in that slight snarl.

I'm pretty sure Frederick's aware of the hot water he's in; it's obvious from his tone as he continues. "I continued this act for the purpose of exposing any disloyalty to milord, and emotions have played no part in this... "relationship" until now."

I take in a slow, ragged breath. "Lies about little things I can handle. If it had turned out you'd taken my favorite inking quill just to mess with me, I would've been okay with that. But this? You took such an extreme measure just to figure out if I'd stab you in the back?"

Mind, my voice is at a low tone; I'm not yelling. Yelling doesn't illustrate this properly at all. Yelling serves no purpose here. You only yell if you're frustrated; no explosion can properly describe what I'm feeling.

"Yes." He nods his head once.

I'm silent for a good while. I need to find the right words to say; if I just scream at him, he won't learn a thing. No, I have to be damn careful about this.

"You toyed with my heart just to serve your own selfish purpose when there were a thousand other ways to test my loyalty, without arousing my ire. These are the reasons for which I would stab a so-claimed ally in the back, if he had done so to me already. Ere you ready your lance, know that it's not Chrom I'm angry with, it's you. One does not take a woman's heart and poke it around as one would with an experiment. Have never you heard the saying "Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn"?

A lengthy speech, but it suits my mood perfectly. I get all proper when I'm mad, see, it's my way of trying to hide it.

He bows his head forward in apology. "All I can say is I very much regret it. I am sorry, but I–"

I'm not interested in hearing the rest of this. "Goodbye, Frederick." I pull a sharp about-face and march away. I don't look behind me or even try to see how he's reacting; I just know that I've likely hit him with a devastating blow. Good. That's exactly what I meant to do.

This support happened in chapter 21 (Deadening Silence) of D&N, as hinted above. I laughed evilly because I sank a ship. The end.