Author's Notes:
Guest(s) - I'm glad ya'll are happy with the ending positions for a lot of these characters! It would be too convenient for Darius's siblings to overcome all of that trauma in just a day, but they at least have a lot of loving people looking after them now. I think they will be fine :)
Ethan Kironus - Yes, RIP Nader :( If you skipped over that chapter, his last appearance was back in Chapter 33, and the fallout is addressed in the following few chapters. In case there was any uncertainty, Nader didn't just die out of nowhere haha.
Chapter 55
Day 3 of Wyvern Moon, Imperial Year 1174
"I brought the book, just as promised!" Dimitri announced as he presented the opus and dropped it on the ground next to Edelgard. It was one of Faerghus's most popular tales, and though he did not know how much El would actually enjoy it, there was little else for them to do. Edelgard's uncle seemed to always be keeping a close eye on them recently, so it was impossible to try sneaking out again.
As Dimitri sat down next to her and opened to the first page, Edelgard asked, "This isn't about one of the knights that fought against Adrestia, right? I'm not too interested in reading any of those."
"No, no… this knight only battled bandits, went on rescue missions, and stuff like that. He didn't live during the war."
"Okay… well… let's give it a shot."
Edelgard was skeptical, but Dimitri could tell that she was becoming increasingly invested as they progressed. She even stopped to ask for context regarding cities and other knights she was not familiar with.
Dimitri looked at her expectantly once they finished the first chapter. The sun was getting low, so they could not advance much further that day.
"Some of their manners are kind of silly, but it's not bad," Edelgard conceded. "I'm not sure if I'll have time to finish something of this size, though."
"What do you mean, El?"
She shrugged. "Well… I might return home someday, you know? I don't know when, but things can't stay like this forever. It already feels like things are changing. Uncle hasn't been acting like himself lately."
Dimitri pulled his legs to his chest and complained, "But there's so much we still need to do! My other friends haven't even gotten to meet you…"
"I'm sorry, but that probably isn't going to happen." Edelgard grew annoyed at his morose expression and pressed, "Come on, Dee! When you think of me, I want you to picture happy memories. If all I ever teach you is that you struggle with saying goodbyes, then I've done something very wrong."
"You taught me dancing, so there's already more than that…"
"I mean… I tried to teach you dancing." She laughed when Dimitri pouted and added, "I'm only joking, Dee! But promise me that when I'm gone, you'll remember the fun things we did together, not mope about what we never got around to. That's what I plan to do, anyways."
Dimitri sighed but decided, "Alright, El… I promise."
Sir Gustave and a pair of knights soon arrived as scheduled, and Dimitri followed them after leaving his book with Edelgard. It was a chilly evening, so he held his coat tight as he walked. He was too busy thinking to pay much attention to his surroundings, so he was caught by surprise when the entourage stopped. Dimitri raised his head to a tall man staring down at him with crossed arms.
"Is that any way to greet a king?" Lambert teased.
Dimitri was quick to hug his father and apologize, "I didn't know you'd be out here!"
The king laughed as he explained, "I just returned from a meeting in Camulus and thought you might like to walk back together. Maybe we can even stop for a treat on the way there."
Lambert hoisted his son onto his shoulders, allowing him to feel tall and actually see Fhirdiad's scenery instead of the backs in front of him as they walked.
The king told Dimitri, "I'm glad you've gotten to spend time with that little girl. She surely needed a friend."
"Everyone does, father. She's still lonely though… People need a family, and she misses hers."
"Maybe you can provide that for her one day, too." Dimitri's cheeks burned with shame until his father laughed again. Lambert assured, "I'm only joking, Dimitri! But I do know that you'll make for an excellent husband and father someday when you're king."
"When I'm king…" Dimitri muttered. He hated being reminded of it, because it always implied a time when his father would be gone. When he'd be alone to find his way in the world…
Lambert tapped his son on the leg and quickly pointed to a nearby bakery that emitted the delectable scent of fresh bread and sugar. "How about this one?" he asked Dimitri.
The prince nearly forgot to respond as his emotions swirled. However, he could almost imagine El in the crowd with her arms crossed, disappointed to see him ready to miss out on a good memory because he was too busy mourning some far future.
She was right.
Dimitri finally abbreviated his reverie so he could smile and reply, "Yeah! And let's not hold back!"
A Cherished Parting- Day 23 of the Horsebow Moon, Imperial Year 1187
Dimitri knew each room and face he would encounter at Garreg Mach would arouse a heavy emotional response, and he thus requested Khalid the prior night if they could get there early so he would have time to adjust before everyone else arrived. The crown prince of Almyra agreed, so the two of them along with Marianne and Ariella lingered outside the gates of the monastery while one of the unprepared guards went to find someone who could welcome them properly.
While they waited, Ariella mused, "You know… I keep delaying the question, but just what am I going to do with our tapestry once I finish it? It's meant for all of us, but I'm not sure how that works if we're scattered in four different places…"
"You keep it, of course," Dimitri recommended. "You did the bulk of the work, and it will be a nice way to remember us by. I'll be happy to just know that you're thinking of us."
Marianne nodded in agreement, but Khalid instead proposed with a smirk, "If you're worried about favoritism, I guess we could always slice it into quarters with that dagger."
Ariella rolled her eyes. "Let's go with Dimitri's plan. But don't be surprised if I send you all some smaller version when I find the time."
"Ah! Speaking of the dagger…" Dimitri dropped a bag to the ground that carried all of his belongings and scrummaged around until he found a sheathed weapon. He held it out to Ariella and said, "I meant to give this back to you, but I keep forgetting."
Surprisingly, Ariella stared at it uneasily rather than reach for the offer. She finally muttered, "No… you keep it, Dimitri. It protected me when I needed it, but I really want to leave the killing in the past. And besides… it's obvious that this dagger means something to you."
Dimitri could certainly understand her sentiment, even if he hoped to pursue balance instead. He also gazed at the blade for a few seconds before admitting, "It does. At the time I gave it to you, forsaking those feelings was my only way forward. But now…" He peacefully grasped the hilt and stored it again. "… Thank you, Ariella."
The conversation could not be continued before two familiar faces appeared at the gate. Flayn barely stopped herself from giving out hugs, and while Cyril was calmer, even he seemed happy to see old friends.
"Claude, Dimitri, Marianne! You truly are quite alive," Flayn welcomed. She then apologized, "You're going to spoil my brother with your punctuality, though. We thought we'd be ready to greet you, but you arrived much earlier than anticipated."
"It's our own fault for not announcing our impatience," Khalid told her. He then looked back to the man behind Flayn and exclaimed, "You grew on us, Cyril!"
"Yeah, I guess. Not as much as most people," Cyril said indifferently. "But it's good to see you all."
Khalid then studied Flayn again. Dimitri understood his confusion. She really had not changed a bit.
"And Flayn, umm… you look as well as ever," Khalid said, probably hoping to express the sentiment in a diplomatic manner.
Flayn was not impressed with the attempt. She pouted, "How very rude, Claude! I am quite certain I have grown, though it is of little matter to me." Despite her claim, Flayn appeared to size up Ariella hopefully and was disappointed to discover that she was still a couple inches short of the small Almyran.
"And you must be his retainer Ariella. It is a pleasure to meet you. Perhaps you can answer some of the many questions I have about Claude's upbringing."
Ariella grinned. "I'm all yours. I'll soon be leaving Prince Khalid's service, so he doesn't have much leverage to keep me quiet. He'd be too ashamed to ask his father to serve an injunction, so maybe I can finally get rich putting together a tell-all memoir."
"Aha!" Flayn laughed while Khalid sighed. Seteth's sister then greeted Marianne, evidently surprised by just how much her appearance and demeanor had improved since the academy days. Dimitri was last, and Flayn seemed unsure how to react.
"Your eye, Dimitri… does it hurt?" she asked sympathetically.
Dimitri shook his head. "It is nothing to worry over. I've had plenty of years to grow accustomed to it."
"That is well, then, if you truly mean it. But I have known you to lie in order to make others feel better…"
Dimitri smiled ashamedly as he recalled their taste testings. "So… you finally realized, did you? I would not say I was lying back then, per se, but I promise that I'm telling the unmitigated truth this time. I'm even feeling well enough to try your food again!"
"Hmm," Flayn voiced as she studied his expression. Concluding that the prince hid no deception, she finally chuckled and told him, "You may regret that offer, Dimitri, for I have not improved a bit! It is difficult to grow when no one is willing to suffer it and provide advice."
During this discussion, Cyril spoke with several guards who began to collect the luggage of the new arrivals.
Cyril explained, "These guards are taking your things straight to your rooms for ya. You'll get to stay in the same chambers you used to live in. They haven't changed much. We're putting Ariella in Ingrid's old room, so be sure to help her find it later. And don't worry- the guards are instructed to avoid touching any Relics."
"You might be the first commoner to make it upstairs, Ariella! And the first preestablished Almyran, too!" Flayn acknowledged.
Cyril pondered earnestly while glancing towards Khalid, "Yeah… to think that we had one for a whole year without realizing it. Who could have guessed something like that?"
"Who indeed?" Khalid said as he tried to stifle a laugh. He covered his mouth after failing to completely succeed, and when Cyril squinted at him curiously, he apologized, "Sorry… never mind me and my poor manners. Heh!"
"How have things been here since the war ended?" Marianne asked as the baggage was taken away and they finally began to walk.
Cyril answered, "Some things are different; some are the same. Alois is out on mission right now, but he's still serving as captain of the knights. Shamir left a while back without warning. We haven't heard from her since, but she did leave me a note. It said that for as long as she's alive, she'll return if we ever really need her help again someday. Catherine resigned, too. She's living in Zanado now."
"With all those big names gone, you must be next in line for captain of the Knights of Seiros, huh?" Khalid wondered aloud.
"Hmm… I don't know about that…"
To compensate for Cyril's tepid response, Flayn shared excitedly, "I think he has a real chance at it! Cyril is a hero of the war. But for now, there are more pressing matters. We plan to reopen the Officer's Academy in time for the next school year, and I am certain Cyril will count among the students." Cyril did not seem so convinced, but everyone was quick to encourage him.
Though Dimitri politely listened to the others, he also scrutinized his surroundings as they strolled through the lower levels of the monastery. His memory was often selective in nature, but he was certain that the current layout did not match that from his academy days or even since his previous brief visit.
When Flayn and Khalid ceased talking long enough to permit an interruption, Dimitri asked, "Did another battle take place here towards the end of the war? It looks like it has undergone significant recent repair work."
It was a reasonable hypothesis based on the evidence, but for some reason, Flayn and Cyril glanced at each other uneasily instead of confirming it. Flayn finally said cryptically, "There was… an incident some time ago. Thankfully, that is all in the past now. Perhaps we can discuss it more later, if necessary."
Dimitri had inadvertently piqued the interest of everyone else, Khalid especially, but it was clear that the hosts would not offer any additional hints. Perhaps they needed permission from someone higher up.
They had by then passed into the heart of the monastery where Dimitri spent most of his days. They arrived through the marketplace. The product selection was now better tailored for hungry construction workers than nobles and soldiers, but it was nonetheless good to see life returned.
The group continued without stopping until they reached the entrance hall, at which Khalid forced everyone to halt. The smell of pungent paint filled the entire space. The Almyran prince stopped seemingly out of inquisitiveness rather than disgust at the odor.
"The new artwork is a nice touch," Khalid complimented as he looked up at colorful new frescoes lining the hall. An artist was still at work on one of the scaffolds.
"It is, isn't it?" Flayn agreed. "We thought it was a good way to cover up the damage as well as brighten the space."
"It conveys the message that the Church is evolving with the times," Dimitri observed.
"Both yes and no. We've chosen to depict the changing of the seasons rather than glorifying any of our battles from the war or anything like that. We want to show that faith is eternal… something timeless that all people from every age will understand. And it is also a promise that, in time, the land will always be healed again."
"Actually, the artist is someone you might like to meet," Cyril guessed. He seemed loath to interrupt someone's work, but he still tapped on the scaffolds and inquired, "Can you spare a minute, Maya?"
The young lady nodded, set down her brush, and began to descend. She was short and freckled with fair hair. Khalid gasped when he saw her and guessed, "Maya… Kirsten?"
"Yes, that's right. How did you know?" she asked with primness that contrasted with the splattered paint on her face and clothing.
Khalid abruptly dropped to a knee in supplication, causing Maya to mutter, "I… pardon?"
The prince finally explained, "My name is Claude von Riegan, former leader of the Leicester Alliance and house leader of the Golden Deer when your brother Raphael attended the Officers Academy."
"It seems I should be bowing to you, then," Maya noted.
"Not at all. Your brother died saving my life, and I promised to help look after you. It's the worst lie I ever told. I'm sorry… you and Raphael deserved so much better."
Maya frowned and admitted, "It's true. Things were very trying after Raphael died. The Victor family took me in when they heard, though, and they provided for me. Surprisingly, they even encouraged my interest in art. I got an apprenticeship with the church just a while back. I'm only here to do brush up work, really…"
"Well, I believe it looks really great," Marianne told her. "I wish Raphael and Ignatz could both see it."
Ariella agreed, "It's incredible, Maya! Not that my opinion means anything to you, but I'd happily take artwork like this home. We don't have anything like it in Almyra."
Maya smiled and bowed in thanks. Khalid then told her, "I want to fulfill my promise to Raphael, so please let me know what I can do for you."
"The church supports me now, but perhaps you can provide for the Victor family the way they provided for me," she suggested instead. "But if I ever need assistance on something else, I'll let you know. And… thank you, Claude."
After Maya scaled the scaffold again, Khalid muttered, "Before returning home, I should probably visit Ordelia and Gloucester territories to see Lysithea, Lorenz, and Leonie's families, too, whether that be for emotional or financial support."
Dimitri shuddered upon hearing so many familiar names in such a short time frame. He stood upon the very stones they once walked every day. He thought he saw one of them approaching from the corner of hi-.
"Hey… are you alright, Dimitri?" Ariella asked.
Dimitri rubbed his forehead, but it did little to stop the flow of imagination. "Yes, of course… I just…" He drifted to a stop before asking, "Could I perhaps have a few minutes alone? I just need some time to take all of this in."
The others were thankfully patient. Cyril told him, "Yeah, it shouldn't matter. I'm gonna go make sure Lady Byleth and Seteth know you're here. I'll be back soon with some instructions, okay?"
"And the rest of us can give Ariella a tour in the meantime," Khalid proposed. "You might enjoy not having to listen to all of us loudmouths rambling about things you already know about, anyways. That Marianne will especially wear your ears out if you aren't careful."
Marianne smiled and put a hand on her mouth. "H-ha! I will try to contain my iconic exuberance for your sakes."
Dimitri thanked everyone before stepping out the way he came. He hurried towards the pond in hopes that the sound of the splashing water would clear his mind. Instead, he could only stare where Captain Jeralt used to fish. He walked farther to the greenhouse, where Ashe once tended to the plants. The dorms next door… Leonie, Lysithea, and Mercedes lived right there…
He raced forward in a blur. It did not matter where he went- he would see them everywhere. For some reason, though, he was drawn towards the old classrooms.
Dimitri stumbled in the chilly middle chamber. Imperial garrisons, bandits, and general abandonment had left their scars on the room, but diligent work had been taken to restore it to a proper place of learning. Fresh banners for the Blue Lions had even been hoisted.
For a moment, Dimitri could have been forgiven for forgetting the year. He heard Mercedes and Annette giggling, Ashe telling an annoyed Felix about the latest book he read, and Ingrid chasing after Sylvain as he spewed a series of excuses…
Dimitri could almost overlook the worst memories in such a place.
"It's been a long time, Your Highness. But… it's good to see you again," said a sincere voice that Dimitri recognized. It was that of Ashe.
Dimitri turned to see not only Ashe but also Ingrid, Sylvain, Felix, and Mercedes sitting in their preferred seats. They visited him often, of course, but he immediately knew something was different on this occasion. He sensed no judgment in their eyes, and they adopted their ordinary academy appearances rather than some horrible forms. For once, they all seemed at peace.
"W… what are you doing here?" Dimitri uttered.
"Don't act so surprised, Your Highness!" Sylvain requested. "We're where we always are. Here where we lived, naturally… but with you as well. In your memories and in your heart."
Ingrid told the prince, "We're sorry that you always see us telling you those awful things. I would never say or even think something like that about you, Your Highness… nor would anyone else."
Dimitri shook his head. "But you're no more real than those other versions are."
"Who can say for sure?" Felix reflected. "But I think you know this is how we really felt… right, Dimitri?"
"You've come so very far, Dimitri," Mercedes crooned. "I wish we could be there to share the experience with you, but we're all happy that you have other friends to rely on."
"But… I'll soon be leaving all of them, too," Dimitri uttered contritely.
"You know, Your Highness… we didn't do a good job being there for you after the Tragedy," Sylvain pointed out. "But you still considered us your friends, right? We leave a part of ourselves with every person that touches our lives. Distance doesn't change that."
Ingrid added, "And if you're brave enough to try, you'll find new friends while others are away. That's just the course of life."
Dimitri tried to smile, but he sighed and shook his head again. "This isn't the last time we'll meet. And… you still won't usually be this kind."
"I'm afraid you're right, Dimitri," Mercedes said with a frown.
"Which is why you'd better listen to us now," Felix ordered. "I give credit where it's due. You've... done well lately."
"In Almyra, they'll remember you just like a knight from one of our tales! Even if they don't have knights, haha!" Ashe exclaimed.
"And most importantly…" Ingrid began. "… We all love you so much, Dimitri."
Dimitri lowered his head, took a deep breath, and finally smiled. "I love you all, too."
He looked up when he heard pattering footsteps outside. The seats were empty again, but the noise from beyond the doorway was undoubtedly real.
"Your Highness?" a melodic voice sang as it searched about. As the woman found the correct room, she repeated with energy, "Your Highness!"
Dimitri was not prepared when a flash of ginger nearly tackled him in a tight embrace.
"Sorry… I shouldn't be hugging you, but… ah! How could I not?" the woman practically squealed.
"Annette! What brings you here?" Dimitri asked, still dazed by everything transpiring.
Annette pulled away so she could look him in the eye. "Do you really not know? The three governors of Fódlan are attending the negotiations. I'm here as the Shield of Faerghus."
"You won the nomination?"
Annette laughed awkwardly. "I'd get onto you for acting so surprised, but… yeah… I never showed any interest in politics back at the academy, did I? I accepted the position mostly because I was pretty much the sole person Faerghus could compromise on. The Dukedom supporters tolerate me since my uncle sided with them, while the loyalists look past that due to my friendship with you and Queen Byleth. Oh, and they pointed to some letters I wrote to Hilda during the war as evidence that I was sympathetic to anti-imperial forces. Not sure if that was the point, but it's fine…"
"I'm glad to hear it, but… is this what you really want, Annette? I'd hate for you to spend your life doing something you don't enjoy."
The governor bobbed her head each way. "It wouldn't be my first choice, and I wouldn't mind retiring before long so I can pursue other projects. But I don't hate it! Our people need help, and though it's been really difficult without our king to unite us, we're still making progress on important work. Me… the other governors… Queen Byleth…"
Annette prepared to say another name, but she stopped when the shadow of a large man entered the doorway. Dimitri and Annette looked to identify the source. The prince gasped and began to take slow steps forward.
"Dedue…"
"Your Highness…"
Dedue also began to advance, at which point Dimitri hurried forward and pulled him into a hug much like the one Annette had offered.
Dedue's body tensed in surprise. "Your Highne-."
"Please, Dedue… grant me this much," Dimitri begged before he began to sob. Dedue finally returned the embrace, and a few tears found their way to his eyes as well.
After almost a minute, Dedue finally apologized painfully, "Please forgive me, Your Highness. I could not find your body after the battle, but I was certain that I had watched you die. If I had known you were still alive… I…"
Dimitri shook his head. "No, it's not your fault that I left. I'm sorry you had to go through that pain." He looked his retainer in the eye as he put a hand on Dedue's shoulder. "I was worried about how you handled the past year, but… you look well, Dedue."
"Yes, well… I have Annette to thank for that."
Annette had held back to let the two enjoy their reunion, but she finally approached and expounded, "I learned shortly after the war that Dedue had set up a memorial for you and was spending his every day watching over it. And, I don't know… the image just made me sad to dwell on. I didn't think that's how you would want him spending the rest of his days, Your Highness. It took several visits, but I finally convinced him to rejoin the living." She chuckled lightly. "I'm not sure if he was just tired of me bothering him or took pity on my own loneliness, but I guess it worked."
"Indeed. What are you doing now, Dedue?" Dimitri asked.
"Annette appointed me as a liaison for the people of Duscur. Due to their role in both the Tragedy and the war, House Kleiman was stripped of its claim over former Duscur territory. Annette and I have been helping resettle refugees in their native land."
"Duscur's population and resources have been decimated so badly that full independence will be difficult in the near future. We're already working on some measures to increase their autonomy, though," Annette added.
Dedue closed his eyes and said grimly, "In your absence, I chose to live for the sake of my people. If I have offended you by doing so, I am deeply sorry, Your Highness."
Dimitri put a hand on his shoulder again and looked Dedue in the eye. "Offended? Of course not, Dedue. Annette was right- that's precisely what I would have wished for you. You're carrying on important work, just as I have tried to do. It sounds as if you've made progress I was never able to accomplish."
"It has not always been easy," Dedue admitted. "Some of my people considered me a traitor because I served a prince of Faerghus. Others held me in regard, still remembering when our class averted that doomed rebellion all those years ago. It seems that most of them have now agreed to look to me as a leader. I believe, though, that Annette deserves much credit for improved relations by virtue of her likability."
"Oh please, Dedue! You're embarrassing me," Annette said as her cheeks flushed red.
It did not take long for Dimitri to realize that the two had developed unspoken mutual feelings. He could not help but smile at the unexpected revelation.
Dedue tried to hide his own blush by changing the topic. "What we are doing is necessary, but I still consider myself your retainer, Your Highness. I do not know what that means for my role going forward."
Dimitri patted his shoulder. "We can figure something out in the coming days. However, I think continuing what you have begun would be a great way to serve me, Dedue."
"Of course," Dedue said with an appreciative bow.
"And even if you still see yourself as my retainer, I hope you are almost ready to call me your friend, too."
Dedue's face was overcome with emotion, but he contained himself as he replied, "Perhaps so… Dimitri…"
Khalid's talkative group of four was heard approaching as they came to show Ariella the classrooms.
The prince of Almyra explained, "And this one was where the Blue Lions learned and matured en route to their spectacular third place finish in the Battle of the Ea-."
Khalid stopped upon witnessing the room's occupants. Even though they had not known each other well, Annette did not hesitate to hug Marianne. She finally found enough self-control to refrain from embracing Khalid, but the joy on her face was still unmatched.
"It's so very good to see you again! It's just like old times again, huh?" Annette greeted.
Khalid answered, "I wouldn't say it's exactly the same. Now you know who I really am this time. So much of what you understood about me was a lie."
Annette did not appreciate this comment. "When I knocked over that stack of plates at dinner and you helped clean it up, was that just a scheme to get in my good graces?"
"Well… no…"
"And what about the time you completely overanalyzed some silly song I wrote about plants? Was that another lie?"
Khalid chuckled. "I mean… I wish I could say it was…"
Annette beamed as she assured, "Those are the sorts of things I really remember you for. I never worried about your name or where you're from. The important stuff was all true, Claude... or Khalid… or whatever I should call you!"
Khalid returned a grin. "Call me whatever you want. And thanks, Annette. I really needed to hear that."
Annette's attention then turned to Ariella. As Khalid's retainer explained who she was, it quickly became obvious that the two had very compatible personalities.
"You're going to open a school of magic in Almyra? That's incredible! There's a really famous one in Fhirdiad that I used to attend. I'd happily tell you anything I know about it that might be helpful to you," Annette volunteered.
Ariella smiled. "You might regret the offer, Annette. I'm very good at asking lots of questions."
"I am, too! I thankfully also enjoy answering them." Annette took the other small woman's hands. "I think you and I will be fast friends, Ariella."
"I think so, too," the Almyran answered with a warm laugh.
While this went on, Dedue and Dimitri shared the latest developments in Faerghus with Khalid. The prince of Almyra took Dedue's hand at the end of the account and told him, "Thanks for letting me borrow your liege for as long as I did."
"No… thank you for saving his life when I could not. I am told that I am doing better myself, but it is undeniable that His Highness is in a much-improved state compared to when we parted," Dedue replied.
Khalid nodded. "Yeah… me, too. I guess things worked out alright for us, huh?"
Dimitri was about to add something, but he was distracted by a blur that crossed the light outside. He walked to the doorway and stuck his head out.
"Eep! Prince Dimitri!" Bernadetta yelped upon being discovered.
"Bernadetta… you look well," Dimitri replied uncertainly. He declined to draw attention to her unusual new haircut. Like Cyril, she had also grown taller- perhaps by even more.
"And you somehow look even scarier than before," Bernadetta exhaled. She immediately regretted the choice, clasped her hands together, and begged, "No, no, forget I said that! Pull yourself together, Bernie!"
"It's quite alright. I wouldn't blame anyone for such a reaction," Dimitri chuckled. "What are you doing out here, though? You should come inside to talk with everyone."
"Y-yeah, I know. To be honest, I only came because I heard some noise and wanted to make sure we weren't getting attacked or something. Kind of surprised I didn't run the other way, really."
"You live here now, right? That's what Caspar told me when I visited him and Petra in Brigid."
Bernadetta nodded. "That's right. Her Majesty has been kind enough to let Linhardt and I stay here, but we keep getting pressured by the staff to sign on as professors. I'm not sure why anyone thinks that's a good idea…"
"It does seem like a recipe for empty classrooms," Linhardt agreed as he finally caught up to his wife. "Hello, Prince Dimitri."
Linhardt's welcome was far more muted than everyone else's, but Dimitri appreciated the opportunity for a more relaxed interaction.
"It's good to see you on this fine morning, Linhardt," Dimitri told him.
Linhardt admitted, "I'd prefer if it wasn't a morning of any kind, but it seems my body was too intrigued to keep me asleep this time. It's not often an Almyran prince and a dead prince show up at Garreg Mach. I was hoping my nap would last up until the meeting, though."
"Are you invited to it?" Dimitri asked.
"Oh, no, not at all. But we won't be turned away for showing up nevertheless. Some of them might even be happy that we showed the interest."
"If you don't mind my asking, what have you been doing since you moved here?"
"Research, I suppose. I help Professor Hanneman occasionally. Other times, I present a bit of work to Her Majesty that's so far been enough to keep us around."
Bernadetta argued, "Hey! I'm pretty sure they keep us around so I can draw for Seteth's stories, not because you keep handing in the same research with slightly different wording."
"I've always been your first and most loyal supporter, Bernadetta, but there are more artists out there than crest researchers. It's my work that is irreplaceable," Linhardt asserted.
Bernadetta bristled, "My first supporter, huh? No, no, no- Bernie never forgets a criticism, not even a single syllable! 'A bit faded'… 'Sense of direction is a little strange'… D-don't think you can pull that kind of brazen lie on me, Linhardt!"
Linhardt put a hand on his cheek. "If only you applied that memory to your other endeavors. You could have been a great researcher. Then you could have been the one that keeps us around, while I'd have more time to nap."
Dimitri began to search for an exit from the spat before he was forced to take a side. Thankfully, Cyril happened to be approaching from across the yard, so Dimitri went out to meet him.
"Are they ready for us now?" Dimitri asked the Almyran.
"Sort of. Lady Byleth and Seteth want to meet with you first. I don't know what about, but it's something private."
Cyril went to let the others know and then served as Dimitri's guide. They first climbed the stairs, and though Cyril readied to open the doors of the archbishop's audience chamber, Dimitri was distracted when he saw Professor Hanneman leaving his office and preparing to walk towards the library.
"Professor!" Dimitri instinctively called out as he jogged that direction. Cyril sighed but followed after him.
The professor was equally pleased about the reunion as the student. After greetings, Dimitri asked, "How did you fare during the war, professor?"
Hanneman frowned. "I will be truthful with you, Prince Dimitri… I returned home after the monastery fell. I was torn between loyalties. On one hand, I did not want to fight against my colleagues here. However, I also saw virtue in many of Edelgard's ideals. Allegiance to Adrestia may have been the deciding factor in the end. Professor Manuela and I were ultimately assigned as commanders at Arianrhod. Thankfully, the war never reached the Silver Maiden. It was not until after peace was achieved that I learned of some of the worst things that transpired. Her Majesty pardoned me and permitted me to return to my post, but I would understand if you were not so lenient."
Dimitri shook his head. "There was certainly a period when I would have struggled with it. But while I was in Almyra, I got to know several people we fought against that I respected greatly. It reminded me that choices are not always so simple. I know the kind of person you are, professor, and I know you only did what you thought was right." He glanced towards the other office. "Is Professor Manuela around?"
"I'm afraid not. After the war, Manuela opened a school of her own in Adrestia. She has a particular soft spot for orphans and wanted to build something more accessible for the lower classes." Hanneman put a hand on his chin. "It is… admirable, to be sure. I never thought I would say it, but I do miss her presence here."
"She'll be missed indeed. And if you were unsure, professor… just say the word, and I'll still do whatever I can to assist your research. My offer is good in perpetuity."
Hanneman bowed. "That is most gracious of you, though I would have expected nothing less from a man of your character."
"Umm… Prince Dimitri?" Cyril interrupted a little impatiently.
"Yes… sorry, Cyril. I won't let them blame you for the delay," Dimitri allayed with a chuckle. He briefly turned back to Hanneman and promised, "We'll have more time to talk later, professor!"
"I look forward to it, Prince Dimitri," Hanneman said reverently.
Cyril finally opened the way to the audience chamber, which was already arranged for the upcoming conference. A large, oval table sat at the center of the room, and various banners of the participants were staged around the space. Cyril led Dimitri past all of this and knocked on the door to the adjacent office.
"I've got Prince Dimitri here," Cyril called out.
"Very well. You may enter," Seteth answered back.
Dimitri was ushered to a couch opposite of the queen and her aide after greetings, and Cyril closed the door behind him as he departed. As was the case with Flayn, Seteth and Byleth looked much the same. The only noticeable difference was a tasteful tiara Byleth now wore as queen.
"Sorry for calling you here on such short notice, Prince Dimitri," Byleth began. "This hopefully won't take long. Everyone else will be welcomed into the audience chamber soon, and we don't want them waiting on us."
"I do not mind," Dimitri promised. "It's good to see both of you again."
"And we feel the same, Prince Dimitri," Seteth returned. He frowned as he said, "Though I will maintain it was the proper choice, I still felt some degree of responsibility for what happened at Gronder after I pressed Her Majesty to return to the monastery. I am glad to now discover that some key facts of the battle have proven incorrect."
"I hope I can alleviate that guilt even more by reaffirming your decision. I should have followed you, not the other way around. I was in no state to lead anything or anyone back then. I told Her Majesty the same thing when we last met." Dimitri rubbed his chin. "But I did not come here to continue castigating myself. What is it that you wish to discuss?"
"You're sure that you're fine with me staying and leading this… correct?" Seteth whispered to Byleth. When she nodded, he said louder, "As you surely know, Dimitri, news of your survival created a lot of fuss here in Fódlan. And though we were very glad to hear of it… if I may be blunt… it also created something of a headache. After all, Fódlan was united under a single crown following the war… not two. I trust you already understand the dilemma."
"Of course. I'm sorry for putting you in such a position."
"There's no need to apologize. I should have prepared for the scenario when Her Majesty first claimed to have met you after the battle. Instead, I chose to treat the incident as nothing more than a vision or dream rather than face the implications. Thankfully, Byleth has proposed a possible solution… one that I personally find elegant… or, at the very least, efficient. It would need your approval, though. I want to stress that there is no coercion on the matter. Should you decline, no one outside of this room will ever hear a word of it."
Dimitri nodded. "Very well. I am listening."
Byleth told him directly, "What I proposed was a marriage… between you and me."
Dimitri's jaw went slack with astonishment, chocking out any response he may have given. After providing him a few seconds to recover, Seteth expounded, "In such an arrangement, you would maintain the honorary title of 'King of Faerghus' while also serving as 'Prince Royal of Fódlan.' Should you and Byleth produce an heir, the royal lines will be merged and prevent any danger of future sedition on such grounds. Loyalists of Faerghus can still call you 'king' and enjoy the sight of you wearing a crown of Fódlan, while those of other persuasions can also rightly address you as 'prince' and acknowledge that ultimate authority remains with Queen Byleth."
"What of Leicester and Adrestia? How will they feel about the line of Faerghus ruling the future of Fódlan?" Dimitri asked once his voice was restored.
Byleth answered, "Leicester will not care so long as stability and prosperity are upheld. Many of Adrestia's new leaders are my friends, and they will support the motion. There are some factions in the former empire who may disagree, but they already consider themselves the defeated party in the war. This will not change much." She tilted her head and inquired, "Are there other issues you do not feel comfortable admitting forthright?"
Dimitri pondered this. The proposal came as a shock, and perhaps the concept of a political marriage left a sour taste after what happened with Khalid, Juliana, and James.
But… the circumstances were different. Byleth was no hostage, the reasoning was sound, and Dimitri took no issue with the queen. After a deliberate pause, Dimitri shook his head and told her, "No, there are not. I also believe that this is a fitting resolution. I would be honored to marry you, Your Majesty." He then raised a finger and added carefully, "I do hope, though, that a matter of great concern to me can also be addressed as part of this process."
Dimitri feared that the request would be interpreted as a negotiation condition, or even worse- blackmail. Byleth did squint some as he spoke, but it seemed to be born of curiosity. In fact, she even smiled ever so subtly.
"Go on, Dimitri," she requested.
"I spent years on the run after my escape from Cornelia. I lived in the slums of Fhirdiad as well as remote villages that were only reminded of the war whenever imperial patrols passed through. The sorts of people who inhabited these places were different in many ways, but they all shared one thing in common- they had no say in anything that was happening. We expect them to fight our wars or cultivate our fields, but did they have any choice when the empire attacked? And did we ask them whether there was any meaning in fighting back? It was not so different in Almyra. It is such a vast realm, and from the corners of the Mikdash, in the Dékhomai's safehouses in Metanoiapolis, and across the sands of Saba, there are countless groups who simply never reach the ears of the king."
"This is all true. But what is it you are suggesting, Dimitri?" Byleth asked.
"Your three governors are elected by councils of society's leading members, correct? That is all well, but I hope to see elections that are extended to the population at large."
Byleth and Seteth glanced at each other. The queen seemed to be awaiting her advisor's response first. Seteth clearly did not enjoy the pressure, but he began, "I admire the sentiment, Dimitri, but there are reasons why the elections are limited. We did not simply pick out the people we liked the best; the councils are designed to include groups of proper education. It is arguably unfair that a peasant has no say in the government, but someone who has never explored beyond their local church simply has no concept of complex geopolitics. Such a dilemma cannot be rectified with the wave of the hand."
"They may not understand complex geopolitics, but they are not fools," Dimitri contended. "They understand where a bridge might be built to alleviate traffic or how the construction of a dam will affect their fields. Maybe they aren't ready to appoint high governors, but perhaps they can elect a local mayor or vote on specific issues that will directly affect their lives."
Seteth looked back to Queen Byleth for a response. This time she provided a subtle nod, encouraging him to reply, "That is more within reason. It will take time to work out specifics, but I do not object."
Byleth added, "And as luck would have it, Ferdinand is already working on an education initiative. Should we succeed at improving standards across the population, perhaps expanded elections at the higher levels will not seem beyond reach." As she heard a loud voice across the door, she smiled and added, "And it sounds like he's already arrived."
"Yes, it is time for us to be wrapping up," Seteth observed. He asked their guest, "Does our response address your issues, Dimitri?"
Dimitri nodded. "Of course. I never doubted your intentions; I simply did not want to spring such requests on you after we make a public announcement of the engagement."
The queen's advisor began, "Then in the spirit of disclosure-."
"- There are also some things we will need to share with you later," Byleth interrupted. When Seteth looked at her questioningly, she explained, "Dimitri will be understanding of the facts, but explaining everything now will delay the conference by thirty-eight minutes."
Seteth accepted this answer, but Dimitri was as confused as ever. He was put at ease, though, when Byleth told him, "We can save the betrothal announcement for tomorrow or the day after. It is no matter to rush into, anyways. I promise to explain everything when we have more time." She added gently with a smile, "And Dimitri… I hope you reach a place where you enjoy life enough to welcome the idea of a long one."
Dimitri chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm as baffled as ever, but if you say I'll be fine with whatever it is… I trust you. I look forward to learning about it."
Both the queen and her advisor thanked him gratefully. After another minute or two of discussion, Seteth pushed the door into the audience chamber open again where everyone was already gathered into groups and conversing. Seteth immediately went to Linhardt and Bernadetta, likely to question their presence. The couple had happily made up after their argument, so they presented a united front while explaining why they should be permitted to stay. At the same time, Khalid was quick to find Byleth and thank her for the support in the final confrontation with James.
Before he could do much else, Dimitri was swiftly approached by Petra and Caspar. The husband of the duo raised his hand for a high five. Dimitri did not immediately understand how to react, but he eventually played along when Caspar refused to give up.
"How about it, Dimitri?! I never doubted that you'd win the war!" Caspar cheered.
Dimitri smiled. "Most of the fighting came after, but our victory at Pyli Kyma served as a decisive turning point. Almyra will forever appreciate Brigid's contribution."
"Helping gave us much happiness. King Faruq spoke with truth, so we are richer for it, too," Petra told him with amusement.
Caspar shook his head and sighed, "I can't believe Prince James was responsible for everything all along, though. I mean… I slept on the same ship as the guy. Kind of weirds me out, to be honest."
Petra pointed out, "You were sleeping a wall away from Hubert for a year, Caspar. You should be having familiarity… no… be familiar to this."
"Yeah, I guess that's a good point. But I'm not sure getting stabbed in the back hurts less the second time than the first."
Dimitri agreed, "That's unfortunately true, but I know you've got the kind of strength necessary to pick yourself back up and carry on. It's an admirable trait." He waved them goodbye and said, "We can talk more about the war later. I'm sure you'll both have a lot of questions."
"Yeah! Don't keep us waiting too long!" Caspar told him. Petra also waved with a smile. Dimitri would need to inform them of Farjad's passing at some point, but there would be better opportunities to share upsetting news.
Dimitri planned to check in on Khalid, who had just finished sharing a few words with Ferdinand and Dorothea. However, a large man with pink hair approached the crown prince of Almyra at the same time. Dimitri watched the scene uneasily.
Khalid began, "Holst… I…"
"I've never seen you at a loss for words, Claude," Holst told him.
"Ha! Maybe," Khalid laughed emptily. "I've actually been warned a couple times now that you wouldn't be so happy to see me again. And… I wouldn't blame you for it."
"Because of Hilda?" Holst asked dourly. When Khalid nodded, the man heaved a sigh and admitted, "It's true that I didn't receive the news well. Had we met at the time… it might have ended in a fight had you chosen your words poorly."
Dimitri began to regret allowing his weapons to be carried away to his room. However, the Hero of Leicester continued, "But with time comes opportunity to reflect. I know she was your friend and that you have already suffered over what happened. And to Hilda… you were something even more than a friend. She believed in you, Claude. I could see it from her letters. She was no passive child anymore. It was not my prodding that urged her to mature, but your example. She stood face-to-face with ugliest side of humanity and fought on with the hope that a better world was possible." Holst motioned his hand around the room as he said, "And even if it seemed meaningless at the time, it all led to this. It seems Hilda was right in the end."
Khalid smiled sadly. "She usually was. And I sure as heck wish she was here to see it."
"Me too. But instead of complaining, I'll just say thank you. I don't know if we can exactly be friends after what happened, but thank you for giving my dear sister something worth believing in. And try to keep Balthus out of too much trouble, would you?"
Dimitri looked away in relief as the two men emotionally shook hands. Before he could find someone else to talk with, though, Seteth motioned the audience to sit.
"Please, everyone!" Seteth said with raised voice when most people were too busy talking to notice. "We must be getting started if we are to stay on schedule."
"Is the schedule really all that important when some people here are reuniting for the first time in almost seven years?" Caspar asked.
"That is a good question," Byleth acknowledged as she sat next to Seteth. She then smirked ever so slightly when she observed, "But considering that the feast is the next order of business, I expected you to be more favorable to punctuality, Caspar."
Caspar transformed from the schedule's most vocal detractor to its devoted champion in the blink of an eye. He encouraged Petra to sit as well, and the others followed not far behind. Dimitri was positioned between Dedue and Annette. Building upon Bernadetta and Linhardt's success, Flayn, Cyril, and Ariella managed to earn seats in the corner despite never receiving official invitations.
Seteth began with a perfunctory introduction of everyone present from the royals, the governors, the spouses, and down to the odder inclusions. At the end of this, Byleth stood and told everyone, "I believe we all stand in awe of this remarkable reunion… one that is perhaps even miraculous. But to solely thank the flow of time for such an opportunity would be a disservice to the choices you made that led you here today. Each person in this room has played their part, and I thank you for it. I've already overheard some conversations that carry more meaning than anything I can share with you, and per Caspar's concerns, I hope to make allowance for even more after this introduction."
The queen nodded to Seteth, who began to pass around a pile of parchment. She explained, "Seteth is handing out schedules for what you can expect in the coming days. Today's agenda is light- after the feast, I intend to meet with Queen Petra to address emerging concerns as well as opportunities for partnership in Brigid arising from its recent independence. After that, Seteth and I hope to meet with the delegation from Almyra to discuss the security situation along Fódlan's Throat and establish a timeline for when the border can be safely opened for trade. Other topics will be addressed later."
Seteth added more details, and some of the others raised several questions. Dimitri reviewed the outline handed to him as this went on. When he finally glanced up, he realized that Byleth was gazing his direction.
"And… I do have one final announcement before we part," Byleth said. "Prince Dimitri will be aiding with Fódlan's education initiative. Ferdinand, please catch him up on your strategy and current progress when you have the time."
Ferdinand was taken by surprise, but he answered energetically, "O-of course, Your Majesty! It would be my greatest pleasure! Such an important mission is worthy of all the help possible!"
"Very good. In that case, let us break for now," the queen said as she stood again.
Dimitri did not have long to react before Ferdinand was looking to shake his hand. The Prime Minister of Adrestia began, "I'm so very sorrow we have not had the chance to speak yet, Prince Dimitri! You surely expressed interest in aiding me while meeting with Her Majesty earlier, correct? If you'd like, I've got some proposals already written up in my room that we can-."
"Ferdie, even if he really is that excited, I think he'd prefer to save all of that until after we eat," his exasperated wife interrupted. Dorothea smiled and extended a hand to Dimitri. "It's very good to see you again, Prince Dimitri. You look glowingly."
As Dimitri shook Dorothea's hand, Ferdinand informed, "And just as Her Majesty described after Gronder, too. I would have you know that I was the most willing to accept that you could truly be alive."
"Yes… for once your gullibility played to your advantage," Dorothea teased as she poked his cheek. She faced Dimitri again and observed, "Though you seem to be in a much better emotional state than Her Majesty suggested. That is always good to see. It's only a matter of time before you find that special lady now."
"I… umm…"
Dimitri panicked as he searched for a way to run and conceal his embarrassment. Dedue was within reach and would surely help, but Byleth first approached him and asked, "Would you like to go on a walk for a minute, Dimitri?"
"Y-yes, of course," he stuttered in reply. Dorothea raised an eyebrow as he said goodbye, but Dimitri carried on.
Byleth held out her arm once they were outside, and Dimitri accepted the gesture. The two walked arm in arm down the stairs, left out the exit towards the cemetery, and slowly sauntered clockwise around the campus.
"I would never make you answer such a question in front of Seteth, but… how do you really feel about all of this, Dimitri?" Byleth asked softly. "I don't want you to be miserable in a marriage just because it is politically prudent."
"Miserable? Of course not!" Dimitri swore. "You may not have been my professor, but I know you well enough to be confident of that. At the time, I will admit I was somewhat perturbed by the absence of emotion in your expression. That is long in the past, though. I have always believed you to be beautiful, strong, and wise. That has not changed."
Byleth hummed, "I saw in you many of the same characteristics, except with regard to emotions. You were just the opposite in that way. Your smile did not hide every hint of the storm that lay beneath." She looked at him and added, "But you are different now, too. It's strange… when we last met, I desperately wished to save Edelgard at a time you begged for her death. In the end, I killed her with my own blade, while I can see that the hate you carried is gone."
Dimitri frowned. "How… what did you feel in her last moments?"
"I'm not yet sure how to even describe the emotion. It felt impossible right up until I swung. I don't know if I could have done it if I waited a moment longer."
"I'm… sorry, Byleth."
"I am the Ashen Demon. I have killed for as long as I remember, and perhaps there will be a time I must kill again. I don't think El would want my pity, but… at least I understand the value of a taken life now."
Dimitri held her arm tighter as they continued to walk. The two shared some unfortunate experiences from witnessing their father's assassination to losing the same sister figure. However, they could now work through that pain and towards something better together.
Rather than linger on grave topics or even explore the questions raised at the end of the private meeting, Dimitri shared a few lighthearted stories from his days in Almyra. This encouraged Byleth to do the same. The only serious matter discussed was when Dimitri asked Byleth if she could find Balthus's friend Hapi. Hapi had apparently gone home after the war, but Byleth agreed to reach out and pursue answers about Cornelia and her followers. The queen did not like to leave unfinished business, either.
The pair was still enjoying the moment as they finished the loop. Dimitri turned to his right in response to another pair of voices. Marianne was being hugged by an unfamiliar man in the classroom yard who offered the young woman unstinting apologies. Dimitri knew that it had to be Marianne's adoptive father, who had already received notice of her homecoming.
Dimitri was relieved to see the scene, while Byleth halted for some reason. She did not immediately interrupt the pair, but when the margrave finished saying everything necessary, Byleth took both of Dimitri's hands, looked him in the eye, and said gently, "Dimitri… you and I… I truly believe we will work. Do you?"
He was not prepared for the warmth of her hands, but they felt right when paired with his own. The prince agreed sincerely, "Yes… I believe so, too."
Byleth smiled, and it was the first time Dimitri fully recognized just how beautiful it was. She told him, "I meant to quickly speak with Margrave Edmund regarding some matters while he's here, so this is where we part for now." When Dimitri prepared to bow, Byleth waved her hands to stop him. She chuckled while requesting, "Please don't. The attention is embarrassing from anyone, but I certainly don't need my betrothed doing it, too."
"Of course. I will see you later, then, Byleth," Dimitri said with an embarrassed but genuine smile.
As the queen left with the margrave, Dimitri approached Marianne. She held her arm uncomfortably, and her expression was difficult to interpret.
"Did your conversation with him go well?" Dimitri inquired cautiously.
"Yes… it went as well as possible. I think we will do a better job understanding each other going forward," Marianne affirmed. However, she shifted her weight between each foot during a tense pause. Finally, she lowered her head to eschew her friend's gaze and asked, "So… are you marrying Professor Byleth?"
Dimitri struggled to not immediately surrender the secret. "I… where did you hear that?"
"Claude was confident that was why the queen wanted to talk with you alone. And… when I saw you walking with her just now, I knew he was right. Don't worry. I won't repeat anything."
"Well… you are both correct. And yes… I did agree," Dimitri finally capitulated.
"And you're fine with that?"
"Of course." He then ruminated gently, "Though… I can't help but wonder, Marianne, what might have happened if you and I retired to that cottage of yours in the Mikdash instead of coming home. We could have refurbished it and forever remained out of the public conscious. Maybe we would have picked up woodworking or some other small hobby as we lived out the rest of our days in peace. If we had… do you think we could have been happy?"
This comment bolstered Marianne's confidence some as she took his hand. She told him, "I am certain we would have enjoyed each other's company. But… I think our imaginations would plague us even more than they are right now. This is where and who we're meant to be. You… will always be important to me, though, Dimitri."
Dimitri put his other hand on top of hers. "Yes… you're right, of course. You mean so much to me, too, Marianne. Even though our lives will never look the same, I'm grateful that we can continue working together in the years to come."
Marianne clearly wanted to say more but settled with returning a smile. They did not have long before Ariella, Dedue, and Annette approached from the gardens. Ella gestured them to follow as she beckoned, "People are starting to gather in the dining hall. Come on!"
The prince of Faerghus prepared to follow them, but at the last second, he noticed Khalid standing alone on the bridge towards the cathedral. Curious, he told the others to go on ahead and that he would join them soon.
Khalid was gazing out over the scenic mountains, but he turned when Dimitri neared. His countenance was almost as ambiguous as Marianne's had been, but Dimitri asked, "You didn't forget about the feast, surely? That's quite unlike you, Khalid."
Khalid smiled softly. "I needed a moment to collect myself. Seeing this place and all its people… well, it's hit me hard, too. I'm just not as good at admitting it. I'm readying myself so my smile can be genuine when I join the others."
"You're smiling right now, are you not?"
"Ha! It's not really the same."
Dimitri offered, "If it would help your confidence, you were right about Byleth and I discussing a betrothal."
"And was I correct that you would accept?"
Dimitri nodded. "You probably don't approve."
Khalid shook his head decisively. "No, I get it. I'm not sure if I would have done the same, but my opinion doesn't establish objective ethics. We're different people, Dimitri, even if we work well together."
"Like pheasant and noa fruit?" Dimitri recollected.
"Exactly so!" Khalid chortled. He cleared his throat and said, "Anyways… I think you'll be fine, but if she does give you any trouble… don't come asking me for help. That's not a fight I'm interested in."
"No? What if I just need a place to escape to?"
Khalid pondered this. "That depends. Are you going to start telling her where you're headed again? I won't be around to knock her unconscious next time."
Dimitri laughed as he reflected on those early days together. His grin diminished some as he noted, "You know… I'm not sure if I ever properly thanked you, Khalid. It's frankly embarrassing that I haven't."
"What for?"
Dimitri stated the obvious. "For saving my life. None of this would have been possible if I met the end I was chasing towards at Gronder."
Khalid's face softened tenderly. "Dimitri… people will probably remember me for the flashy schemes at Pyli Kyma or Merv, but if they ever ask, I'd tell them that saving you was twice as crucial as any of that. It might be the single best choice I ever made. I wish I could say it was entirely altruistic at the time, but it changed the course of my life either way. You're my best friend, Dimitri. Thanks for making a better person out of this weaselly little scoundrel."
"Well… that might be a bit of an exaggeration…"
The prince of Faerghus would have further defended his friend's character, but he was interrupted by a burst of laughter and cheer that echoed from the dining hall. Dimitri instead noted, "We might be able to participate from here if they plan on staying that loud."
Khalid patted his back. "Heh! Maybe. We shouldn't strain our voices before the real negotiations begin, though, and I doubt they're willing to deliver us some food. I think I'm ready to head that way now. Are you?"
"Yes. Let's be going, Khalid," his friend confirmed brightly.
Khalid threw a hand over Dimitri's shoulder as they ambled towards the rest of their reveling companions, laughing as they shared a joke of their own.
Author's Notes:
Thank you for reading Chronicles Beyond the Threshing Floor.
It's been a very long journey here. And if I'm to be honest, an often difficult one. I knew the subject was too niche to ever be that popular (lots of OCs, no romance, set on the least popular route, etc.) but when there were months during which the only reactions I got were dropping favorites and follows... well, it was still discouraging.
That just made every review mean that much more. Thank you to everyone who left kind words at some point or another. This late surge of interest was very encouraging, and it makes me wish I had more chapters to give you haha. Even during the quiet stretches of the story, I never got flamed or anything. Ya'll are all cool.
At the end of the day, I wrote this because it's a story I wanted to see told, and I'm happy with the final product. I hope some of you out there are, too. This is almost certainly my last project of this size, but I'm glad it was something that I can be proud of.
That's all. Best wishes to everyone out there reading this :)