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Bodyguard Robin, as suggested by Dragon Tag.

"My Khan, please be more mindful of your flank." The man says calmly. "While I am capable of covering you to an extent, neither you nor I am invincible. If you insist on rushing headlong into battle, then you should be bringing more backup than just me."

"I didn't even try to bring you! You just keep showing up!" The khan laughs. "How do you keep doing that?"

"I would be a poor bodyguard if I did not always know the position-"

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard that before. You always have eyes on me." She says dismissively. "But how do you do it? I know you hover around me a lot, but what about the times when you can't see me?"

"I make educated." The man says calmly. "Also, magic. Divination to be specific. I've placed magic signatures on your armor, so I can always tell where it is… and if it's leaving the fort when it's not supposed to, I can make a fair guess that you are sneaking out again."

"Ah, come on, loosen up! You don't have to babysit me! I'm twice your age, I should be lookin' after you! Can't a Khan let loose and kill a few bandits on her own every once in a while?"

"No." The man says flatly.

"Killjoy…" Flavia sighs. "Well, anyways, thanks for the help Rob. That coulda gotten spicy if you hadn't taken out those myrmidons."

"And by 'spicy', you mean Ferox would be down a kahn." Robin says flatly.

"Well…"

"My Kahn, I cannot stress enough the importance of allowing myself to accompany you on these excursions of yours, and informing me of them beforehand. Even if you take no others, at the very least allow me to provide a measure of safety. I understand your need for time to yourself, but you are the leader of a country. You cannot afford the same recklessness as a common berserker."

"Are you calling me a barbarian?"

"No, I am calling you a reckless lunatic." Robin says with a completely straight face. "My Khan."

"Saying 'my Khan' doesn't make me forget you just insulted me." Flavia says threateningly.

"I would hope not, else I would fear my constant hints for you to learn a modicum of sense had gone unheard." Her bodyguard says dryly. "I am glad to hear you have been consciously ignoring me rather than simply not understanding." He pauses for a moment, then adds: "my Khan."

"I am a leader of warriors!" Flavia protests. "I cannot have my men thinking I am not capable of handling myself! I am expected to do great deeds!"

"And neither of those things will be accomplished with stupidity." Robin says calmly. "Else you will be remembered as that moron who rushed off to fight bandits and got herself killed because she was too prideful, and people will wonder how you ever managed to become Khan in the first place."

If Robin were anyone else Flavia would probably have punched him by now. However, this is very normal for the two of them. "Don't pull too many punches there Robin." The Khan scoffs sarcastically. "You might hurt my feelings."

"Don't come to your senses too soon my Khan." Robin retorts quickly, and with equal sarcasm. "It's not like you are vital to the running of the country or anything."

###

"So, Rami messed up." Robin says smugly when the prince of Ylisse and his group of warriors leave the room. "Who could have possibly predicted that?"

"Yes, I know, you called it." Flavia grumbles. "I'll have a talk with her."

"The sooner you start listening to me the better my Khan."

"The sooner you stop being smug the sooner I listen to you." Flavia mutters under her breath.

"Except, when I told you about this, I was perfectly calm and reasonable, as I am every time I give you a warning." Robin reminds her. "Do not lie to me my Khan. You have no intention of listening one way or another, do you?"

The Khan purses her lips. Robin is right of course. She hates it when he's right. "I'm going to inspect the arena before the tournament."

"Of course my Khan." Robin says with a bow. "Let us be off then."

The two exit the castle and move towards the colosseum. Flavia nods to the soldiers she sees training as they exit the courtyard and greets some of the townsfolk as they move through the town. Robin does neither of those things himself, and is instead focused on looking out for potential assailants and making sure all the usual escape routes are available. One of his hands rests permanently on his shield as he's constantly ready to pull it out in Flavia's defense.

Of course, nothing happens on the way to the arena. Surprisingly though, there's already someone there.

"Basilio." Flavia greets with a wide, confident grin. "Inspecting the place you're going to lose next week?"

"Flavia. Have you actually started listening to others, or are you still as bull-headed as you've always been?" The burly man shoots back with an equally wide grin. He marches over to her (as does the one person accompanying him: an incredibly skilled swordsman by the name of Lon'qu) and pulls her into a large hug which Flavia reluctantly reciprocates. "How's it goin' little brat? Is Robin takin' good care of you?"

"Still don't think I'm capable of handling myself old man?"

"Oh, I know you aren't." The man laughs. "Say Rob, how many times has she run off somewhere without telling anyone this month?"

"Five." The man says dryly. He pauses, then adds. "Six, actually. There was that time she skipped out a meeting too."

Flavia glares at her bodyguard, and Robin ignores her. Basilio just laughs and slaps Robin on the shoulder. "Well keep up the good work then! If she died and I got a different opponent, I might actually be given a run for my money at some point!"

"Noted." The bodyguard says stoically.

"Well fuck both of you." Flavia sighs. She glances at Lon'qu. "At least you don't have an attitude."

Lon'qu, predictably, says nothing.

"So, what actually brings you here?" Basilio asks curiously. "I doubt you came here to see me."

"Damn right I didn't. I came to make sure this place was ready, and to get out of the palace again." Flavia huffs. "All the usual politics and whatnot is boring."

Basilio shakes his head. "And you're trying to become ruling Khan with an attitude like that? We are doomed if you ever take my title."

"Pff… I'll do fine." Flavia scoffs. "It'll be different when I become ruling Khan."

"Will it really?" Basilio asks, suddenly sounding very serious. "Can you sit around for hours, handling crisis after crisis? Can you spend hours on end dealing with legal issues? Complaints? Foreign politics? Rarely having free time? You won't be able to afford sneaking out like you currently do. The ruler of a whole nation can't be running off without warning."

"I know what being the ruling Khan involves!" Flavia huffs. "I'm not stupid old man."

"Alright, alright! No need to get huffy!" Basilio laughs. "I'm poking fun at you girl! I'm sure you'll do alright if that happens. Not that I plan on letting that happen, of course."

"You're not going to have a choice old man. I've got a team this year that will blow you away!"

"Hah! That's the spirit!" The man laughs. "I'll see you next week at the fight then! I've got my own secret weapon this time! I can't wait to see who formed the better team!"

"Indeed, we'll see old man…"

###

"This could work." Robin says appraisingly. "This prince is no pushover. His troops are well trained… but I think his tactician could be doing better work. They're competent, but not a master."

"You think you could do better?" Flavia chuckles.

"Yes." Robin says flatly. "I am a trained tactician my Khan."

"Ah, right." Flavia totally forgot about that. It's not like advanced military tactics is often relevant for a bodyguard. Unless he is in charge of a squad of guards (which he isn't, the guards have their own captain, though Robin does actually have the authority to take command of them if need be). "What would you do?"

"First, I'd use that knight to take out Marth." Robin says. "As skilled as the girl looks, that knight is a league above everyone else here and can easily deal with her. Other than that, I'd use pack tactics and have the rest of his squad converge on one enemy at a time rather than splitting apart like they're doing. It would be a simple matter to abuse Basilio's spread-out formation and take down his troops one-by-one with the armored knight demolishing their leader in no time."

"And their current strategy?"

"Well, the tactician is keeping in mind weapon triangle and certain extremely effective weapon choices like the prince's rapier, but he is splitting his squad into two which is possibly risky and not even necessarily faster because aside from that armored knight there is no single fighter that can efficiently deal with any given enemy before a counterattack." Robin muses. "It's still not a terrible strategy, but with only one healer overall and only a single potent defensive unit they are very vulnerable to Marth suddenly joining the fight and ripping through the squad without the knight."

"Hmm…" Flavia nods. Now that Robin has pointed it out, she can see what he's saying. Flavia knows a bit about tactics herself, but she's a warrior before she's a tactician. She also knows more about managing armies and supply chains than she does small-unit tactics. "Maybe you could give their tactician some pointers then?"

"If my Khan would allow it. They are a foreign power. Providing them assistance may backfire."

"Hah! If everyone had that mentality, we'd never make progress in anything!" Flavia scoffs. "Win or lose, feel free to offer your advice during the celebration afterwards."

"Thank you my Khan."

###

The archer gives a nod of understanding. "Ah! I see! My thanks good man, I shall take thine advice to heart! Never again shall the archest of archers make such a base mistake!"

"Base? Hardly." Robin shakes his head. "Your strategy was effective enough, there is simply some refinement needed. Remember there is always more than one solution to an apparent problem."

"Spoken like a true tactician!" Virion laughs. "I think there is much I could learn from you Sir Robin! I do hope we can speak more in the coming days."

"We shall see." Robin says. "That decision is not mine. It belongs to my Khan, and necessitates your staying here, and I have heard that you are in a rush to return to Ylisstol…"

"True, very true." Virion sighs dramatically. "Oh, what a shame it is to be parted so soon! Perhaps then I shall meet you some other day, and we can talk tactics then?"

"I would be more than willing should that time come." Robin agrees. "Now, if you'll pardon me, I must return to my post."

"You are a guard?"

"Khan Flavia's personal bodyguard." Robin corrects. He notices his Khan getting a bit too into her drinks, and stands up from his seat. "If you'll excuse me…"

"By all means."

Robin quickly moves to his leige's side and firmly plants a hand on her shoulder. "My Khan…"

"Ah, the killjoy's back." Flavia huffs. "Come on, can't a leader celebrate her own victory?"

"I am not here to stop you. I merely wish to remind you that the good beer comes out later, so you may not wish to spoil your appetite so quickly."

"Aha! Right! Thank you Robin."

That is, of course, not at all why Robin came over here. He returned to his Khan's side because he spied some of the warchiefs joining the table… and that might be problematic. They might try to extract promises from a drunken Flavia or, worse, might try to spike her drink.

Ferox is not immune to political machinations. Now admittedly they are far less common than Ylisse or Plegia, but something being uncommon does not mean Robin does not plan against it. He would be a poor bodyguard if he did not plan for the obscure or unlikely. He has a number of antidotes in his coat at any given time, kept in steel containers so as to not be easily breakable. He also has bandages and two elixirs on him just in case, along with his shield which is hidden on the inside of his coat and a few dozen throwing daggers.

Oh, and his usual weapon (a superior edge) is also on his hip.

He doesn't anticipate actually using it at a party, but you never know when you might have to kill everyone else in the room…

Hopefully that isn't necessary with current company, but you never know...

###

War, a terrible thing…

"Woo! Finally we can give it to those Plegian dastards!" The reigning Khan cheers.

...unless you ask Flavia. Flavia's been itching to go to war with Plegia for years now. It's not hard to understand why; Plegian bandits have been hassling Ferox since the end of the last Ylisse-Plegia war, and Flavia is more than happy to jump at the chance to side with Ylisse and smash Plegia into the ground. The letter she holds at the moment formally asking her to join the war is the current reason for her celebration.

"You speak as if you did not expect this." Robin says.

"Yeah, well, it's never real until it's in writing." Flavia sighs. "Such is the nature of being a ruler."

Robin snorts, and the Khan shoots him a glare. "My Khan, you've been in charge of all Ferox for only a week. I don't think you can accurately speak about the 'nature of being a ruler' when it comes to your current position."

"Shush you." Flavia grumbles. "You always try to rain on my parade!"

"I do no such thing my Khan. I attempt only to provide you with logical and relevant notes." Robin says, trying to hide a smirk on his face.

"Sure you do." The lady grumbles. "Relevant my ass. I swear you mock me more than you protect me!"

"Only because you don't recognize how much I have to compensate for your recklessness my Khan." Robin sighs. "Though, I suppose since you have taken the throne that has not been the case. Your words to Basilio were correct it seems, you do take your duties as ruling Khan seriously."

"You thought I didn't?"

"Considering your constant disappearances, yes." He bluntly tells her.

"So little trust…"

"My job is not to trust you, it is to protect you." Robin says stoically.

"Yeah, I've noticed."

###

A bodyguard's job is never done; certainly not on the battlefield. Thankfully, Robin is quite at home on the battlefield. His knowledge of small-unit tactics is finally coming in handy for the first time since accepting this job. He only commands Flavia's person guards, but that's all he needs to be effective. Flavia's personal guards are a diverse bunch, which is exactly what Robin needs. One mage, one dark mage, two healers, four fighters, two mercenaries, and two lancers. A varied, (and thankfully competent) bunch.

It also helps that Flavia tends to fight alongside the Shepherds when she takes the field, and the Shepherds are highly competent themselves so it's rare that Robin has to worry about that flank falling.

Robin usually fights with his superior edge next to his Khan, but on occasion he finds it more appropriate to take a backline role with his bolt tome (occasionally called 'Katarina's bolt', named after a historical tactician, though it should be noted Katarina was more known to be fond of fire magic than thunder making it an odd thing that this weapon is named after her. Most historians suspect a misattribution at some point in the past).

Fighting in the desert heat is nostalgic for Robin. He was training to be a tactician in the Plegian army before his mother fled to Ferox during the last war about ten years ago. Now, at thirty years of age, he finds himself back in his homeland acting (to an extent) his intended job… but for the other side.

Robin wonders what his mother would think of this… but only for a moment. He is sure of his decisions, and has no regrets. If those decisions lead him to aid an attack against Plegia, so be it.

"My Khan, there are dark mages at our three! Let us drift to the left, and let the Ylissian pegasus riders deal with them!" Robin barks.

"You heard the man, stay away from those mages!" Flavia shouts. The guards comply, and skirt around the dark mages' range.

"Chrom! You heard me, right?!" Robin shouts at the unit fighting alongside them.

"I did! Sumia, Cordelia, and Phila are going to deal with it!" The prince hollers back. "We have our own problem though! Wyverns at our nine!"

"Sej, Yaz, strike down those wyverns!" Robin barks to his mage and dark mage.

"Yes sir!" The two women shout. They channel their respective tomes, and proceed to rain fire and dark magic upon the unfortunate wyverns. They are joined by the two mages belonging to the Shepherds which make quick work of their attackers.

This is just one instance of many where Robin has had to rely on the Shepherds for aid. He would prefer not to do this, but lacking anti-mage units of his own forces him to ask for help or risk serious damage.

He'll have to see about changing the composition of Flavia's guard…

###

"This is your fault you know!" Robin snaps as he takes another arrow with his shield.

"Are we really talking about this now?" Flavia shouts back. She cuts down a barbarian, but is quickly forced to pull up her arm shield against the unrelenting arrows.

"Yes! I told you not to rush in! The guards can't keep up!" Robin scolds. "And we don't have a good way to deal with archers! You don't keep any cavaliers in your guard!"

"You're a tactician! Aren't you supposed to deal with this stuff?"

"I can, but I need the resources to do so, and people to not randomly rush off!" The bodyguard snaps. "Especially not the person I'm charged with guarding!"

Robin spots a mage channeling in their direction. Realizing there's no easy way for both of them to dodge this, Robin steps in front of his liege and takes the fire spell. Snarling, he pulls out one of his many daggers and slings it at the mage, though unfortunately it doesn't injure enough to kill.

"We must retreat my Khan!" Robin shouts. Another arrow embeds itself in his shield, and he winces at the pain in his now-burned shoulder. "We are outmatched! The guards cannot reach us, we will be cut off if we remain!"

Flavia snarls, clearly not liking this, but listens to her bodyguard for once. "Fine! We'll pull back for now…"

The two back away from the hill they were trying to take, shields held high above their heads. They're nearly stopped from fleeing by a squad of mercenaries, but Robin makes use of his superior edge to decimate them before reinforcements can arrive to seal their fate. The two of them retreat into Flavia's guard, and allow the healers to do their work.

###

Flavia grimaces as her bandaged leg gives her pain when she has to stand up. She mutters under her breath as she limps to the outside of her command tent and gazes at the battle she can't be a part of due to her injury.

She can also hear her bodyguard behind her. Even though she's not looking at him, she can tell he has a pointed look on his face and is ready to scold her if she so much as looks at him.

"I get it, alright? I was reckless." Flavia growls without turning around. "Point taken. You can stop staring at me for it."

"Would you prefer I scold you?" Robin asks.

"No."

"Then this is what you get." Robin says calmly.

Flavia sighs deeply. "Why do you always antagonize me Robin?"

"I could ask you the same thing my Khan." The bodyguard replies. "You never listen to my concerns."

"You always try to stop me having fun."

"You're the leader of a nation." Robin says sternly. "'Fun' is not part of your job. You are not a foolish woman, you know this. If you care more about fun, you should never have become a Khan."

Flavia grimaces. She should have expected such a reaction from him. "Am I never entitled to enjoy myself merely because I'm a leader?"

"Well…" Robin sighs deeply. "My Khan, you know that is not what I mean. It is true that your own happiness must come second to your responsibilities, but it is also true that your happiness must not put you unduly at risk for the sake of the country. Such is the burden of being head Khan. You cannot allow your desire for fun to be at the detriment of your country, that would be horribly selfish considering you willingly competed for and took the title from a perfectly competent leader only to totally disregard the duties that go along with it."

The Khan's shoulders sag. Robin has a point. She took the throne from Basilio only to fight against what it entails, knowing full well in advance what she would dislike about it. Perhaps indeed she is very foolish. A life of politics and leadership only appealed to her for the power of it all, to satisfy her own ego, and because she was absolutely certain she could do a better job because…

Well, there was never really a reason she assumed she was better. It was youthful pride at one point, and she never addressed that over all the years it took her to get the throne.

She just isn't meant to be the leader of a country, is she? She doesn't have the attitude for it, she doesn't have the mindset for it, she doesn't have the tolerance for it's restrictions. All those years of work, just for something she realizes now that she hates.

"Yes… yes I suppose that's true." Flavia grimaces. "You're right Robin, as usual."

"It is rare of you to admit such a thing." Robin says slowly. "Why the change in attitude?"

"I have to think on something." Flavia grunts. "After this war is over though. Robin?"

"Yes?"

"Henceforth, I am putting you in my place on the battlefield. I will be remaining at camp to command from afar for the remainder of the war. My guards will be your guards now. Aid the Shepherds in their endeavors."

"I see…" Robin murmurs. "As you wish my Khan. I will do you proud."

"I expected you to protest."

"Because I am your bodyguard? Perhaps I should, but if you are to remain at camp there are others who can protect you just as well, and I am aware my skills are better used on the battlefield." Robin shrugs. "I am trusting, however, that you will keep your word my Khan.'

"I will." Flavia says reluctantly. "I won't be the fool any longer. I will do my duty."

"Understood my Khan."

Well, I think that's basically the resolution of the main plot, so I'll end it here. Using Flavia was a new experience… and one I'm not exactly raring to repeat. It's not that writing her was horrible, I just don't find her interesting nor that likable. It was cool to do once… and I don't think I'll be using her in a major context again. It's not even like Tharja, F!Morgan, or Severa were some small changes make her perfectly fine, she's just mediocre as a whole for me.

bauers374: Indeed…

Well, that's assuming you're not counting the various Robins, because I know they've sworn before. Angel Robin anyone?

Deadpool how? Insanity, absurd regeneration? Both? Breaking the fourth wall? (Actually, I wouldn't allow that last one. It doesn't fit the collection).

Arashi walker: :D

bwburke94: Yeah, I wasn't sure how that'd be received, but it fit the story too well not to put in.

Someth1ng: Hermit? Sure I suppose… hmm… that'll be finicky…

So Legendary is just a variant of Hermit. Got it.

Interesting…

Aha, this is a curious one. Trauma Robin. I like it.

This… eh… we'll see.

Firehedgehog: Not the reaction I was expecting, but I like it.

TheF00L0: Well, just normal twins as an idea is fine, but the alternate dimension thing gets complicated very quickly (especially since I'd have to justify one Robin leaving their own dimension). I'll put it down, but that's a very unlikely variant.

Vanderspiegel: Incidentally, I love this idea. You're right when you say it doesn't fit The Robin Variable very well though. I'll put it down in my list for Varied Awakenings.