Memoirs of the Holy War

by Naryfiel Lilith

It was a war that spanned across two generations. It was a war that tore Jugdral to pieces. It was a war between those who only did what they thought was right. It was a war manipulated by those who had suffered too much. It was a war filled with tragic mistakes and crippling hope. It was a war immortalized by the survivors, and this is their tale. (FE4 Novelization)

24. Interlude - Heir

Interlude - Heir

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It was surprising, how unused to peace I was. The idea of having 'nothing to do' was foreign enough to make me uneasy, though I made sure to not show it around Arvis. He was adamant I would not lift one finger more than I needed. I read a lot of books during that trip, to the point I had no fictional ones left to read. I hated how each day blended into the next.

It was almost a relief when it became time to prepare for Bloom's wedding. 'Almost' because I was reminded why I hated such fuss within thirty seconds of the first fitting. But it broke the monotony and, most importantly, it meant I was only one event away from returning home. I just hoped I made it through. The etiquette might kill me first.

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Friege was located in the northwest of Grannvale, an area known for sparse foliage and hundreds of mines scattered through the cliffs and mountains. It was the center of Grannvale's mining industry, just as Dozel dominated the lumber. Yngvi was the breadbasket, where even their 'worst' harvest was better than Friege's best. Chalphy was the biggest wine and other alcohol distributor and was one of the two 'gateways' to Grannvale via the port to Miletos. Velthomer was the center of the textile industry, and the other 'gateway' via the gate to the Aed Desert. Edda was the center of the church, a site of regular pilgrimages, and Belhalla was the shining jewel of Grannvale, the home of the academy and highest levels of judiciary and government.

I had no idea why my mind fixated on that as my carriage sat in Friege's castle courtyard, but it did. Perhaps it was boredom. Chulainn and Arvis rode during the trip, but Arvis insisted I take the carriage. The trip over hadn't been bad, since Cathleen had ridden with me, but she had hopped out to assist with our things, and I was forced to wait inside, with nothing to do but stare out the window. I couldn't even read; Cathleen had taken my personal bag with her, and it had included my books.

"Alicia?" someone finally called, knocking on the door of the carriage. It opened to reveal Chulainn, who offered me his hand. "Everything is finally situated," he explained as I took it. He was careful to support me while I stepped out, even ensuring I was balanced and steady once on the ground, which was strange because he should have known I didn't need additional help. "There seemed to be some confusion over the rooms."

"Was there?" I asked, looking at him curiously. However, I subtly glanced around, noticing the gawking crowd of servants and nobles who had arrived at the same time we did. So, was he trying to hide me or...? "Arvis said he sent word ahead." I decided to step a little closer to him, leaning against him even, and saw the gawkers' jaws drop. Chulainn's slight smile was approving. "Was there a mistake?"

"No, but that was what Arvis initially assumed. He's a paranoid fellow, isn't he?"

"Arvis is very cautious, yes, and sometimes a little quick to assume someone is looking down on his siblings."

"I'm right here, you two," Arvis drawled then, fussing with his cufflinks as he came over. He had a slight smile on his face, though, and an amused glint in his eyes. "Did you forget off in your own world?"

"No, of course not," I replied without a hint of hesitation. Chulainn ducked his head to hide his smile, or so he let others think. I saw he was watching the crowd, and so was Arvis. I was right, then. We were putting on a show. "Do I not tell you these things to your face?"

"You're the only one in the world who lectures me, so…"

"No, I'm the only one whose lectures you listen to. I know well Bishop Cowen has tried to lecture you on your poor health choices many, many times." I smiled innocently, and he sighed. "But what was wrong with the rooms?"

"The Steward received two separate orders, one to house us in the Guest Wing and one to house us in the Family. Take a wild guess who sparked that confusion."

"Aw, Tailtiu is sweet."

"'Sweet' wasn't the word I was thinking."

"How could it not? Is it not sweet she thinks of us as family?"

"Causing confusion for the servants isn't sweet."

"Drat, I do have to yield on that point."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means exactly what I said, of course."

"Lady Alicia!" Cathleen called then, rushing to my side and saving me from having to continue this banter and show. She barely bobbed a curtsey to Arvis and Chulainn, focused completely on me. "We have your things moved into your rooms at last, so we must hurry." She smiled brightly, but I had a bad feeling suddenly. "There's a lot to do before the ball, after all. Your Grace, Felipe is overseeing both your things and Lord Chulainn's, and he's gotten himself into a tizzy again about how best to assist both of you."

"I could've sworn I said I wouldn't need help," Chulainn grumbled, barely biting back a sigh. Arvis only scowled, since he had wanted to assign Chulainn a personal attendant to avoid this scenario. "In fact, I know I did. Directly."

"Well, you are our lady's love. We only want you to shine as bright as she."

"Let her be the sunshine. It suits a rose more. I'm content with being the moon." This time, he couldn't bite back the sigh. "Cathleen, if we compromise by having you look me over, will he calm down?"

"It's atypical for a maid to tend to a lord."

"I'm not a lord, though." Actually, wasn't Chulainn technically a duke? He was hiding, of course, but based on what I heard about Sophara, he would've been the same rank as Arvis if the coup never happened. "Besides, it's the job of a maid to ensure her lady is properly accessorized, and what's a lady's partner but another accessory?"

"Oh, I'm using that argument." Cathleen giggled, visibly delighted. "I'll relay the message on the way, but I really must get Lady Alicia ready."

Chulainn made a point to kiss my hair before letting Cathleen lead me away, and I made sure to beam at him before following, masking my dread behind the healer-smile. We met another of Friege's servants, a young maid who I did not get the name of, and headed for what appeared to be the 'compromise' between the two orders: rooms in the 'special guests' section of the guest wing. At least, that was what I assumed given the size of the suite I was given. The bathing room Cathleen shoved me into was bigger than my old house, and that was all I had time to process before Cathleen went to work on the 'beauty regime' she devised.

Despite my fears, it was actually better than last time. It was nowhere near as intense or long, probably because of the lack of time, but I appreciated it nonetheless. She even let me use my own shampoo and soaps.

"Of course I did, my lady," Cathleen commented much later, as she helped me dress. I'd brought it up, mostly as a hint that next time, I wanted to do the same. "Last time, you were debuting, so we needed to do something more intense, and I wasn't certain your soap and shampoo would complement it well. This year, I made sure it would fit in nicely."

"I see," I replied, not sure if I did. But I knew the dangers of mixing medicines, and this sounded similar. "Well, while you may think it natural, I still wanted to thank you. I make the shampoo and soap specifically for my skin and hair." The facial wash and lotion had been the trickiest to make, and I disliked using any others because of it. ...Should I make some for Chulainn? Would that be weird? It wasn't like my tea mixes. I never wanted to make that for anyone before, but perhaps…

"And it suits! You look like you stepped straight out of a fine painting." I was going to assume this was a compliment, since it was Cathleen, but I wasn't certain how it was. Weren't paintings stiff? "And I think we're done with the dress and shawl." She stepped back with a clap, beaming brightly at me. "All that's left is your hair and perfume. What hair ornaments would you want?"

"Pardon?" I warily eyed the vanity, where a large variety of hair ornaments were piled. "Um…"

"Oh, do you not like the ones here? I believe there's still some in your bags." Yes, there were, because Arvis had no concept of 'holding back'. "I'll go fetch them!" Before I could say anything, Cathleen bolted for one of the back rooms in the sprawling array of rooms I was gifted as a 'guest'.

I thought about calling after her, but chose against it. Instead, I made my way to the floor length mirror near the vanity and marveled again at how Mistress Sorcha was a worker of miracles. I had no idea how she had managed to complete this dress in so short of a time, and she'd even complied with my selfish requests. Most importantly, it perfectly matched the fancy shawl I received from Prince Kurth, the only difference being that my dress was white and pale blue, and the shawl was silver and pale blue. The dress had a high collar to it, and the 'sleeves' were short and sheer, with a rose pattern decorating them. I was relying on my shawl to cover my arms, and Cathleen made certain the ribbons were tied perfectly, so the shawl would never slip. No matter how I moved, it would always brushed against the skirt, which was pale blue from bust to hem, and had a silver rose 'belt' embroidered about the waist. Roses also decorated the hem, and I wished I'd thought to tell Mistress Sorcha to avoid the rose motifs. I got enough of it thanks to the rumors. At least these were silver.

A knock on the door called me from my observation, and I turned in time to see Chulainn crack the door open. "Is it safe to come in?" he asked.

"It's always safe for you," I laughed, feeling better immediately. I laughed again when he stepped in and closed the door behind him. "Edain is going to be so infuriated Arvis managed to succeed where she failed."

"Unlike Edain, Arvis had a good argument. Unfortunately, I will not be able to hide for this." No, he would not. This event had another purpose besides me 'showing my face in society'. It was also Arvis very blatantly declaring I was taken, he liked Chulainn, and everyone had better stop sending him offers of marriage for me. As such, Chulainn was stuck in formal wear. "I appreciate Sorcha simplifying it for me. I don't know how these nobles breathe with a napkin tucked into their throat."

"I think it's called a 'cravat'."

"It reminds me of a bib." Instead, Chulainn wore a long, black jacket with golden leaves and vines embroidered along the sleeves and hem, held shut with equally gold buttons. Plain black slacks tucked into black boots embossed with more gold leaves and vines completed the look. Arvis feared it might be too simple, but personally, I thought the 'simpleness' was all he needed. "What is it?"

"I'm admiring your handsomeness, of course." I smiled teasingly. Anything complicated would've weighed him down and hid his good looks. "I understand now why the village girls would ogle their loved ones."

"You..." He blushed, to my delight, and tried to hide it by going over to the fireplace in the corner to check the flames. "Menace."

"But I'm yours."

"For which, I am very thankful." He glanced around curiously. "Where is Cathleen? I expected to see her by now."

"She's unpacking more hair ornaments, including the ones Arvis bought after your delightful comment." I returned to staring at the pile, not bothering to hide my sigh. "I do not know how to explain my lack of enthusiasm has little to do with a lack of options."

"You like your quiet, and social events are anything but quiet." Chulainn came over and studied the various ornaments. "This brings back memories."

"Oh?" I wondered what he meant, and then I remembered what Shannan and Ayra had said. "Shannan mentioned something about 'family' and 'spouses' being the only ones who can braid a noble's hair. Did your father braid your mother's?"

"He did. It was a family affair. All of us would finish getting dressed and then scamper to Mother's dressing room for the braids. Father always braided Mother's hair himself, and while he did, she would braid ours. Then once everyone was done, Father would sit down and let Mother braid his hair. Each time was more elaborate than the last, since she would secretly practice as much as she could."

"Did she?" It was strange how easy it was to see, especially when I'd never met any of Chulainn's family. "Shannan said something about 'spouses get priority'."

"Yes, since it's considered very intimate."

"Is it now?" I raised a brow, a smile on my face, and Chulainn looked away in quiet embarrassment. "Well, Chulainn, might you do my hair?"

"You are a menace."

"You're the one who hid how important hairstyling was in Isaach."

"That..." Since he didn't exactly have a reply, he started sifting through the hair ornaments. I could only laugh once more. I would've let him braid my hair sooner if I had... Ah.

"Should I rescind my offer to let Ayra braid my hair?"

"Lovers have 'priority', but whether or not it is 'exclusive' is solely the person's choice. With that said, allowing only one person to brush and style your hair was considered a quiet declaration of feelings among Isaachian nobility."

"You know this because...?"

"My parents, again. Everyone knew what my father felt long before she did, because once they met, he never let anyone but her touch his hair, and Sencha, our steward, adored telling the story, especially when he thought my father was being too gruff with us." I wonder... did he die with the others? The sad look in his eyes said 'yes', and that he witnessed it just as he witnessed his siblings'. "But that's the past, and we have problems in the present. Given how striking your hair is, you'll want something to match your dress... ah, this will work." From the pile, he pulled what I could only call a 'vine', one with pale blue roses joined by a silver chain. "Let's see... we wouldn't want to be overly elaborate."

"You can do simple?"

"I think four strands will be fine. Though is there another vine like this?"

"I wouldn't know."

"Well, if not, maybe Cathleen will bring one back." He smiled at me, another new one. This one was somehow gentle and boyish, and inanely, I wondered if it had been his 'default' smile as a child. "Here, sit down. I'll need to brush your hair first anyway."

"Yes, yes." I sat down as he asked, and stared at my reflection. Against all the white and pale blue, my hair… "What did you say my hair looked like to you again?"

"Petals of a rose, or the feathers of a cardinal." He found my brush and began sectioning off my hair to comb. "But you see blood."

"Yes, I do." Blood wasn't pretty; it was as common as dirt. "Shannan thought fire."

"People see what they want to see, though I'm reminded of some tale I thought I heard in Agustria. Something about a bird of flames."

"That sounds like something we should ask when we return." I closed my eyes and leaned back against the chair. "Do I look weird? I picked the light colors because Ethlyn and Lachesis said something about 'ethereal'."

"You're as beautiful as ever, and probably as lovely as you can be in this situation."

"That's an odd qualification."

"You're most beautiful when you're comfortable, Alicia. But Cathleen deserves a lot of credit for her work today. You might outshine the bride."

"Flatterer."

"I never lie; you know this."

We bantered like that, just a gentle and nonsensical back and forth, as he brushed and braided my hair. Cathleen eventually returned with more hair ornaments and blinked at us in confusion for a few seconds when she saw Chulainn was braiding my hair. But then she smiled without a word, set down the ornaments, found another hair vine which complemented the one Chulainn picked, and skipped off to pick a perfume for me.

It was probably the only moment of quiet and peace I was getting for the next few days; I'd better enjoy it.

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It didn't take long for Chulainn to braid my hair, letting the simplicity of the braid highlight the hair vines making it seem like I had flowers in my hair. Cathleen helped me apply the perfume, a very subtle scent, and then had Chulainn stand at attention as she scrutinized him from head to toe. Only when she was completely satisfied did she let us leave, with me taking Chulainn's arm. It felt strange; I wanted to hold his hand. But I remembered what he'd said about people finding handholding 'scandalous', and I'd prefer it if I didn't give people something to talk about.

We met Arvis at the entrance, where he was fussing with his cufflinks as he always did when he was nervous. He smiled kindly when he saw us, though, and I couldn't help but smile when I saw his clothes. He typically stuck with blacks and reds, with the occasional white if he needed to make a visual impact, but today, he made sure to wear gold, because Chulainn was wearing it. It served to subtly link them, showing he considered Chulainn 'family'.

"Are we ready?" Arvis asked, scrutinizing both of us. We shared a look and shrug, because we were as ready as we were ever going to be. "All right... let's get this idiocy over with." With those tired words, Arvis knocked on the door.

Almost immediately, two guards wearing the uniform of the Gelben Ritter pushed open the doors, drowning us the light and music from the ballroom. It took a moment to adjust, and I half wished I didn't when I noticed all the people milling about in various colors. I tried to focus on other things as Arvis led the way inside, like the crystal chandeliers twinkling above our heads, but my thoughts had to turn inward to keep as calm as possible. For the first time, I wondered if Father Eirik's insistence on me maintaining my emotions was less because I wanted to be a healer and more because he thought I might need the skill if I ever stepped into the social world. I then threw the thought away, because even if it was the case, what did it matter? He was still a jerk, and good intentions do not mask poor actions. And none of it mattered anyway, because the herald caught sight of us and, well...

"Announcing: Duke Arvis of Velthomer, Lady Alicia of Velthomer, and Sir Chulainn!" I did not know a person could yell so loudly. The acoustics of the room must be amazing, since it kept on echoing, ensuring that if we wanted a silent entrance, it would be impossible.

"Why the 'sir'?" Chulainn grumbled as the echoes slowly died, his expression not so much as twitching. I had to muffle my laugh, and gladly focused on him instead of the crowd. I didn't like the immediate hush, followed by the even faster chittering. "I don't hold a title."

"They originally picked 'Lord'," Arvis replied dryly, adjusting his gloves. He looked around curiously, clearly seeking someone, and gestured to let us know to continue following him. "I figured it was the best compromise."

"Isn't it illegal to impersonate a knight?"

"Technically, the title of 'sir' can simply be a respectful way to address one without social status. It's just less common than 'Master'."

"Did you look this up?"

"Of course."

"I'm so glad you two are getting along," I teased, muffling another laugh. Both of them rolled their eyes, but they exchanged a smile. "Arvis, where are we heading?"

"We need to greet Bloom and Hilda," Arvis explained, navigating through the crowd with ease. He paused only once, when something caught his attention. "Ah, so that's how they solved Dozel, Chalphy, and Yngvi."

"Hmm?"

"Nothing for now. Greetings must come first, lest we're impolite."

He said nothing else, and I knew I would not get anything more. So, the three of us walked in silence until we reached what had to be the center of the ballroom, where Bloom and Hilda stood. Both were dressed in the traditional purple of Friege, and incorporated gems into the clothing. Bloom had a sparkling amethyst on his lapel, and Hilda's dress literally glittered with the tiny purple diamonds embroidered in her skirt. Yet even those sparkles and glittered paled to the smiles on their faces as they greeted everyone who came, and as we approached, I noticed Bloom's smile was just like Tailtiu's.

"Bloom, well met," Arvis greeted, bowing slightly. Bloom immediately focused on him, and the people he had been greeted drifted off without a word. It felt so strange. Per etiquette, nothing Bloom and Arvis did was wrong, but it still felt rude. Arvis could've waited. "Congratulations."

"Duke Arvis, we're glad you could make it!" Bloom replied, bowing in return. His was a little deeper, more than expected for the occasion if I remembered the etiquette lessons correctly. He must truly be honored. "Perhaps the next wedding will be yours?"

"I think my sister will beat me to it." I disagreed. "You met at the Festival of Flowers last year, yes?"

"We did." Bloom turned his attention to me, and bowed just as low for me as he did Arvis. "You do us such an honor by attending, Alicia."

"I thank you for allowing me to come," I replied, letting go of Chulainn so I could curtsey. Arvis and Ruarc gave me a very condensed series of etiquette lessons before we arrived, and I hoped I learned well enough that people would forgive the errors. My teachers may have been satisfied, but I knew better than to listen to Arvis who thought I could do no wrong. "I hope my brother didn't put you two in a troublesome position when he asked if we could accompany him."

"Not at all! We were delighted you wished to attend," Bloom reassured, laughing even. Arvis raised a brow at me, and I only smiled serenely in return. "I do not believe I met your companion last time?"

"No, you didn't." My smile warmed as I looked up at Chulainn. "This is Chulainn." Chulainn bowed in response, choosing against speaking. He'd also suffered through etiquette lessons with me, though he'd had the benefit of learning such things when he was very young. We'd both been surprised by how much he remembered. "Chulainn, this is Bloom. I think you've heard Azelle and Lex talk about him, since they're best friends with his younger sister, Tailtiu."

"And I've heard something about him from Tailtiu. Azelle and Lex praise him greatly in their letters to her." Bloom smiled warmly, and Chulainn blinked a few times in surprise. I couldn't quite bite back my giggle. "Fair warning. Tailtiu is going to talk your ear off with all the questions she has."

"To say nothing of the fit she's going to have when she realizes Bloom and I hid your arrival from her," Hilda laughed, moving over to me so she could lead me a short distance away, unfortunately closer to the gossiping ladies nearby. I was impressed by how easily she moved. Given the number of gems on her dress, it had to be heavy, yet she moved like it weighed nothing at all. "Hello again, Lady Alicia. You're as beautiful as ever."

"You look even more beautiful today than you did at the Festival of Flowers, Hilda," I replied, deciding a compliment deserved another compliment. I stepped a little closer to her so I would not have to speak loudly, and Chulainn silently followed me since Bloom and Arvis were now talking about something else. "Congratulations on your marriage."

"Thank you dearly." Though Hilda laughed, her eyes were narrowed slightly. Did I miss a social cue? "Speaking of beautiful things, your shawl is a wonder." She smiled brightly, yet for some reason, I felt like there was an undercurrent of... something. Nothing about it looked insincere or false, but it felt like the gleam of a knife. "I'm curious as to who made it?"

"Who made it?" I tilted my head, slightly confused. Next to me, Chulainn looked unamused. "I fear I do not know. You'll have to ask Prince Kurth."

"Prince Kurth?"

"Yes, it was a gift from him." For some reason, the ladies nearby started chattering in hushed whispers. "I fear I never asked him. It seems a little rude to ask someone where a gift was made, after all."

"I suppose that is..."

"Pardon me, but I heard my name," a familiar voice suddenly cut in. I barely kept my calm when I turned and saw Prince Kurth had joined us. I hadn't known he would be here; why was he not on the front? Were they trying to bait their enemies into complacency again? "What is it?" he asked, smiling kindly.

I smiled back without thinking. "Hilda was complimenting the shawl you gave me," I explained, beaming even. I hadn't expected to see him, and I... I certainly didn't expect to be this happy I got the opportunity. "She asked who made it."

"Hmm? Oh, that would be Philomela." That was all he said, but the whispers around us grew loud enough that I couldn't ignore them as easily as I usually did. I caught snatches of 'the finest seamstress in Belhalla' and 'people wait for years to get a commission from her'. "She made the other one I gave you as well." Well, now the gossip was blatant. I couldn't ignore their whispers if I tried.

But I did try. "I hope you didn't cause trouble for her, if she's so busy."

"Philomela is an old friend, and squealed in delight when I came to her for a commission for the first time in almost twenty years." He smiled charmingly, but I frowned suspiciously since I was reminded of how Arvis would try to get out of a lecture. "I promise I gave her plenty of time, and a very hefty bonus." While that was nice to hear, I remained suspicious, especially since he immediately returned his attention to Hilda, whose bright smile looked a little stiff now. "If you're interested, Hilda, I can put in a good word for you. Consider it a wedding present."

"You're too kind, Prince Kurth," Hilda murmured, curtseying politely. Should... should I have done that? I probably should have, but it felt strange to curtsey to him. "Ah, but I've spent too long here."

"Please do not tarry on my account, Hilda," Prince Kurth reassured. He seemed amused, for some reason. "I must apologize for cutting into your greeting. I did not expect to see Alicia and my enthusiasm got the better of me."

"There is nothing to forgive, Prince Kurth." Everything about Hilda was the picture of elegance. "Alicia, let's speak more later?" Yet when she left, I felt like she was running away.

"You'd think she'd be more subtle, but I suppose she is still young." It was an impression helped by Prince Kurth's comment, and Chulainn's chuckle. "And she's not sure what to do against someone without a dagger in the roses."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, frowning now in confusion. But Prince Kurth only smiled and shook his head. "I hope I wasn't rude to her." But even as I wondered if I should follow her, I realized something even more important to me. I refused to figure out why it was important, but it was. "Ah, but speaking of... I mean..." I took a breath to recenter myself and then gestured to Chulainn. "Prince Kurth, you've probably already guessed, but this is Chulainn." I didn't think I would be able to introduce them so soon, and I was both nervous and excited that I could.

"A pleasure to finally put a face to the name, and to make your acquaintance, Chulainn," Prince Kurth replied, his smile softening into something warm. I couldn't help but beam again in response. Yes, I was happy. I was beyond happy, even. It was the happiest I'd been since leaving the others in Agustria. "Alicia has mentioned you many times in her letters."

"Oh?" Chulainn replied, his expression calm for a second. It didn't take long for a boyish smile to crack onto his face. "You wrote about me, Alicia?"

"Perhaps," I replied archly, feigning coyness. I didn't know why he asked; he had to already know. "I write about many things in my letters."

"Was it meant to be a secret?" Prince Kurth asked, pretending to be sheepish. His eyes danced too much. "It seems I must apologize anew."

"He's just trying to tease me. Don't pay him any mind."

"But that will be difficult, since I've wanted to meet him for some time." Prince Kurth laughed, unable to help it, and I joined in. Chulainn looked between the two of us curiously, a soft smile on his face. "Ah, speaking of those who have wanted to meet people for a while..." He looked behind him and waved someone forward. "Byron, quit being an awkward old man and join us."

"I cannot quit being myself, Prince Kurth," someone grumbled, coming over. I honestly might not have recognized him if not for the name and a vague memory of seeing him with Duke Ring in the distance. Duke Byron's features were harsher than both of his children; they must have taken after their mother. "So, you're the Alicia I hear so much about." He also had a gruffness to him neither of his children had, but the kindness in his eyes made it easy to see he was their father. "Well met. Thank you again for keeping my stubborn children alive."

"I believe you've written such before, Duke Byron," I replied, wondering how to react. Of all things, I did not expect to ever meet him. "It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance."

"There's no need to stand on formalities, particularly the title. If I'm not reading about you in letters, and I'd dare say it's every letter since my children like writing books for missives and tell me everything, then I'm hearing Prince Kurth talk my ear off about you because of how proud he is." Duke Byron said the words dryly, and Prince Kurth coughed to try and hide his embarrassment. I was surprised he talked about me to his friend and was more than a little pleased to hear it. "Besides, you're too good of a friend to my children to stand it, and I knew your mother."

"Did you?"

"She sometimes entrusted Cigyun's letters to me, when she could not reach Prince Kurth safely." That implied a great deal of trust. So, why did my mother not entrust me to him? "But there's no need to bring up the past at a wedding. How is Deirdre doing?"

"She was well, last I saw. She and Sigurd keep insisting I find a name for a girl." At this rate, I was going to pick something sensible like 'Julia'. "They've commissioned a cradle, but are waiting for a full nursery until we know exactly where we end up."

"Right, because my son has the same love affair with trouble that my wife did." Du... Byron grumbled a curse under his breath. "Who'd have thought that was hereditary?"

"Her trouble was the only reason you had anything of a social life when we were younger, Byron," Prince Kurth teased, not hiding his laughter at all. Byron rolled his eyes. "I'm sure the gossips will enjoy chatting about how you attended this wedding, but not your own son's."

"I wouldn't have attended this one if Sigurd could keep away from trouble and fulfill Chalphy's social obligations," Byron retorted, visibly irritated. I thought of how social Sigurd and Ethlyn were and decided they had gotten that from their mother too. "But we already knew either Ring or me would have to leave. The world will end before Reptor misses his child's wedding, and you're always careful to keep our factions even, despite opposing them." Was this why Prince Kurth had visited with Lombard and Ring at the Festival of Flowers? "But leaving Lombard and me alone is a recipe for disaster. He hates me more than he hates even you."

"And you would not cry off even for duty, because we must appear united for the people's peace of mind. Yes, yes, my friend. But this isn't a topic to discuss at a wedding."

"You're the one who brought it up to start with."

"He has a point there, Prince Kurth," I teased, unable to help it. Prince Kurth only sighed, while Byron looked smug. "Regardless, I wish Arvis had warned me he saw you, since he said something about Chalphy, Dozel, and Yngvi." Speaking of my brother, I looked through the crowd to see where he went. He no longer chatted with Bloom. Instead, he discussed something with Claud on the other side of the room. "Byron clearly came as Chalphy's representative."

"To his very vocal discomfort," Prince Kurth drawled, throwing a barb at his best friend. Byron only rolled his eyes. "But yes, and Ring sent Andrey along for Yngvi's representative. As for Dozel..." Prince Kurth pointed to the bear of a man now laughing heartily with Bloom. "That is Danann, Lombard's eldest."

"Oh?" I studied him closely, noticing something instantly. "He doesn't look like Lex?" I glanced up at Chulainn to confirm, and he nodded. One would never have guessed the two were related.

"Lex takes after his mother, except for stubbornness. And intelligence. Lex may like to hide it, but he's every bit as intelligent as his father."

"What a shame Danann didn't inherit the same," Byron muttered. Prince Kurth frowned at him, but Byron shook his head. "I can only say he's not as bad as Chagall. Yet." Oh my, that was a low standard. "That is all the tact I have."

"Funny how he's being used as the lowest standard," Chulainn noted, his attention returning to Danann and Bloom. He frowned, irritated for some reason, but he kept his focus on Byron and Prince Kurth. "Then again, I suppose imprisoning the one person who vowed to be loyal and plans on keeping said vow is the height of idiocy."

"He's damn lucky. Eldigan would be well within rights to demand compensation, but he won't for Agustria's sake." Byron scowled, and Chulainn shot a glower back towards Danann and Bloom. "Is something wrong?"

"No, it's nothing." So he said, but I saw how tensely he was holding himself. Deciding it must have something to do with Danann and Bloom's conversation, I took a step back and strained my ears so I could try to listen in. It wasn't hard.

"Just ridiculous," Danann was saying, at a volume that anyone near could hear if they weren't distracted. Poor Chulainn was stuck hearing it anyway. "It seems like so much fuss over an arrow." He kept talking, despite the immediate discomfort on Bloom's face. "Agustrians must be weak." Bloom's discomfort became more obvious, and I went cold at the words. What was he...? Surely he was not...?

"Pardon me?" I began, abandoning my group to join theirs. Bloom and Danann both seemed surprised, but I didn't care. "I could not help but overhear, given how your voice carries." I smiled serenely, as serene as Father Eirik always taught, but the fire in my blood had turned to frozen flames, so I had no idea how calm it truly appeared. "But I fear I may have still misheard." No, I didn't 'fear' it; I hoped for it. Then the ice would thaw, and I'd only be embarrassed. "But given you mentioned a 'single arrows', are you speaking of what happened to Ares?" That was the only incident I knew which would both be in gossip and connected to Agustria.

"Well, yes," Danann replied, stupidly honest. Bloom subtly stepped back and moved closer to me, as if trying to distance himself. "I understand the retaliation, but the kid was just hit by an arrow. Why make so much of a ruckus?"

"So, you are asking how dangerous an arrow is."

"Yes? It's just an-"

"I understand you have a distorted view of the deadliness of physical weaponry, given you are the Nal Major of our generation. During the Siege of Nordion, Lex endured ten arrows while holding the defensive line, and would have endured more if King Jamke had not insisted he go to a healer." I spoke calmly and coolly, never raising my voice beyond a conversational tone. Danann, however, scowled at the mention of his younger brother. "So, let me ask... have you ever cut out an arrow from someone's eye?"

"What?"

"Have you ever cut out an arrow from someone's eye socket, and reached inside to pull out the remains of their eye so you could stitch the wound shut? Have you treated an infection from mud buried deep because the archer stuck their arrow into the dirt before firing in hopes of creating a festering wound? Have you seen someone choke on their own blood due to an arrow through their throat? Have you ever dug into a patient's wound for the arrowhead because they foolishly ripped the arrow out and you must find it before it generates an abscess? Have you ever had to pull an arrow out of a broken bone, bracing against the bed so you could apply enough force?" With each scenario I listed off, each one I had experienced, I felt myself grow colder and colder. But I kept my tone even. "Have you ever cut an arrow out of a child, not even two years old, while his mother his cradled him in her arms, and desperately hoped he would not die in them?"

"That-"

"I have." It was rude to not let him speak, but I feared the ice had frozen my manners. "Truly, Danann, if you were going to be so tactless as to speak of such things at a wedding, you might wish to not so blatantly announce your ignorance." Ignoring his rapidly reddening face, I turned and curtseyed deeply to Bloom. "I must again apologize for interrupting your conversation, Bloom. Now that I have answered Danann's question, I will take my leave."

I stepped away, not bothering to get a reply. No, I was too livid under the ice in my blood and expression to converse. Out of the corner of my eye, though, I thought I saw Danann reach for me, and Bloom attempting to intercept.

That was when Chulainn appeared at my side and wrapped a protective arm around my waist. "Let's step outside before you freeze the room, Alicia," he murmured, a playful note to his voice. But his eyes were as cold as mine as he looked at Danann impassively over his shoulder. For a second, I thought his eyes even glowed, but it must have been the lighting. It wasn't as if I'd gotten a good look; I was distracted by how Danann reeled back. "I am not in a mood to see if his joints break as easily as the joints of someone without Nal's blood. Though I suppose it could make good research material for Azelle."

"Don't do that at a wedding," I scolded, feeling a little warmer now that he was near. But without the ice freezing my blood, I was mortified. It did not help the room was so silent. Had it been that way the entire time? I'd tried to keep my voice quiet so no one could hear, but it was near impossible. "It's bad enough he spoke of war at what should be a happy occasion."

"Perhaps he's foolish enough to find war happy."

"Not even a fool is that stupid, once they've seen battle." I shouldn't have gotten involved at all. I would have to apologize again to Bloom and Hilda. "I am sorry. I could not bite my tongue."

"Why would you? Everything about it was distasteful. That he asks shows how little he knows of fighting, and how little he emphasizes with others." Oh, he was mad. He wasn't bothering to keep his voice down. "And you are the one who saved Ares while dying from poison yourself."

"It wasn't killing me that quickly. It was killing Ares faster." I replied without thinking, and only realized what he was doing when I noticed the surge of chittering and chattering. This was the same trick he pulled way back before Deirdre and Sigurd's wedding. "Chulainn!"

"Feeling better?"

"Well, now I'm exasperated with a certain someone!"

"Let me play. It'll keep me from hunting him. I'm still tempted."

"No hunts during a wedding, unless the bride or groom ask." I paused. "Wait, why would you even want to?"

"Turns out I share my father's temper. Though, it would be a very different sort of hunt than what was done in Mackily." What did he mean by that? I almost asked, but I saw the glint in his eyes. There was something wild to him, and this time was much colder than the others I'd seen. "Damn, I need a distraction. My usual ways of calming down aren't working." Oh. This was more than 'mad'. He was about to lose his temper.

"Is that so?" So, I went with the first thing I thought of and leaned up to kiss his cheek. The people around us gasped, averted their gazes, giggled, or some combination of the three. But Chulainn's expression immediately blanked, and that was what I cared about. "Did that work?"

"Menace."

"People are going to think that's a pet name with how many times you call me that." I giggled, delighted, and he sighed heavily. "But did it?"

"Yes, you are terribly distracting. Note to self: next time the usual tricks don't work, I should just think of you."

"You mean you don't already think of me at every hour of every day? Did the books lie to me?"

"Are we going to play this game? Because I know damn well what's in your head most days, and that's medicines and Deirdre. In that order."

"I think of you more than I do Deirdre."

"But I'm right on the medicines."

"That's not what I said."

Back and forth we went, the gentle rhythm calming both of us down as Chulainn skillfully led us through the crowd. Eventually, we came upon a balcony, and I breathed a sigh of relief at how wonderfully quiet it was outside. Even the music was muffled here, like we were in another world entirely. It was a little chilly, but my shawl kept me warm, and most importantly, there was no one else here. It was perfect.

However, by then I'd calmed enough to find yet another thing to be ashamed about. "Say, Chulainn?" I began, clasping my hands in front of me to keep from fiddling with my fingers. I couldn't explain why I was so nervous, but I was. "Was Prince Kurth mad?" I abandoned them because I could not hold my temper. I swore I once had impulse control.

"Kurth was busy convincing Byron to not go over and punch him," Chulainn informed me dryly. He smiled faintly at my skeptical look. "Ares is his 'not-grandson', Alicia. He's very close to Eldigan and Quan."

"A fistfight breaking out between the heir of one Crusader house and the lord of another would be problematic even if it was not at the wedding of a third." It was bad enough I got involved. I could already imagine the gossip, since it involved three heirs.

"That's exactly what Kurth said." I was glad someone had sense, because clearly, I didn't. "When I excused myself, the two were content in watching the show. I think they went to talk with Arvis and Claud afterwards."

"I see." I would need to apologize to Arvis too. It couldn't be good for Velthomer's standing. "Oh, goodness, I should apologize to Danann later."

"Why do we want to apologize to him?"

"I shouldn't have made a big spectacle of it." I crossed my arms carefully, so I didn't dislodge the ribbons on my shawl. "I could have been quieter about it."

"Judging by the crowd, people were not surprised." That only made me feel worse. "And I think it's telling no one went to defend him."

"Chulainn."

"Not making you feel better. Understood." Though he sighed, he smiled gently as he brushed his fingers across my cheek. "Well, your kindness is one of the many things I like about you."

"But it is not the thing you find most attractive." Feeling a little better, I stepped closer and tilted my head up towards him. "What was it again?"

"Intelligence, and you do not need to bait me." He leaned in, words ghosting my face. "I'll tell you whenever you want."

"So, what do I have to say to get a kiss?"

"That would be-" His eyes flicked to the side, something catching his attention. "Depends. You want an audience or not?"

"Pardon?"

"Alicia~!" That was my only warning before a storm tackled me. It took me a few blinks to realize it was Tailtiu. "There you are!" she giggled, beaming up at me. I gave Chulainn a dirty look over her head, wishing he'd warned me a little more clearly, and did my best to mask my disappointment in not getting a kiss. "Why did you disappear?"

"Chulainn thought we could use some fresh air," I replied, going with the simplest explanation. It seemed easiest, especially when I looked up and saw an older man had accompanied her. The resemblance to Bloom made it all too clear who this was. "Good evening, Duke Reptor."

"Father, you didn't have to follow me!" Tailtiu twisted to stick her tongue at him, still holding onto my waist. "I told you where I was going!"

"But how could I miss the chance to see your smile, when you have been so despondent since Azelle joined Lex for the war in Agustria," Duke Reptor answered, with a warm chuckle and warmer smile. All I could think was how the man who smiled like this to his child was also the one who sent assassins to kill someone else's child. "Well met, Lady Alicia. As you surmised, I am Duke Reptor. I am honored and grateful you attended my eldest's wedding."

"Yes, yes, honored and grateful," Tailtiu repeated, sounding almost annoyed by the formality. She then focused on Chulainn. "This is Chulainn, right?" She let go of me and latched onto Chulainn's arm with sparkling eyes and bright laughter. Chulainn's eyes widened, having no idea what to do with the storm that was Tailtiu. "Finally! I've heard so much from Azelle and Lex and Alicia! Did you really destroy Lex in a match? He keeps complaining about how he must 'redeem' himself, but you never spar with him!"

"I did not 'destroy'?" Chulainn replied, his tone holding some confusion. That told me just as frazzled he actually was. "I did defeat him, but he relies too much on his defensive blessing and even those with Holy Blood grow tired." This ignored how Chulainn also had the stamina boost Holy Blood bestowed.

"Wait, so battle of attrition?"

"Yes?"

"It seems they'll be a moment," Duke Reptor chuckled, amused by his daughter's energy. I didn't like the mild distaste on his face when he looked at Chulainn, though. "I see Velthomer continues the tradition of looking outside for spouses."

"Well, where else would I find a spouse? Are you suggesting I marry myself?" I asked, keeping my expression serene. Internally, I was aghast he said this to my face. "I fear I do not have such a love affair with my own ego."

"You might have sought to bolster your lineage."

"Why? I am a direct descendent of Fjalar, the Firestorm Sorceress, and blessed by Salamander of Flames. What fault could there possibly be to my lineage?" I made sure to smile. "I suppose I should consult Arvis and Prince Kurth about any blemish on my mother's line?"

"There's no need for that." Well, he was quick to change his tune when I brought them up. Then again, Arvis made it clear how much he adored my mother, and Prince Kurth still counted her as one of his closest friends. "It was merely advice. You could have won many favors by taking advantage of how valued Holy Blood is. It's clear from today how much influence you wield." What a shame I didn't care about such things.

"I think the only thing clear today is I'm nosy and interject when I shouldn't." I needed away from this subject; I had little doubts Chulainn could hear all of it despite Tailtiu cheerful chatter. "I should apologize for the scene I caused with Danann."

"Please, there's no need." I would argue- "I can't wait to tell Lombard his eldest was verbally eviscerated by the Lady of Velthomer. He needs a good laugh." He shrugged off my confused look. "Lombard is not fond of his eldest, Lady Alicia. It is hard to endure constant disappointment, after all. And now that Brian, his grandson, has inherited Major Nal, Danann has done the only duty he needed." Oh, I did not need to hear any of this. Everything about it was wrong. "His exact words were 'if Danann does anything stupid as I know he will, please do not bother to save him unless it will ruin the wedding.'"

"I can see why Lex ran away." I spoke calmly, but coldly. I may be annoyed and irritated with Danann still, but… "If he is so focused on the 'disappointment' and does nothing to guide his son, then he must be stuck in his ways, refusing to change for anything." I held Reptor's gaze, smiling as politely as Father Eirik. My blood was frozen again, and so quickly. I needed to stay away from these people, clearly. "It must have been suffocating, living in a place like that." What I hated most about this, however, was how easily Reptor said the words. His expression and posture were both relaxed. It made me fear he agreed. If a child was a 'disappointment', then this sort of treatment was 'natural'.

Reptor was known for caring a great deal about his children, but did he only love them because they were not 'disappointments'? What would he do if they did something he didn't approve of?

"You'll understand when you have children," Reptor replied, sounding as if he thought me silly.

My retort was equally quick, "No, I don't think I will." And I think I'd prefer speaking with Lombard again than continue speaking with him. Lombard just made me mad. "So perhaps we should agree to disagree." Reptor made me uneasy and mad. "Just as we disagree on assassins."

He twitched at that, only noticeable because I'd been looking for it. "I do not believe we've ever discussed the subject."

"Do we need to?" I kept the polite smile, healer-mask frozen in place. "I can't imagine that is a proper subject for a wedding. I merely brought it up as an example." And if looks could kill, the glare Reptor gave me then would've sent me straight to Neit's realm. "I'm a healer, after all. I tend to disagree with any action which causes harm to another."

"How naive."

"Yes, I am." I kept the smile; he kept the glare. "But naive as it may be, I still believe it is better than simply accepting the world is a mess and not doing anything to change it."

"Tch... so, you think the weeds need to be plucked like Arvis?"

"Why would I think that?" And where did he get that from anyway? Maybe he was remembering a recent conversation with my brother? "Weeds are merely plants growing in the 'wrong place'. Many are quite useful. Dandelions, for instance, are quite nutritious and their roots are good for digestion."

"Why are we talking about weeds?" Tailtiu suddenly asked, swinging to my side. I hoped to everything she didn't overhear what Reptor and I had been talking about, but her smile hinted she didn't. "Well, whatever. Father, come on!" She laughed, not waiting for an answer, and took her father's arm to drag him inside. Reptor was still glaring at me. "The dancing is about to start, and I haven't danced with you in forever!" Only then did he turn away to smile at Tailtiu. "Alicia, I'll talk to you later!"

I waved as the two departed, fixing a smile on my face. As soon as the crowd swallowed them up, however, I turned to ask Chulainn, "what did end up happening to that assassin?" I hadn't heard a single thing since we left Evans, and I didn't think it was only because of the chaos.

"Per Ayra, he bashed his head against the wall until he died, shortly after we learned Eldigan was imprisoned," Chulainn answered quietly. I wasn't surprised he knew. "From what she and Deirdre told me, they're certain Prince Kurth's suspicion was correct, though they didn't elaborate on why. However, a lack of physical evidence means no direct accusations can be made. The current political climate is too unstable for anything less."

"I see." So, we knew but could not prove it. Was this what Arvis faced every day? It was no wonder he grew ever more frustrated with everything. "Well, I hope I didn't inspire him to send more. He certainly does not share Tailtiu's affection for me."

"Given that glare, I'll be surprised if we made it back without at least one attack." He sighed, but shrugged. "But I suppose it's part of my job."

"I'd apologize, but..."

"I truly can't decide if he was trying to antagonize you, or he just knew so little about you that he thought you'd respond well to any of that." He tilted his head then. "And we're about to have another guest."

"Can't we be alone for five seconds?" I wanted that kiss from before. Still, I made sure to plaster the smile on my face again as someone joined us. "Prince Kurth?" Oh, well, my smile was much more 'real' now.

"Ah, this is where you two hid," Prince Kurth commented, regarding us carefully. After a moment of studying, he looked concerned. "What happened? Did anyone bother you?"

"No, why would they?" I asked in return, careful to keep my tone even. He only frowned suspiciously. "What?"

"I can think of many people who would, and just as many reasons." He shook his head. "If you'd rather not tell me, it's fine. But if I can assist..."

"It's truly nothing. It's only..." Oh, I might as well admit it. I had a feeling he'd learn about it anyway. "I may or may not have angered Duke Reptor and he may or may not want to kill me?"

"Did you? That was fast." He didn't sound surprised. "I figured it would take two conversations."

"You figured he'd hate me enough to want me dead?"

"Oh, it'll be fine. He hasn't killed me yet, and I annoy him by existing." He grinned reassuringly, and I laughed softly without thinking. "But yes, I knew he wouldn't. He barely tolerates Arvis and Azelle, and honestly only does because Tailtiu adores them so much. If someone isn't highborn, isn't legitimate, or refuses to give him what he deems 'proper respect', he automatically hates them."

"I suppose disagreeing with him doesn't count as 'proper respect'." I was quite out of luck, then, being a bastard child as well.

"Indeed, and given how you have little qualms lecturing even Lombard, I knew Reptor wouldn't like you."

"...I don't think I 'lectured' Lombard in the one conversation we had?" Wait, that wasn't important. "How would you know?"

"Lombard values audacity and conviction. So, he likes you, and has said as much." How did that happen?

"Well, it's nice to hear I've won over one of your political rivals." He laughed at that. "Regardless, you were looking for us?"

"Yes." Prince Kurth smiled a little shyly. "I was hoping to have a dance, Alicia, if neither of you mind."

"Prince Kurth, my dancing hasn't exactly improved since last time." But I smiled, because if I had to be honest, I was expecting him to ask. "Chulainn, will you behave?"

"I'm not the one sassing dukes," Chulainn pointed out dryly. I refused to admit he had a point. "And it's not like I know these dances. You need not worry about 'stealing' the first one, Kurth. I'll meet you back here when you're done, Alicia."

"I'll see you then," I replied, beaming at him. Then I took Prince Kurth's arm and let him lead me inside. "What did he mean by 'stealing'?"

"Typically, one first dances with their partner, and only then seeks others," Prince Kurth explained, sounding almost shy. But there was a question hiding in the tone: 'How would Chulainn know?' He must have expected to have to explain it to Chulainn.

I pretended I didn't hear it. "Does this mean I can get away with only dancing with you and perhaps Arvis? I know he's going to ask."

"Yes, and I will drop you off near him as I did last time."

"I'd appreciate it."

My dancing was as deplorable as ever, but Prince Kurth smiled the entire time and helped fix any of my mistakes. Then, once the song ended, he did exactly as he said he would and ensured Arvis was near when he stepped away. Just as I predicted, Arvis quickly seized the opportunity to ask for his own dance, and like Prince Kurth, he smiled the entire time despite my lack of skill.

"The more I dance, the less I like it," I muttered, keeping a surreptitious eye on my feet. I'd rather not step on his toes, even if I still refused heels. "It's much too complicated."

"Says the one who has over a hundred medicinal recipes memorized, right down to her own flourishes," Arvis teased, chuckling softly. I tried to not pay attention to how many people were 'subtly' watching us. They did it during my dance with Prince Kurth too. "My, they're gawking more than usual. I suppose my penchant for avoiding dancing is causing problems."

"Are we certain it's not my poor dancing skills making them gape in horror?"

"You're doing fine, and you can stand on my feet if you want. It would make it easier for you."

"We can't hide that, and I'm not giving them more to talk about tonight." I needed to try and ignore them. What would be a good distraction? ...Ah. "I should apologize for earlier."

"Earlier?"

"I caused quite the scene?"

"Oh, with Danann." He shrugged, unbothered. "Andrey was hunting for a bow to give him a direct demonstration of just how dangerous an arrow could be. Claud was frowning heavily and if you didn't give a lecture on the healer's side, he would've. Byron only didn't break his bones because Prince Kurth held him back. Reptor was blatantly watching, passively giving his approval to whatever was done. Bloom very quickly moved over to your side as another show of approval."

"That..." Still, I frowned. "You cannot tell me it won't cause trouble for your heir to blatantly argue with the heir of another Crusader House."

"It's no worse than what's done between the lords." He may have a point. "Besides, your reaction was the least bloody. I was ready to throw fire, especially when he reached out to grab you."

"Arvis, if you're violently protective, people will make comparisons to our father." The words were cruel, and his smile faltered, but I knew they were needed. "They won't care you were only protecting me. They'll seize any excuse to drag you into the mud, and I refuse to be the reason why. That's why I hid for so long, remember?" I kept my voice gentle, though, trying to ease the sting. "You need to curb that tendency of yours. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

"Says the only person I've ever heard of being taken hostage four times. And was shot with a poisoned arrow."

"Yet here I am, standing in front of you, whole and hale. Though, I maintain dancing is a form of torture." I purposely made my voice light then, and he chuckled. "Trust in me a little more, will you? I am your sister."

"I will try." That was the best I was getting. "However, in revenge..." He spun me suddenly, completely knocking me off the rhythm. "You need to learn to improvise!"

"Arvis! You are such a child sometimes!" Look at how many people were staring thanks to him! I'd swear it was the entire room! "And you're far less adaptable than me!"

He only laughed in response, despite my attempts to scold, and so I sighed and let him have his fun. When the dance ended, I escaped back to Chulainn on the balcony, and there we hid for the rest of the night. How was I enduring three more days of this?

---

Day two of the wedding festivities was fairly 'mild', as a way of letting people recover from the ball the night before. As a 'young noblewoman', which I gathered meant I was between the ages of sixteen and twenty-five, I was to attend the 'Ladies' Tea', hosted by Hilda herself. I thought this meant I would have an easy morning, and easier day. However...

"Master Chulainn, is this the shawl?"

"Yes, Cathleen, that's the one I suggested. Kurth gave it to her."

"Oh, good, because it's the best of her Grannvalian shawls. It suits her so well; Prince Kurth has refined tastes. Ah, but don't go with those hair ornaments, Master Chulainn. The next pile over would suit this and the dress I have in mind better."

"These ones, Cathleen? Hmm... do we have more of these pins?"

"There some in the drawer."

"All right, I have to ask," I finally interrupted, giving Chulainn and Cathleen the drollest look I could. The two had been going back and forth since we woke up, and there was almost so much I could take, watching them from the doorway as I was. "Are you two bonding over getting me ready for the day?"

"Master Chulainn is quite knowledgeable about these things," Cathleen chirped, beaming. Chulainn shrugged in response. "So, don't worry, my lady. We'll prep you for war!" But I wasn't going to war? I was going to a tea party? "Besides, my lady, you're the highest ranked noblewoman in Grannvale. You must show off a little."

"I am n..." As per usual, I instinctively tried to protest. But, when I thought about it, I realized...

The hierarchy is Grannvale was... like all hierarchies, it was complicated, but the basics were simple. At the very top, you had the royal family. That block was further divided into the King, the Queen, the Heir, and 'other royals'. If King Azmur had siblings, they would have fallen into the next 'block', with a similar internal structure. Below them were the Crusader Houses: Reigning Lord, Reigning Spouse, Heir, Heir's Spouse, and others of Crusader descendant. Below that were the other nobles, with complications as one considered branch families of Crusaders.

As a direct descendent of a Crusader House, I was automatically in that 'third' block. As Arvis's (technical) heir, I was of the same 'rank' as the other heirs, such as Sigurd and Bloom, and it put me higher in the hierarchy than either of their spouses. It also meant I outranked all non-heir descendants, such as Edain or Lex. Since the only other female heir to a Crusader House, Brigid, was missing, I was the only woman in such a 'lofty' position.

But then there were those above me in the hierarchy. King Azmur's wife died when Prince Kurth was young, and Prince Kurth was, of course, unmarried. Aside from the Tahra line, which had been removed from inheritance, there were no other known members of the royal family. Out of the current reigning lords… well, two were unmarried (Arvis and Claud). The rest were widowers. There… there truly weren't any noblewomen higher than me.

"Arvis needs to hurry up and marry," I muttered once I realized Cathleen was terrifyingly correct. Cathleen laughed and returned to whatever she was doing. I think she was smoothing out my shawl. "Then I can drop down to the same rank as Tailtiu and Ethnia."

"Wouldn't you still be above them, since you're the sister of the reigning duke?" Chulainn asked, carefully putting aside his chosen hair ornaments. I felt like I was prepping for an emergency surgery and didn't like it. "Azelle would be the only one of the same rank currently."

"Can we discuss my surprisingly high status later?" I sighed heavily, not liking any of this. "I still don't get why you two are bonding over it."

"That would be because Master Chulainn is handling your hair," Cathleen 'explained', fussing over the dress she'd picked out now that the shawl passed inspection. I didn't think it was an actual explanation. "I was originally going to let you wear whatever you wished, my lady, but if someone is foolish enough to come at you with their claws out, they only have themselves to blame when they're mauled in return."

"Cathleen, what in Jugdral are you talking about?" I asked, genuinely confused. She gave me the most indulgent smile in the world. "You should know I don't hurt people."

"Metaphorically, my lady."

"I don't see how I would do that either."

"You don't have to worry about it, my lady. You're wonderfully charming on your own."

"You sound like Deirdre right now."

"It sounds like Lady Deirdre has very clear sight." I'd never heard such an ominous giggle, especially from someone as cheerful as Cathleen. "Relax, my lady. I'm simply making sure you shine bright enough that no one can hope to match even your shadow."

"Cathleen, I will remind you that I like my quiet."

"You'll never have quiet again, my lady. So, you might as well show them you don't give a single damn about what they think, because you walk your path with your head high." Her smile was sincere and proud, and I was almost confused enough by it to forget what we were talking about in the first place. "Come over here, my lady. Let me help you with your dress."

Unable to think of how to respond, I instead listened obediently and got dressed in one of my fancier Grannvalian dresses. When my outfit was 'completed', Chulainn braided my hair in what Cathleen dubbed a 'double waterfall braid', with small snowdrop-shaped pins inserted to appear like they'd been woven in. I think. Honestly, I just let her ramble as she gave me my 'finishing touches', such as perfume. As far as I was concerned, if Chulainn was happy with my hair, I was satisfied.

The Ladies' Party was held in the 'innermost gardens', a secluded area of Friege's gardens accessible only to family and those they invited. While it was a show of trust, and a show of how Hilda was now 'family', it reminded me of Clement's invitation and made me uneasy. As such, Chulainn escorted me and made a point to kiss my cheek reassuringly before heading off to his own social torture of the day. Just as Hilda was hosting the Ladies' Party, Bloom was hosting a 'Gentlemen's Party', for noblemen (and 'noble by association' in the case of Chulainn) of the same age range. It felt like it would be more efficient for them to host them together, but based on Arvis's complaints last night, theirs would involve more alcohol than ours.

I wished I could be there to support him, since I knew how nervy he was around alcohol, but I couldn't. I had to do my own duty, and that meant walking into the inner gardens with my head held high and my healer-mask firmly in place.

"Alicia!" Tailtiu's cheerful call heralded my arrival, and almost everyone whipped around to look at me. "There you are!" she giggled, rushing over. Surprisingly, Ethnia trailed after her. "I worried you'd gotten lost."

"Oh, goodness, am I late?" I asked, even though I was reasonably certain I was still early. Perhaps there was an unspoken rule about arriving early. "I'm sorry, Tailtiu. I told Chulainn he was taking too long with my hair."

"Chulainn?" Her eyes widened and she ducked behind me so she could stare at the braids. "Wait, Chulainn braided that?"

"Yes?" Oh, what social convention did I break this time? "He braided my hair last night as well."

"So pretty..." Ethnia breathed, joining her older sister behind me. It wasn't long before some of the other ladies wandered over to admire Chulainn's work. "You're very brave, Lady Alicia. Most noblewomen wouldn't let their lovers handle their hair. Too clumsy."

"Chulainn is anything but clumsy," I replied, not knowing what to say. To me, it was obvious. I didn't care, and he enjoyed it. What was so brave about letting him? "I usually let him do what he wants."

"I'm surprised he knows so much about braiding. Most noblemen don't. Bloom only knows the basics because Tailtiu pestered him."

"Well, as he likes to remind people, he's not a noble." How was I supposed to answer? I couldn't just blurt out he was a former Isaachian noble with Od Blood. "I'm surprised Bloom doesn't know, given the Thrud Blood."

"Oh, he's skilled. But he didn't want to learn. There was no point." Right, most Grannvalian lords wore their hair too short for any sort of styling and braids. "He only yielded to Tailtiu's relentless requests because he realized she wanted an excuse to spend time with him." Tailtiu squawked a protest at that, her face coloring, but unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to respond.

"Lady Alicia?" One of the other ladies walked up then, a woman who I did not know and hoped I could continue not knowing. "The shawl you're wearing today..." she began, eyeing it with wonder. Though she was the one speaking, the way the other ladies' conversation died hinted she was the 'sacrificial lamb' chosen to ask the question on their collective mind.I wished they hadn't been so rude as to interrupt the conversation. Poor Ethnia had shied away. "Is it also from Prince Kurth?"

"It is, yes," I answered, seeing no harm in telling them. But maybe I shouldn't have, given how quickly those around us started tittering. "He gifted it to me for my twentieth birthday."

"A shawl from Philomela for your twentieth... he must cherish you." That was... I didn't know how to respond. I didn't.

"I would be happy if so." So, I said the first thing that came to mind. Everything else was a tangled mess, a knot I did not want to untangle, but that much was true, at least. "Regardless, Tailtiu's comment made me wonder if I was late."

"No, no, she's just been eagerly anticipating your arrival." The woman laughed softly. "Lady Hilda has not joined us yet, though I imagine it will be soon."

"Yes, you were actually told a later time compared to the others, so your arrival would be just before Hilda came," Ethnia quietly informed me, smiling shyly. I tilted my head slightly, confused. "It's only proper. The higher your rank, the later you arrive. It's considered rude to have high-ranked noblewomen wait." Yet the 'lesser' noblewomen were forced to do so? That made no sense to me, but no one seemed bothered by it. "So, we should be hearing Hilda any-"

"Good morning, darlings!" Hilda's warm greeting announced her arrival, and I breathed a sigh of relief when everyone turned their attention to her so they could surround her in cheerful congratulations. "Thank you all for coming," she continued, her smile as warm as flames. But her eyes were slightly narrowed, like she was annoyed about something. "I hope you were not bored."

"No, we talked with Alicia while we waited," Tailtiu cheerfully reassured, taking Hilda's arm. Hilda's eyes narrowed a little further, and this time I was certain. She was annoyed, and it had something to do with me. "You should've got here sooner!"

"The hostess must always arrive last, Tailtiu. You know this."

"Bleh, etiquette."

That sparked laughter and it wasn't long before Hilda deftly herded everyone to the tea party itself. There were several tables set up, each with five chairs and name cards to indicate who would sit where. While I'd hoped my chair would be in an out of the way corner, it wasn't. Unfortunately, I was seated across from Hilda herself, between Tailtiu and Ethnia. The fifth member of our table was a noblewoman who looked vaguely familiar for some reason, in a distant sort of way. I smiled at her in greeting, and she surprisingly beamed in response.

"I do not believe you two have met, have you?" Hilda commented as she set up the tea. I clasped my hands in my lap to keep from volunteering. "Lady Alicia, this is Aelia. She's Andrei's fiancé."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Alicia," Aelia chirped, smiling sweetly. So, I must have seen her in Yngvi a few times. "I must say; I was surprised to see you here. Though many send their invitations, you never attend."

"Oh? Well, given recent events, I fear socializing hasn't been my priority," I replied with a shrug. Unless someone filtered through my mail, I hadn't received 'many' invitations since the weeks following the Festival of Flowers last year. So, I had a feeling these 'many' had not actually sent anything but pretended for clout. "Still, I was happy to attend this one. Bloom has always been kind to my brother, after all. I'm pleased he found someone worthy of him." I kept the smile, even as I wove truths to bury the lie. I wished I was as far away from here as possible.

Still, Hilda noticeably brightened at the indirect compliment, and poured us the tea. It was very fragrant, light and sweet, and part of me wanted to try and parse the taste as I drank. Instead, however, I was bogged down by memories of Ruarc's lessons and how Edain held her cup, because I had a feeling others would leap on any mistake I made. This was... when I returned, I was going to have a tea party with my friends. They were much more fun.

"Ah, this tea is divine, Lady Hilda," Aelia commented, breathing out a happy sigh. She even rested a hand on her cheek as she smiled. "What kind is it? I need to try and secure some of my own."

"I'll happily tell you the merchant I bought it from," Hilda replied, her smile radiant. Yet somehow, it was also smug. "As for the tea, it's korshinna blossoms."

"Korshinna blossom?" Aelia gasped, staring at the tea in wonder. I was instantly intrigued, and judging by the noise at the other tables, the other ladies were too. "But they're so rare!" Yes, they were rare in Grannvale. They commonly grew in Leonster, and were not included in the few items it exported. "It must have been dreadfully hard to find."

"It was, and at no small cost, but I only wanted the best for everyone." Hilda was beaming at this point, and Ethnia giggled in delight. But I noticed Tailtiu roll her eyes, and remembered the story behind her engagement ring. "You all deserve nothing less." Still, I suppose I should...

"You're very thoughtful, Hilda," I murmured, sipping my tea. For some reason, everyone looked confused. "Korshinna blossoms are known for having a 'clarifying' effect in medicine. It calms the nerves, eases fatigue, and boosts energy." That was why they were primarily used as an energy-boost tea in Leonster. "I'm impressed you knew this. I only learned it from the medicinal books Quan acquired for me."

"And I'm impressed you caught the secret so quickly," Hilda said, her tone warm yet strangely hollow. Was I not supposed to comment on the tea? Aelia had, so I didn't see why I wouldn't, but Hilda's smile was a little stiff. "I thought I'd have to hint at it."

"Oh dear, you meant for it to be a surprise later, didn't you? I'm sorry." She must be upset I took away her big reveal. "I fear I tend to become a little excited about herbs."

"You're like Azelle and magic," Tailtiu giggled, deeply amused. I had to pause because I'd never thought of it like that before. Then again, it was only within these past couple of years I had people I wanted to share trivia with. "He'll rattle off theories left and right, and I'll stare, wondering how he managed to fit that into his skull."

"So says the Thrud Minor who has every spell pattern memorized," I teased, sipping my tea again. Personally, I would've let it brew for longer; Korshinna blossoms needed to brew for a good ten or fifteen minutes before it was concentrated enough to have an effect. I wonder why Hilda didn't. Surely, she would've known this if she knew about their properties? "Azelle was bemoaning that a few weeks ago, when he and Deirdre were trying to find a spell pattern to prove or disprove a potential hypothesis they had."

"Oh, that's not impressive. Most of those with Thrud's blood have the patterns memorized. It's the divine skill."

"We should have you play card games with Ayra then."

"Card games?"

"Yes, according to her, the divine skill extends to such things."

"It does?!" Tailtiu's eyes lit up and I wondered what I unleashed. "Hey, Hilda, when you get back from your honeymoon, will you teach me? Bloom would never let me!"

The conversation turned to lighter things, such as card parties and poker. I decided it was wisest to keep silent, speaking only when spoken to, and that was how I barely managed to make it through the tedious tea party. It was a relief when Hilda clapped her hands and declared the 'delightful time' done. Of course, everyone took that as an excuse to mill about and chat more. While I wanted nothing more than to run away, I decided to try and make some sort of effort. The problem was I didn't want to talk to any of them, and eavesdropping on their conversations told me I wouldn't be able to join anyway. I knew nothing of the people they spoke of nor could I contribute to the topics. So, after a moment, I decided I should just try to satisfy my curiosity and headed over to where Hilda was directing some maids to clean up.

"Hilda?" I called softly, hoping to catch her attention. She caught my eye and held up her hand in a silent 'wait'. I nodded and remained to the side as she finished her directions and came over. "I'm sorry to bother while you're busy."

"You could never be a bother, Lady Alicia," Hilda replied, her smile warm and kind. There was a stiffness to her posture, though. "Did you need something? I'm certain there are many who wish to speak with you."

"Why would they, when there are others far more worthy of the honor?" If I couldn't fake sincerity, I could at least fake calm and let people take it as such. "So, I thought I'd ask a question of you instead."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Why did you not brew the korshinna for longer?" She stiffened at the question. "Five minutes is too short for the medicinal benefits."

"Is it?" Her smile was kind. Her tone was sweet. Yet her shoulders were tense, and her hands twitched at her side, like she was barely keeping from balling them into fists. "Strange, the merchant told me that was the optimal time. We wouldn't want it to get bitter."

"Korshinna blossoms only grow sweeter with steeping." I frowned slightly, wondering why the merchant would've told her otherwise. "Maybe you should not buy from that one again. I think he was trying to ensure you used your stock more quickly than needed, on top of overcharging you. While Leonster doesn't necessarily export them, they're quite common there."

"I'll keep it in mind, Lady Alicia." She forced a brighter smile, but her posture tensed further. "Thank you for your discretion."

"Of course?" Why would I loudly ask when there were so many people around? "I should thank you for indulging me while you're busy."

"Yes, I fear my days are busy, and my evenings, more so." She smiled wickedly, and it took me a second to realize what she was implying. "So..."

"Would you like medicine for stamina or pain?" I did my best to make my words as sincere as possible, while also keeping quiet. I couldn't think of why she'd bring this up around me otherwise. "Ah, wait, I don't have my herbs with me."

"You have... medicines for...?"

"Yes? You would be surprised how many would come for things such as erectile dysfunction or stamina boosts. I'd say they were as popular as the fertility suppressants." I tilted my head, confused by her surprise. "This is to say nothing of those I treated due to injuries sustained because someone tried to get too creative and pulled something or someone fell off the bed."

"I see." Her smile was stiff again. "Well, I know who to contact if I am in need of something, then."

"Feel free. I would be happy to make you medicine." I'd reached the end of my social tether. "Ah, I've kept you too long, haven't I?"

"No, no, it's fine." Her smile warmed, but there was a hard glint in her eye then. "This reminds me. Are you well? I've heard of what happened in Mackily, what with Clement and him ambushing you in the gardens."

"Pardon?" I stared blankly for a long moment, long enough for her to smirk victoriously. "So, you've heard?" I reclaimed my calm through sheer force of will and habit. Why… why would she bring it up? Why would she bring it up now instead of, say, before everyone sat down? If it had been prior, I could take it as her sincerely worrying. "I did not realize so many details had hit the gossips." Bringing it up now, after the fact, made it seem like she wasn't worried at all. She just wanted to dig into something she thought might hurt.

"I'm sure some tales are more truthful than others." Her stance was as elegant as a dagger, her smile gleaming like it's edge. "What a terrible thing to endure. I hope the gardens here did not bring back bad memories."

"You are very thoughtful indeed, Hilda, to be fretting so during your wedding celebrations." Keep my voice even. Keep my healer-mask on. Keep the serene smile on my face. I repeated these statements in my head, even as I wondered why she was being so hostile. "But given how much else you must fret over, are you certain you have the time to worry about someone who is perfectly fine?" Unfortunately, my words came out more dryly than I originally intended. She glowered and while my inclination was to hide, some part of me decided it was better to emulate Edain. "Clement was never a threat; he fell into a trap we devised the second he was so foolish as to enact such a haphazard scheme." That meant hiding behind the healer-mask, and speaking honest truths with such even tones that the listener felt ridiculous for doubting. "I may be called the Red Rose Healer, Hilda, but I am not so delicate I need constant tending like a flower."

"I did not mean to offend. I was merely worried."

"And I am telling you that your worries are unfounded." I was… very done with all of this. Emulating Edain would only work for so long. So, how did I end this conversation? "I hope you were not worrying about this through the entire tea party. You could have sent a message in advance. The ball didn't end that late."

"Oh, I didn't want to wake you."

"Again, you show such thoughtfulness. But I stay up late to study, and I wake with the dawn. You would not have woken me."

"Staying up late to study? Such things can be terrible for your skin."

"You spend so much energy fretting over me, Hilda. I'd think there were better uses for it, though I am flattered you care so much for my well-being." Meanwhile, I honestly couldn't care less about her. "Speaking of which, you have other guests to attend to, yes? I think it's past time I took my leave." In fact, I wanted to be as far away from her as possible. "I hope you have a pleasant rest of the day, Hilda."

I turned away then, not bothering to let her respond. It was rude… no, actually, per Grannvale's precious etiquette, it wasn't. I'd already forgotten. I was the higher ranked between us, so I was the one who dictated when a conversation ended. So, I pushed down the awkward feelings, hiding them next to the unease, and walked away with my head held high as it I was completely unbothered by the conversation. I refused to let anyone here see anything but the calm I was known for. Barring Tailtiu, no one here was a friend.

There was, unfortunately, a downside to walking away with purpose and dignity. It meant I couldn't actually slip away, despite how engrossed everyone was in their conversations. I'd barely made it out of the 'innermost gardens' before I was surrounded by enough noblewomen to make my head spin. They greeted me warmly, chattering about this and that, but given everything, their 'warmth' felt as muggy as Clement's. Their words were noise buzzing in my ears, completely unintelligible. Yet I knew I would have to be polite and try to respond. I had to somehow make sense of it. At least, that's what should have happened.

"Ah, Alicia?" It didn't. It didn't, because Byron was nearby and called out with such good timing I had to wonder if he'd planned it. "Has the tea party ended?" he asked, with a kind smile that was exactly like Sigurd's. "I was hoping to speak with you." As he approached, the ladies surrounding me shied away, almost like they were afraid. "Are you free?"

"Of course, Byron," I agreed, eager for anything that would get me away from socializing with strangers. Still, why would he need to speak with me? "Hilda's party was the only thing on the agenda today."

"Excellent." He offered me his arm, and I took it gladly. The ladies were gaping like I'd done some grand feat, like pulling a sword from a stone. "Then how about a walk through the gardens with this old man?"

"You sound like Prince Kurth." I couldn't help but laugh, relaxing finally. I relaxed even further once we were far enough down the path that I could no longer see the others. "Were you waiting for me?"

"I was. I had a feeling they'd swarm you afterwards, and Sigurd wrote of how little you like crowds." Of course he did. "So, I figured I could serve as a convenient exit. Helps that I did want to speak with you."

"Oh? Are you worried about how everyone is doing?"

"Most of the ones I worry about write me faithfully. Even Eldigan made sure to send me a quick letter once he was finally home." There was something sweet about that. "However..." He trailed off, looking a little awkward. "I've still not met Altena or Ares."

"Oh?" I couldn't help but smile a little. "Surely, you've heard everything about them from the others. You cannot tell me Ethlyn hasn't written novels on her adorable Altena."

"It's Quan writing the novels. She just writes poetry." He sounded almost grouchy, and I couldn't smother my giggle in time. "But would you believe, despite the novels, I don't know what she looks like?"

"She has Quan's coloring, but Sigurd and Edain both claim she looks exactly like Ethlyn did as a baby."

"And this is why I wanted to ask you. Short and concise." Ah, I understood now. While technically he had all the information he wanted, he didn't have the time, or patience, to sift through. "What about Ares?"

"He looks like a mini-Eldigan. He's much quieter than Altena, rarely laughing or fussing. Altena, meanwhile, tries to go on adventures." I giggled as I remembered something. "I was told she wants to drag him on the adventures too, but he'll hold her in place and just observe. He's already stronger."

"Are they close?"

"Yes, they are as close as siblings, even if she sulks when he doesn't assist her shenanigans or when he clings to her favorite uncle. Sigurd, Quan, and Eldigan hope they'll bond just as tightly with Sigurd's child." It was almost a shame the three wouldn't have something to link them. ...Could I make something? I was already planning on making a blanket for the baby, just as I made one for Altena and Ares, but was there anything else I could make? "I'm sure they will. They're both friendly."

"It must have been interesting, keeping an eye on both of them while Ares was injured." Sigurd truly didn't hide anything from his father, did he? "Thank you for saving him." Byron's smile was soft as he said the words. "Most wouldn't. They certainly wouldn't have risked themselves."

"I think more would have than you think." After all, both Master Thanasis and Master Rafail had died because they had chosen to risk themselves to check on a patient's safety. "But it was also a foolish thing to do."

"It was. You're a fool just like my son and Eldigan." From anyone else, the words would've been an insult, but it was hard to take it as anything but a compliment when he smiled so warmly. "But it's fools who don't simply accept the world as it is. They follow their hearts, straight to their graves, and leave everything and everyone better for it, even if their own end isn't happy. My wife was like that too." He paused, like he was debating to add more to the statement. He then shook his head slightly, swallowing the words. "I'd prefer it if those like you see a happy end, though. A world where idealists are happier than the corrupt would be a very beautiful one."

"Well, I suppose we simply keep trying. The shadows are always there, but that's no excuse to avert our eyes." No wonder a man like him raised someone like Sigurd. "I fear when my ideals will clash with logic, though."

"If you're in a no-win situation, then try to choose the path with the least regrets. The next generation will be the ones to decide if it was the 'right' choice or not." I wasn't certain how to reply, and I didn't have to. We rounded a corner then, and suddenly there was Prince Kurth, standing a short distance away while conversing with someone. "Now, this is just the advice of an old, awkward man with no patience for tact." Despite the words, he smiled kindly. I couldn't help but frown, because he clearly led me here. "You can drop the title with him, you know."

"Pardon?"

"Prince Kurth. You can drop the title with him."

"But surely that would be…" I trailed off, realizing something. Byron… I didn't think he'd lie about this. More to the point, I remembered the letter he'd sent after Prince Kurth received my gifts, where he further clarified how happy Prince Kurth had been despite his hatred of writing. Given what others had said, what he just said… "Do you do things like this often?"

"When you have a reputation for honesty, you get away with cutting through the dancing."

"I see." This wasn't just advice. This was him telling me Prince Kurth wanted me to drop the title. But Prince Kurth, who was all too aware of how people perceived him and was very worried about imposing on me, would never ask directly. He would be too afraid. So, Byron took advantage of his reputation and knowledge, and told me directly. "Are you certain?"

"Very."

He nudged me forward then, so I hesitantly let go of Byron's arm and walked slowly towards Prince Kurth. I wasn't sure how to go about this. I didn't want to be rude and interrupt the conversation and, honestly, no small part of me just wanted to run. But unfortunately, Prince Kurth's conversation partner noticed me, and quickly wrapped things up before departing. A quick glance over my shoulder proved Byron had done the same.

"Oh, Alicia!" My nerves settled when Prince Kurth turned and greeted me with a smile. "I didn't expect to see you here," he noted, coming over to me. "Is the Ladies' Party over? It seems the Gentlemen's is still going on."

"Yes, it's over, and I didn't want to stay and chat," I confirmed, clasping my hands to keep from fidgeting. It took a little more courage to force out the next words. "So, I was wondering if you'd like to take a walk with me, Kurth."

"Pardon?" The effect was immediate. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he smiled more brilliantly than I'd ever seen. I was certain there was something familiar about that smile; did I see it a lot, when I lived in Velthomer? Did I see it so many times back then that even without a true memory, I 'remembered' it? "I'd be delighted, Alicia. Shall we enjoy the gardens more?"

"Yes, that sounds nice." Relieved, I beamed in return and took his arm. "Though, I think I'm a little biased. The gardens in Nordion are much lovelier."

"Not the ones in Velthomer?"

"Is it fair to compare any garden to the land of eternal flowers?" I did my best to grin, and he laughed. "You should see the ones in Nordion yourself."

"I feel like I need to take a grand tour of Jugdral when things settle, if only to discern where the problems are. Clearly, meeting at the borders wasn't sufficient." A dark look crossed his face before shaking his head. "But tell me about Agustria. Are you still being barraged by poems?"

"They make excellent kindling."

We spent the entire walk chatting about light things, from the antics of my friends to my observations of Agustria to the antics the soldiers got into on the front, because no army was complete without shenanigans. It... it was fun. It was a lot of fun, actually. Maybe, when all this was over, we could take more walks like this.

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Day three of the wedding festivities was a grand 'Garden Party', held in the 'outer gardens' which had numerous gazebos, benches, and tables. Officially, it was to encourage everyone to mingle how they wished, chatting about this and that amongst the flowers. Unofficially, it was a showcase of power and wealth, since only the wealthiest of nobles could afford such an expansive garden in Friege's poor soil. Either way, it meant more tedium for me. My original plan had been to hide with Chulainn so I could avoid Hilda, but Bloom dragged him off within seconds of us stepping into the gardens. It seemed he'd taken a shine to Chulainn, given how much he was smiling, and while I was glad people liked him, I did not appreciate being forced alone to deal with this mob.

"Oh, Lady Alicia, there you are! You're as beautiful as ever!"

"Lady Alicia, have you ever seen such gorgeous flowers?"

"Of course she has. She's from Velthomer. Besides, she's prettier than the flowers."

"That's quite true. And so dignified!"

"Truly, you are the Red Rose, Lady Alicia."

I'd been dealing with these sorts of conversations ever since I made the mistake of stepping out of my room this morning. I was glad I was used to keeping a serene smile fixed to my face. Otherwise, I think I would've pulled a facial muscle keeping a straight face with their blatant attempts at flattery clogging my ears. It was a relief when the latest batch drifted off for their own conversations, but that only meant others came to my corner of the gardens to bother me.

"My goodness, is there finally a break in the ocean of admirers?" The laughing voice sounded vaguely familiar, but I still had to remind myself to keep the smile on my face as I turned to see Aelia making her way over. "How dumb do they think you are that they resort to being so blunt?" she asked rhetorically, still laughing. I could only shrug, since I couldn't answer. "Then again, sometimes the best way to hide your intentions is being straightforward, yes?"

"I fear I wouldn't know," I replied, not certain what she was looking for. Since she laughed yet again, I hoped it was enough. "They were being rather blatant, though. Is the subtlety saved for thorns and daggers?"

"Sometimes." Then what did that make my conversation with Hilda yesterday? "And other times, some people are so desperate to be used."

I did not even want to dignify that with a response. "What brings you over here, Aelia? Surely there's something more entertaining."

"Mmm… no, I think the most interesting place is right here." She giggled, and I raised a brow, wondering what she meant. Surely it was more socially interesting in the center of things, where Hilda was. "You certainly stand out today, even more than you did at the ball. For instance, every noblewoman here is wearing their hair with metal and gems, and here you are with fresh flowers instead."

"Ah, yes, I suppose I am." Without thinking, my hand went to the blue violas in my hair. Today, my hair was braided with two braids along the side of my head, feeding into a five-stranded braid down my back. Each had flowers carefully woven within, instead of the usual hair ornaments. "Since I'm dressed in a more Verdanite fashion, Chulainn thought it best to decorate my hair as they do." I had no idea why the two insisted and, given Cathleen's evil chuckle, I wasn't certain I wanted to know.

"So, that is why your clothing is cut differently." Verdanite clothing was typically cut closer to the body than Grannvale's. "Which only makes you stand out more. Especially given how…" She tapped her cheek, thinking. "Well, it's rather simple." Indeed, it was. It was a simple, dark blue dress, with none of the elaborate embroidery and extraneous cloth Grannvale favored for their luxurious clothing. However…

"Verdanites believe a person's true beauty far outshines any decoration they could adorn cloth with. As such, they think it is unnecessary for daily clothes. Such things are for blankets, scarves, and shawls." I brought up my arm so she could see the shawl I wore, a beautiful blue and black one embroidered with a forest scene. "This was a gift from a woman named 'Narin', who I assisted alongside Mistress Yesui. I was sadly unable to attend her baby's Naming Ceremony due to everything in Agustria, so I sent a blanket with my apology. She sent me this in response." The letter had also told me his name: 'Jargal'. I hoped I could pay them a visit once everything calmed. "They show their wealth through dyes and cloth."

"Oh?" Aelia tilted her head. "So, what cloth is your dress made of?"

"Cashmere."

"Did you just say cashmere?" Aelia's jaw dropped, and unfortunately, she was more than loud enough to draw the attention of those gathered nearby. I knew I shouldn't have worn this; Grannvale favored fine linen for their luxurious clothes. "But even low-grade cashmere is expensive. How did you get a dress?"

"It was a gift from King Jamke." That was the easiest explanation. In truth, it was Sigurd's fault. He had wanted to buy me an expensive dress for reasons I was certain had something to do with Deirdre's whims, knew I would refuse, and conspired with King Jamke. "Truthfully, Verdane produces quite a bit. I believe King Jamke plans to trade them with Grannvale, unlike his father."

"Oh." She blinked at me a few times. "And the dye? I mean, blue is blue, right?"

"Verdane has twenty different types of dyes for blue alone, each conveying a unique shade. This one they dubbed 'Sapphire'. The ones named for jewels are reserved for nobility." All in all, this dress was probably the most expensive one I'd owned. I really wished I knew why King Jamke played along. We weren't close enough for gifts, even under pretense. "They have a very rich knowledge of plants and their uses. I could spend years researching their medical breakthroughs."

"Oh." She tilted her head again. "But is it really that impressive? They're barbarians, right?"

"On what grounds do you call them that?" I kept the smile, but I knew it cooled a little. "If you are judging them solely on their army, then would not everyone be 'barbaric'?"

"But they worship spirits of all things, right?" If I had to be charitable, I didn't think she was malicious. She was genuinely curious, and she was Andrei's fiance. Yngvi was still recovering from Munnir's assault. "Isn't that primitive?"

"Considering Lex received an ax from one which lives in their Lifespring Lake, I think it's only prudent."

"Eh?"

"Indeed, and the oldest texts detailing the Holy War mention both them and the fairies Isaach is known to beseech," someone with a strangely familiar voice said from behind me. It was less strange when I turned and saw Claud had walked over from whatever corner of the garden he'd been hiding. "Specifically, they cite them as the original inhabitants of Jugdral, who begged the Twelve Gods to come to humanity's aid," he continued. "So, one could say thanking our benefactors is a show of grace."

"Claud, it's good to see you again," I greeted, seizing the easy excuse to change the subject. Aelia very quickly curtseyed to him, and I wondered if I needed to do the same. "Have you been well?"

"As well as I can, given circumstances." Claud smiled gently at Aelia, who frowned slightly at him. "Ah, I should apologize for interrupting. I've been wanting to speak with Alicia and thought I should seize the chance between the waves of the crowd."

"The Duke of Edda need not apologize to anyone," Aelia replied, her tone somehow coy yet formal. She studied him for a moment before curtseying again. "Well, I'll not trouble you. If you're seeking Lady Alicia out, it must be for something too important for my ears. I'll take my leave." She smiled sweetly at me before departing, and I felt a little guilty over it.

"Those without Holy Blood always feel awkward whenever those with Holy Blood are conversing," Claud observed, sounding almost amused by it. I thought of my friends, and how there were no such distinctions. But, then again, the majority of them did have Holy Blood. "Still, it has its benefits. Those nearby are giving us a wider berth." This was true. It was the most peace I'd had all day. Maybe I should've hidden with Arvis, but he was conversing privately with Reptor last I saw. "I'm glad. It took me two hours to get away from the sycophants, and I somehow doubt your crowd was any less." He smiled faintly, and I tilted my head. "Ah, but I never returned your greeting, did I? It's a pleasure to see you again, Alicia. I see your trials in Agustria have only tempered you."

"Is that a way to say I've lost weight?" I jested, relaxing. It was so nice to speak with someone who wasn't blatantly trying to win my favor. "But what did you want to discuss? I would think you know more about how Gabriel and Ellen are doing than me."

"I do check on them periodically, but in truth, I have multiple things I wanted to bring up." Claud glanced about cautiously, ensuring no one was slipping close to eavesdrop. "The first is that Eirik's investigation about the warehouses is completed. While there are still some threads he wishes to pull, his report is sufficient for me to make a move."

"It seems so strange to me that the person who..." I unfortunately needed to be tactful here. "He was my teacher, and guardian. I associate him with snapping at people for being foolish, not discreet investigations."

"One of the many reasons why he's so effective is precisely because no one expects an old curmudgeon of a man with the tact of a boar to be so good at it." Oh, well, maybe I didn't have to be tactful. "He's been House Edda's shadow investigator since before I was born. I wondered how my father could stand his lack of manners until I read one of his reports myself. They're thorough. In this case, we not only have the main culprit, but a dozen who assisted and even more who looked the other way."

"It sounds as if the Church of Light will have a lengthy reorganization."

"All the more because I intend to be very public about this. I can't keep quiet, thanks to how well known the original case was." I had a feeling I was partially to blame for that. "So, that was the first thing I wanted to inform you about. Arvis said I shouldn't worry you, but I somehow doubt you'd find anything about this 'worrying'."

"Well, I am curious about the traditional punishment is. Would that count as a worry?"

"Perhaps, and it's crucifixion." He said it casually, but my heart twisted. "They'll be nailed up in the church's courtyard, so all may watch them endure the same suffering they inflicted."

"But is it the same?" I couldn't help but ask. "They will certainly suffer. From my understanding, death will take anywhere between hours and days." As someone who grew up in the church, I knew about this punishment. If the traditions were followed, they'd be stripped, flogged, and then nailed to a board while others watched. There they would hang and would not be removed until they were rotting. "But will they endure the countless nightmares? Will they endure the feeling of being out of place? Will they endure how overwhelming it is to be loved after so long of being neglected? Will they endure anything their victims continue to suffer?" I met his eyes unflinchingly. "I doubt it. After all, even if they feel guilty now, it's only because they were caught."

"Hmm... all fair points." Claud nodded a few times, thinking carefully. "To be honest, while that is the official explanation for the suffering, the true purpose of such a dramatic execution is to provide spectacle and an example. It provides the people with a sense of security, while others in power realize what they risk when defying the law." He was silent for a moment. "What would you recommend?"

"Pardon?" I hadn't expected that. "It is difficult to say. I cannot say you are wrong, even if I do not personally like it." I sought to save 'everyone', even vile people like them. I could not agree with something specifically designed to cause such extensive suffering. Yet that was only a deflection. I'd gotten away with it with Zyne, but I couldn't here. "I suppose I think we should kill them and be done with it. The gods can sort them out."

"At last, an answer I can agree with." He chuckled, and even laughed softly when I frowned at him. "Forgive me, but I was curious. I too am not one who can stand seeing someone suffer a drawn-out death, even if I hate them. I only stay my hand because I know healing them will only prolong their suffering." Well, now I wondered if he was testing me, and I couldn't say I like the thought. "Since I knew you were of a similar mind, I wondered what answer you'd come up with, Heir of Velthomer."

"I think I prefer how direct Sigurd is when he wants my opinion."

"Few can get away with being as straightforward as he is. I can only hope no one uses it to their advantage." I thought again of what King Jamke feared. Was... was someone already using him? I was terrified, yet we did not have an answer. We might never and, worse, there's no other action we could've taken. The alternatives were too much to bear. "Ah, Chulainn, it is good to see you again." Hmm?

"Pleased to see you again as well, Claud." Any frustration and fear faded away when Chulainn appeared at my side. "Glad I decided to follow the glances to find you, Alicia," he joked, fixing some of the violas in my hair. "You've garnered quite a few."

"And whose fault is that?" I asked archly, barely keeping from smiling. Chulainn simply shrugged. "I'm surprised you're here. Did Bloom finally let you escape?"

"I snuck away while he was distracted by how much your dress cost."

"Why did you tell him that?"

"Someone made a comment over how 'plainly' you were dressed. Must have a high-ranked 'friend' if they thought making such a comment where Arvis could hear was a good idea."

"Oh, lovely, he's probably plotting." My brother hated to be 'outdone'. "Ah, but I'm being... no, I'm not being rude, am I? You two have already met, clearly."

"We chatted briefly during the Gentlemen's Tea yesterday," Claud answered, smiling serenely. Just as before, I could still see the good-natured laughter in his eyes. "Mostly because the two of us and Arvis felt quite out of place with their... discussions."

"I'd heard less crass conversations in a tavern among mercenaries," Chulainn grumbled, shaking his head. I was reminded of Edain's jokes about 'proper tea conversations' in Evans. "But I'd like to forget about that, so what were you two talking about?"

"Executions."

"...I'm going to need context for that one."

"I suppose so." Claud chuckled, his amusement plain. "I'm assuming you know about the warehouses, yes?" He waited for Chulainn to nod to be certain. "I was informing Alicia about the punishment the criminals would receive. Both of us aren't fond of it." His smile was kind, which was a little unnerving given the subject matter. "Do you have an alternative to crucifixion? Both of us would prefer something quick, yet nothing comes to mind."

"Why are you talking about this at a wedding?" He sighed heavily, but despite the protest, he had an answer in only a second. "Get Arvis involved."

"Oh?"

"Isn't Valflame supposed to burn all to ash? Fast death, grand spectacle, and you can toss in a bit of divine judgment while you're at it." It was almost disconcerting how quickly he thought of it. "Unless there's something that can block it?"

"Now that's an interesting question." Claud hummed in thought, crossing his arms. "I may, since the blessing Bragi received from Herja of Prophecy includes a resistance to magic. It's matched by the blessing Naga of Light gifted Saint Heim, so they might as well. Given how the stories claim Mystletainn can blunt magic, Duke Eldigan of Nordion could potentially survive it." Oh, I hadn't known that about Mystletainn. Most stories involved emphasizing the 'Demonic Blade' aspect. "All of those are simply 'maybe', however. The only one who would definitively survive would be the wielder of Tyrfing."

"That's the Holy Weapon associated with Baldr, yes?"

"Indeed, the Divine Blade wielded by Baldr, the Holy Knight. It has the unique ability to cut through spells and spell patterns, to say nothing of the barrier it produces. As such, some texts refer to it as the 'Mage Slayer'. There are tales of Baldr weaponizing this property, including having his wife, Sabia, launch a meteor assault..." He trailed off, coughing in embarrassment. "My apologies. That was off topic. What were we talking about again?"

"Execution by fire."

"Ah, yes. I'll talk it over with Arvis. It would also provide a good example of how the 'Fire Emblem' symbolizes justice. I know he's been trying to restore its good name."

"I'm pleased to hear we've decided a strategy for executions," I commented dryly, to Claud's warm laughter and Chulainn's quiet chuckle. Still, I wanted to move the subject along. "Claud, you said the warehouses were the 'first thing'. What was the second?"

"Ah, well, truthfully it should've been the first thing, but I was reminded of Eirik and thought to be serious before making my request," Claud admitted easily, his smile both sheepish and shy. I tilted my head curiously. "Alicia, Arvis mentioned yesterday that you make an energy-boost tea?"

"Yes, I do?"

"Is it Eirik's recipe?"

"Yes?"

"His personal recipe?"

"Yes?"

"Can you teach me?"

"Pardon?" I had to blink a few times before I processed the question. Chulainn ducked his head to hide his smile. "You want the recipe?"

"Yes, and I admit this is terribly underhanded, but I've been asking Eirik for the recipe for years and he's always refused." He sighed gustily, heaving his shoulders with it to emphasize his exasperation. "Then again, he never shares any of his personal recipes."

"He doesn't?" That couldn't be right. Father Eirik had taught me them without the slightest hesitation or grumbling.

"He'll teach the more common recipes, but the ones he's developed or refined he never teaches." Was the reason why I was the only one who restocked some of the medicines in the church because the others didn't know how? But why share it with me and not them? "This is fine for most, since there are alternatives. Some of his recipes are for very specific circumstances, like pain medications when a person is allergic to iotifricus leaves-"

"Chrola root can be used as a substitute, and it's also better for those who have a history of stomach issues. However, the recipe must be modified for the thickness, as otherwise, it will be difficult to swallow." I rattled it off without thinking, and Claud blinked a few times. "My apologies, I…"

"Making a mental note right now." Father Eirik, why wouldn't you share that? "Regardless, though, I've not been able to find anything that functions as perfectly as that tea. Everything else either leads to energy crashes, stomach issues, or heart palpitations. And the man only made it for me once, when I just became the Duke of Edda. He'd been trying to make a report, but I had been losing sleep due to everything and kept nodding off. So, he made it quickly, shoved it into my hand, and told me to drink while he finished because he was tired of wasting time." That… that sounded like him. "So?"

"I will happily write down the recipe for you?" This was bizarre. "I've already taught my students, after all." He never told me it was secret, but now I had the strangest need to apologize. But I also did not want to contact him to do it, and it wasn't as if I regretted it. I didn't think medical knowledge should be secret; how else were others supposed to use it to help people?

"And thank you for the easy lead into the main thing I wanted to speak of." What was he-? "I've heard about your students from Prince Kurth, and I'm frankly fascinated."

"You've heard of who from whom?" I stared for a long moment, not sure if I heard him correctly.

But Claud only laughed at my shock. "I've heard of your students from Prince Kurth. He was very proud of their progress and delighted to share your skill." ...I was blushing. I was definitely blushing. I felt the heat in my face and hid partially behind Chulainn to try and mask it. This was the first time I'd blushed and it wasn't Chulainn's fault. "So, I admit I was curious."

"They wanted to learn, so I taught them?" It was easier than I thought to look Claud in the eye, and I decided this wasn't embarrassment. I wasn't mortified. I was just... happy. I was so happy that I was now blushing. "It's no different from how you learned."

"Most healers only teach one, maybe two at a time, not the group you manage." I suppose this was true. "And what you teach them is a very wide range of topics. Makes sense, since Eirik was your primary teacher." Did Father Eirik have more knowledge than most? Outside of midwives, not many healers specialized, so I never thought about it. "Thus, I wanted your thoughts about starting a school." And he was the third person to bring it up around me. Maybe I should start considering it. "Currently, the only institution for collective learning is Belhalla's military academy. Otherwise, everyone is left on their own, including healers. But when Prince Kurth told me of what you were doing, I wondered if we should establish something to ensure every healer gets the same basics."

"Hmm..." I leaned against Chulainn as I thought. We'd ignore the financial parts of this for now. I didn't know enough, and this was just a tentative 'proof of concept' idea for now. "I think it would work, but only if there was some sort of master-apprenticeship program after they learned said basics." I could get away with teaching my students as I did because none of them were training to be 'healers' like me. It was just supplemental knowledge. But a true healer would need to know more about the area they would work in, and the people they would treat. "So, you'd need the cooperation of other healers."

"To say nothing of teachers. But doing this might help fix our low numbers. As it is, only castle towns and random churches have healers, meaning those who live far either must struggle on their own or travel a great distance." This was true. Some of Father Eirik's patients in Yngvi had walked quite a distance to reach him. "I wonder if I could combine it with the school idea Prince Kurth had."

"He had it as well? Deirdre spoke of something similar for Chalphy, at least."

"Hmm... actually, having the schools be local might solve the problem of teachers. If they don't have to travel far to teach, then they'll still be near for emergencies." Claude crossed his arms, nodding a few times as he thought. "So, if we have them in the castle towns... I could easily handle Edda, of course, and it sounds like Sigurd and Deirdre would have Chalphy. I doubt Yngvi would be hard to convince. We may need to fight some in Belhalla to keep them from feeling slighted at not being the center of collective learning."

"I can talk to Kurth about it, and I'm certain I can convince Arvis." Honestly, the extent of 'convincing' would probably be: 'Brother, I'd like to do this.'

"So, we would need to convince Friege and Dozel. Lombard actually might not be hard, since he values competence so highly. Some of his highest ranked Grau Ritter are commoners who he promoted due to being so skilled." I may like the man more than Reptor, but I hated I had to admit the idea was smart. "Reptor… negotiating with Bloom might be easier, actually. Alicia, based on your experience, do you have ideas on how to-?"

Chulainn stiffened suddenly, glancing over his shoulder. I almost asked why, but then I noticed the strange hush rippling through the crowd. It was the very particular 'hush' of people trying, and failing, to continue their conversations. When I followed the quiet, I found the center of it all: Arvis, standing off to the side with a dark, cold look on his face.

"Ah, that's why," Claud murmured, shaking his head. Chulainn looked at him curiously, but I frowned. "It's best to simply wait and give him room." That's what Aida tried to say too, the last time I visited. But that wasn't best for the Arvis I knew.

So, I did what I usually did. I ignored what others said, and picked my way through the crowd until I stood at his side and could peer at his face. Frustration, anger, worry... all were clear as day to me, tangled as they were under the cold calm he desperately tried to feign.

"It seems someone received bad news," I murmured, reaching up to touch his face. While he let me, he refused to meet my gaze. "To cause such a reaction... ah, was there an update to the warehouses? That's the only ongoing investigation I know of, and there's not enough anger for a 'new' one." Arvis's eyes snapped to mine, a slight frown on his face. "Since you seem more frustrated than anything, I'm going to guess a raid turned up little clues."

"Sister, I need you to stop reading my mind," Arvis grumbled, relaxing very slightly. Those around us were openly gaping. "Use it for other things."

"Why would I need to read your mind? It's written on your face." I smiled at him, and he scowled. "However, Arvis?"

"Yes?"

"Is this something you must deal with yourself?" He opened his mouth to answer, but I didn't let him. "Is it not something you can leave in the hands of Aida? You're always telling me how capable she is." My smile grew and he grimaced. "So?"

"...No, it's easily something she can handle alone."

"Then how about we leave it to her? She'll let you know if you're needed immediately." I took his hand and led him away from the others. He followed me without protest. "So, let's take a walk instead. You must relax lest you snap, brother. How many times must I tell you?"

"Clearly, at least once more." He muttered something else, but kept up easily. "Maybe you'll need to include it in every letter."

"If that is what it takes to get you to remember, I shall." An impish thought wormed its way into my head. "Ah, what if I embroider you a handkerchief?"

"That would certainly be a sight."

"Hmm... you always wear red and black, so should it have similar colors?"

"Are you actively plotting this?"

"I promise it will look pretty. Sewing is one of the few things I'm good at."

He tried to distract me. He brought up the inanest of conversation topics just to keep us talking. Unfortunately for him, I was a master of multitasking, and plotted as we chatted and walked through the flowers. I'd make him two handkerchiefs, one silly and one serious, and a blanket. Maybe that will inspire him to rest more.

Regardless, I had to endure one more day. If I could somehow survive one more day, I'd finally be able to head home. Please, let it be uneventful.

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Author's Notes: So, this ended up split again because we were hitting 80 pages. There's a lot that happens between Chapter 2 and Chapter 3. Mostly because Chapter 3 is where… well… everything happens. But, due to plot, this timeskip is where we can sneak in cameos of various Grannvale nobility, and I fully took advantage of that. And Alicia awkwardly trying to act the part of a noblewoman. Because that's fun.

Danann isn't mentioned in game until Chapter 5 before appearing in Chapter 6, and there's very little details about him. We do know Lombard doesn't exactly think highly of his son, however, and the Oosawa manga depicts him as having an inferiority complex towards Lex. So, I leaned into that characterization for his brief cameo (he did, in fact, spend the rest of the festivities hiding from Alicia). Andrey's wife is not named in game. In fact, she's not mentioned at all. However, we know he has a son in Gen2, which means there was probably a wife somewhere at some point. Or a mistress or a one-night stand.

And since they've been mentioned, let's chat about two Holy Weapons. Mystletainn gives +10 to res (and +20 to skill, and the critical skill in this game. In this story, however, I added the 'drain' effect since the critical one can't be easily conveyed). Hilariously (or not), the name is derived from the Norse myth where Hodr killed Baldr with mistletoe. (I'm sure this has NOTHING to do with what happens in Game Chapter 3, nopenope.) Tyrfing, however, gives a flat +20 to Res (as well as a +10 to skill, +10 to speed, AND the prayer skill. I believe it gives the most bonuses outside of the Book of Naga, actually). Hence it's in-story fame as being a 'mage slayer'.