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Chapter 28
The day after Sumia returned, I heard nothing and waited patiently. The second day rolled around and I still didn't hear a peep, so I asked if I could see someone. That night, I got an answer. It was a simple note handwritten in dark ink on a note sealed with the stamp of the royal house. Do you know what it said?
Robin,
I cordially request your presence to my personal quarters tomorrow at noon. I have been made aware that your condition is still improving and will send someone to escort you along the way for support. I apologize that I cannot come to you in person but the current state of affairs has me restricted to my private quarters for both safety and political reasons. I look forward to our meeting.
- Emmeryn
Cause that isn't worrisome.
The message itself seemed warm and nonthreatening. However, one usually isn't called into a private meeting with the Exalt of Ylisse without there being some reason behind it. At this point, it could be anything. Is this about Lucina and Owain? Could it be Chrom said something about my past? Or did Kellam's warning from me prove fruitful? I have no idea and I can't help but feel some trepidation over it.
I mean, I know something big is starting to go down. Anneliese has looked super serious lately and is tight-lipped about state affairs whenever I ask her. It's probably not public knowledge yet otherwise the whole castle would be buzzing. But she has an ear into private discussions so I know her attitude is belying something going on among the inner circles. There's just no evidence as to what. No doubt I'll be getting my answer today. I just have to get past my first big hurdle.
I've never hated stairs before. Today though, I'll make an exception.
The downward descent before me seems especially menacing and the lower landing an ocean away. Since this is medieval times, hand rails haven't been invented yet. So one wrong move and I go tumbling. Glorious.
"Would you like a hand with that?" chuckles my escort beside me.
I stare down the sloping stairwell and cringe inwardly. "That's a long way down."
Eldaran's tall figure comes into view. His armor clangs together as he takes a step down beneath me. He extends his hand in an offer of support, his grin growing ever larger. "You'll be fine, I promise."
I groan in defeat and give into his insistence. My right hand slides into his, the bandages on it scratching against the leather of his glove as he pulls me gently forward. The underutilized muscles in my legs creak in protest as I take the first step. Honestly, I wouldn't even be doing this if I had no choice. When the ruler of your country summons you, there really is no denying that request. I just wish it wasn't such a long trek to her quarters, even with the help. While most of my injuries are in the last stages of healing, the trauma was still deep and I get wobbly in the legs sometimes from both fatigue and pain. Even at the slow pace he's guiding me down, I can't help but feel like there's a bit of risk taking the stairs.
Using my other hand to stabilize myself against the opposite wall, Eldaran guides me down bit by bit until we reach the bottom. I haven't walked such a strenuous angle in a while and my kneecaps feels like they're ready to roll off. I wriggle out of his grasp and lean against the archway.
"Who's smart idea was it to put the healing wing in a tower?" I grumble while casting an evil eye over my shoulder at the stairs we just trekked.
"You can thank the Exalt's great-great-great-great grandfather for that. He moved the quarters there after learning somewhere that high altitudes supposedly help to clear the senses and thin the blood." He also casts a disapproving glance up the long flight. "Not to be sacrilegious or anything toward Naga's chosen, but that's rather daft and I'm not even a healer to know that."
"He may have been Naga's chosen but he's still human. And humans make stupid decisions that should be set right sometimes," I grumble.
"And that, dear lady, is why he was called Willem the Mad. Posthumously of course," he adds with good humor. We share a nod of agreement that he was a real moron for his construction designs.
I'm really glad Emmeryn had sent Eldaran of all people to help. He's disjointed from the whole situation I'm in right now meaning I don't have to deal with any awkward silences or questions on the way to her room. He's also very easy to talk with. His ornate armor is the only thing to show him off as anyone of a noble station. With his obvious self-done haircut, perpetual bruising from drills, and overly casual attitude, you would think him as no more than just another castle guard. It's hard to imagine someone so down-to-earth as a member of the upper class. It's a trait I've found rather appealing about him since I first met him. And the muscles. And the eyes.
Seriously, I thought him good looking before but he's extra nice in person. Man, Ylisstol's genetics are inconceivable. How do so many pretty people exist in one place? Maybe it's something in the water? The wine? I'll have to investigate this phenomenon further in closer detail sometime. Or closer proximity.
"I put in a petition to expand on the barracks to include an official healing quarters," he adds offhandedly, "but I'm going to assume that's been lost under the pile growing on the Exalt's desk these past weeks."
He reaches up and rotates his shoulder, readjusting the pauldron into a more comfortable position. "It's no pressure on her of course. With the south wall blown out as it is, we'll have plenty of time to plan with the reconstruction that has to be done."
"For the record, I had no intentions for that to happen," I blurt out quickly. I can't help but feel some remorse when I remember the destruction caused by the fight Lucina and I had with those Grimleal. Aside from the room that collapsed, the ones on the right all received some sort of structural damage as a result which caused another cave-in the day after. Oops.
Eldaran crosses his arms over his chest and lets out a loud laugh. "Intent or not, that was a gift well given. I've been looking for an excuse to build on to our wing, you just happened to save me the effort of knocking out a wall myself."
He lightly taps himself on the side of the head and lets out a sigh. "Where has my sense gone though? Here I am rambling when you have a meeting to get to."
I casually pull my hand from the wall and shake it in protest. "Please, take all the time you need. I'll even grab the blame if we are. I'm in no rush for this."
"I would if the orders weren't directly from the Exalt. Can you imagine what my elder sister would say if I were late?" he says with eyes widening in fake horror. "There would be an open position for head general tomorrow morning!"
"I would have to contest that vehemently," I declare dramatically. "You fill the role nicely. And the view too."
It takes a minute for him to process my extra remark, and then his face splits into a wide grin. "Ha! See, I knew there was a reason the prince hired you. I have to say, I rather like it."
Eldaran inclines his head down the hall to signal the start of our journey. He offers up his arm in support so I can lean against him as we start our walk. I gratefully do so, unable to help but notice the strong build of his forearm under his sleeve as I lay my good hand on it. Score.
"This is actually a tame job for once, which I am appreciative of. Usually I get news of a far grimmer nature." He puts on a stern face and squints his eyes so he looks a bit more like Phila. "Eldaran, I need you to waylay the bandits in the lower plains. Brother, break up the fight at the docks. Eldaran, pull this young squire's hand out of that bull's bunghole."
My step falters at the last demand. "What?"
"Don't ask," he replies sorely. The pitiful look on his face reassures me that is a memory he does not want to relive. One I'll gladly spare him of recounting. Still...how?
"Anyway, as I was saying, it's not everyday I'm ordered to escort around a lovely lass like yourself. Usually that right goes to our esteemed prince. It's just my luck that I happen to get the the old dukes and randy dowagers of the kingdom. Far less fun, I assure you."
I get this mental image of a pruny old cougar fifty years his senior draped lasciviously over his arm and I can't help but laugh a little. Eldaran tries to look cross at me but ends up breaking as well.
"I am so sorry," I sputter out and I try to catch up to his pace again.
My lighter footsteps fall in sync with his as we head deeper into the confines of the royal wing. There's still signs of obvious damage along the walls and floor. There's chunks torn from corners and deep stains in the rugs. A sheet billows in and out over one broken window as the breeze tries to escape within the castle. The official guard was utterly decimated so Eldaran's foot soldiers line the hallways in their stead. Their presence is felt on every corridor now that security has been heightened. It feels like I can't go two steps without walking into the butt end of someone's spear. Luckily with their commanding officer under my hand, they move out of the way to allow clear space to pass.
"So how are you recovering? Word is you took a firm walloping that night. If you don't mind me asking that is," Eldaran adds with a hint of concern.
I look at him from the corner of my eye and let out a snort. "Do I look fine to you?"
"No offense, but I've learned that's a question better left avoided when coming from a woman."
I sigh. "I'm recovering. That's all I can really say."
For once Eldaran looks serious. He nods to a guard as he passes and then focuses forward. "That's an acceptable answer. If anyone expects you to be in perfect condition after a strenuous fight, they deserve a good punch in the jaw."
"I know I wouldn't mind punching that priest in the jaw if I found him again," I mutter darkly under my breath. What was his name again? Letum, I think? I'm bookmarking that forever like a brand in my brain. I'm going to dispatch revenge like you won't believe the next time we meet.
Feeling the need to change the subject before things got too messy, I throw out my own question. "How are things around the castle? I don't hear much from the healing quarters. Are things quiet?"
I've been stewing in silence and I need to hear something about current events. Anything!
Eldaran reaches up and rubs the side of his neck. "Ah, that's an interesting question. A lot to answer and little time to do so."
"Can I get a condensed version?"
"That's the thing, even I'm unsure where we stand with everything going on at once. The council meetings are nothing but convoluted messes with every representative and their mother arguing in favor or against any progressive action."
Alright, time to get specific. "I did hear one of the healers mention our scouting party into Themis came back. How did that go?"
The pale-haired man winces and bites on his tongue. After a moment of contemplation, he speaks. "Are you sure you want to know?"
"I'm the one that wanted to organized it, remember? Of course I want to know!"
"Alright." He takes a super deep breath and lets it out in one long stream. Eldaran looks absolutely pained as he continues, his stride falling to a slow crawl. "Themis has fallen. And with it, all of the northeastern lands and its mines."
Even though I'm aware of the situation somewhat, I can't help but feel my stomach cramp and twist at the truth. Themis, as I know, is an important strategic foothold for Ylisse. A good chunk of their metal trade comes from Themis. Losing that means our weapon and resource supplies are going to dip dangerously. Using trade to make up for that is going to chip a ton out of the royal treasury and take double the time to reach us over the trade routes. But worst of all is the survivor we picked up.
"Maribelle..." I whisper in fear.
"That's right. You must know Lady Maribelle then being in the Shepherds and all," he comments. "Or should I say Duchess Maribelle."
I know I'm going to regret it but I have to ask. "What happened?"
"These are just the details I know since I haven't gotten Phila's official report yet. From what I gather, Themis was almost gone when she arrived with the others. Risen had driven the people to the capital for refuge. While there, a group with no banner or coat of arms descended upon the city. Bandits, allegedly." He spits out the last part with a certain acid that makes it clear who the obvious culprit was.
"They had moles in the refugees and opened the gates from the inside. It was only a matter of time before they had overtaken half of Ironhold Keep. They tried to bargain the lives of the people for the keys to the mines. Lord Adair supposedly had a plan to stop them but had his daughter and mother slip away before doing so."
"Something must have gone sour because when Phila arrived, the keep was a smoking mess. The place was ransacked and burned to the ground. The main caverns to the mines had been flooded."
Sounds like Maribelle's father damaged the mines to keep them out of the hands of the bandits. If they really were Plegian or Grimleal, I could see why. He wants to keep it out of their hands. Such power in their grasp could influence a war drastically in their favor. Smart man. But what was the cost of his power play?
"What of Maribelle's family? And, where were the refugees and castle inhabitants?"
He abruptly stops causing me to nearly trip forward. Eldaran helps steady me though his face is pale and grim. "I apologize. The thought of that just caught me off guard."
"What's wrong?" This is not going to be good, is it? I can feel it already.
He looks conflicted, mouth opening then shutting as he contemplates whether he really wants to go on. It takes a while for him to find his voice.
"Viola noticed smoke coming a short distance away from the keep. They went to investigate and found the fresh remains of a camp. At first they thought it to be the Duchess', but were quickly mistaken. The place was empty, a clearing and work center situated around a lower shaft that exited from the main mines."
He chokes hard, eyes darkening in anger. "It had been collapsed as well. When a torch was cast inside, they found...remains. Human remains. Charred ones at that."
"The hell?!" I shoot back in shock. My brain is having a hard time understanding. Did Lord Adair take his people and try to flee through the mines from the city? Or, did something go wrong and the 'bandits' corralled the survivors into the shaft. Either way...they buried them? And then...whoever was still alive was then burned? That is most barbaric thing I've ever heard! I don't even...
"No survivors?" I barely whisper out. The look on his face is clear. "Gods above," I hiss out.
"The girls were damn lucky they found the Duchess alive. Several of those Risen had descended on Dame Aethiel and herself. The old matron had thrown herself at them to give her granddaughter more time to flee. At least they gave her a proper burial."
"How is she? Maribelle, I mean."
"She takes her seat at the council meetings and then disappears right after, the princess following on her heels. Maribelle has the fabled iron gut of her ancestors, but even that isn't enough to keep her straight-faced the entire day. I can't imagine the pain she's going through right now."
"What about the bandits? Can't we do anything about them?" I question angrily. The thought of those monsters running around free burns me up fierce inside.
Eldaran looks ready to punch something. His one fist flexes and he drops it into his other, clenching them both tight in restrained anger. "I wish I could. I can't even reach them out in infested territory like that. Hells below and heavens above. I'd love to know how such a band has moved around unharmed this whole time among those monsters."
"Great."
I have no idea what to make of that. I'm still trying to get over my initial reaction, which is dumbstruck. I just can't even understand...Dude, talk about heinous war crimes. You won't find crap this dark in the games. But that's the difference between escapist fantasy and reality. The latter tends to bite. Hard.
I can't help but wonder if anything could have been done to stop that. Or maybe that's just an event we couldn't foretell happening. With things going crazy like they are, the specific instances that happen to Maribelle at this point in the plot could be taking on a different twist. If that's the case, what else could be going wrong?
"Anything else astounding going on?" I hesitantly inquire, bracing for the worst.
"The rotting corpses walking around aren't enough for you?" I give him a long look and he forces himself to talk longer on the already nosediving subject. He rattles off the the list with a combination of defeat and tiredness. "Nothing you probably don't already know. Growing notes of concern on the numbers of Risen, refugees from the south and west streaming in, and now panic in the city about security with the recent attempt on the Exalt's life."
Yeah, that all sucks. But on the bright side, it seems like certain secrets concerning myself and the kids are still safe. No one is at risk of getting discovered yet. That's a plus. Not a big one when dealing with the whopper just delivered into my lap. But the lack of talk concerning a gathering army also concerns me. Did they scout and find no Plegians coming toward us? Or was my message disregarded? I have to wonder it that's part of the reason I'm meeting Emmeryn today.
"Well, not to cut this riveting account short but we have arrived at our destination," Eldaran comments, drawing himself up and plastering on a happier mask.
"Ah," I grunt with less enthusiasm gathered.
"I know what you just heard was jarring. It's not news easily shaken. The best we can do is just give the Duchess her space, and our condolences. I'm doing everything I can to make sure she sees some justice, both for her family and her people."
"I believe that. I'm just sorry it's so hard to dispense."
"So am I," he adds in one final statement before raising a hand in greeting toward the guards before us.
"General! Back so soon?" a portly, middle-aged man calls out from one side of the doorway that leads to Emmeryn's chambers.
A fake smile immediately comes up, one that fools the other soldier well enough. "Ho there, Durst! Still here? I thought your shift to have ended by now."
"Not tonight, Sir!" he salutes. His curly mustache wiggles as he speaks in a rapid fashion. "The missus and me had a falling out. It's the barracks for this sad sod tonight."
"A shame. Best use that extra gold for something special to take the edge off, yeah?"
"You are sadly right in that regard," Durst responds, head hanging.
A bizarre smell pricks at my nose. I make a subtle sniff and get a scent overload. It takes everything in me to resist clamping a hand over my it. Ugh. I hate colognes and perfumes. The artificial smells never seem right to me. This is no exception. It's suppose to smell like flowers but there's something off about the sweet scent. I can't put my finger on it, but it's not alluring at all.
I'm not the only one who seems to notice. Eldaran's nose wrinkles as well, gaze sweeping to the second guard before us. The blonde haired youth leans casually back against the frame. Two vibrant, bright green eyes peek out from his chiseled features. His cool gaze passes from the general to me. They open just slightly in alarm at my presence.
"Laying on the charm a little thick, aren't we Bradon?"
I start to feel a little unsettled by his intense stare. Gratefully, he switches back to Eldaran. He slips on a thin smile. "One cannot reach perfection without help General."
"Yeah, well, maybe use a few dabs less."
"Or the whole bottle," I mumble.
"I haven't see you since you took leave. How's the search going?" Eldaran says loudly enough to drown out my comment. "Any sign of Eileen yet?"
"It fairs poorly, I'm afraid. It's as if she was simply whisked away," Bradon frowns sadly, though the look doesn't seem to reach his eyes.
Eldaran places a hand on one hip and rubs the bottom of his chin with the back of his hand. He looks disturbed by the news. "Sad business that. Keep looking. I'll personally join the next search tomorrow. There's one more stretch we can check before we hit the river's mouth."
"That would be appreciated." I suppose it should come across as tired or forlorn, but Bradon sounds more apathetic than that. But maybe that's just me.
"Right. Well I have to deliver my radiant guest here to our Exalt, if you don't mind."
"Absolutely! In you are Sir!" Durst exclaims with exuberance, hand fumbling for the door.
"Sir," Bradon nods before settling back against he wall, one final stare thrown at me.
"So what's this about the river?" I quietly ask as we head through the doorway.
He throws me a concerned shrug. "There's been some disappearances around the lake lately. Bradon's fiancé is one of the missing unfortunately. Another bizarre set of circumstances that seem to grow by the day around here."
"Oh, poor guy."
The door slides silently shut over the stone floor behind us as we step into Emmeryn's personal quarters. We enter a small hall that opens into a large room at the end of its length If my memory serves right, this will probably be the solar. Light streams in three separate rays from arching windows mounted high on the opposite wall. The ornate poshness of the room outdoes every other chamber I've been in so far. Banners of her ancestors' exploits and soft rugs embroidered in Chon'sin designs adorn the walls and floors.
A large fireplace carved into the wall engulfs the far side of the room. Plush chairs and a long table fill the center space and a few objects of recreational intents are scattered about. Huh, Emmeryn plays the harp? That fits perfectly somehow.
We stop just short of rounding the corner as two voices become clearer. Poking both our heads around, we're surprised to see Emmeryn is not alone. Frederick, not in armor for once, is busy setting up what must be a lunch. The steaming kettle and various utensils are placed with careful precision as the two chat comfortably about something beyond our hearing.
Eldaran shakes his head and breathes out. "Lucky son of a wench. Still not sure when that happened"
He casts them a long gaze and I can't help but smirk. "Jealous?"
"Not even close. Emmeryn is as much a sister to me as my own blood are," Eldaran asserts, bemused by my assumption.
Across the way, Frederick says something that causes Emmeryn to giggle lightly. She places her cup down, the china coming together with a melodic tinkle. Rising from her chair, the long drapings in her dress smooth out and stretch behind her as she gracefully rounds her seat and glides to her knight's side.
Frederick freezes mid-preparation and says something quietly. Emmeryn's voice falls to a low hush and she tenderly places a hand on his forearm. She leans in so the two are barely touching foreheads. She casts her eyes down and smiles something delicate and shy. He returns the gesture by covering her hand with his own, more words exchanged in their intimate moment, chaste as it seems.
The two of them standing together in the sun like that reminds me of a painting one would find in a famous art museum. The lady and her faithful knight together in medieval bliss. Chivalry and romantic prose at its apex.
"Awww," I coo enthusiastically. And a bit too loud.
In the pure quiet of the moment, my little noise is a foghorn that shatters the serenity of the moment. The two figures immediately break apart as they turn around in surprise. Emmeryn bashfully covers her mouth and looks off to the side as if something far more interesting were happening there. Frederick, however, switches from apprehension to a glaring pout when he sees our heads poking out of the archway.
While Eldaran quickly ducks back and presses up against the wall, a nervous laugh erupts from me and I give a tiny hand wave in greeting. My reaction only causes Frederick to go red-faced in anger.
"I do believe there is a common practice expressed among all persons raised with an ounce of civility," he bellows as he stalks over. "It is called knocking."
"Did we do that?" I say to Eldaran.
"We probably should have. Or announced ourselves," he winces.
"Indeed, you should have," Frederick growls with frightening severity as he stalks us menacingly.
Oh God. I'm gonna die.
"Frederick, peace. They did little wrong," Emmeryn finally pipes up from the opposite end of the room. The great knight's advance is quickly halted and his attitude subdued at the sound of her voice. He looks back at her for confirmation, to which she nods.
We both can feel the tension leaking from us as relief sets in. We live to see another day.
Emmeryn walks to us, a faint blush still on her cheeks. "Eldaran, I expected you ten minutes ago." Her tone isn't chastising, more amused.
"The walk was a long one, my Lady. I had no wish to rush my charge here in her delicate state."
"Blame game? Nice," I reply flatly. Though I suppose I did offer up the suggestion earlier. I didn't think he'd take me seriously though!
"My apologies, but Phila is incredibly frightening and I had no desire to bring on her ire if I brought in Lady Robin both late and out of breath. Though perhaps she is not as intimidating as your steward here. His glare could fell the dread beast itself," Eldaran comments, looking the other man up and down as if sizing up the enemy.
"A warranted reaction when one finds themselves being spied upon," Frederick fires back.
"But you two are so cute!" I gush. "I could write a song about it. And blow bubbles. Or throw flowers!"
Frederick's mouth hangs open. It's the first time I think I've really left him speechless. Well, that and when I hung all his small clothes to dry over the cooking spit. I had forgotten to hang them with the rest of the wash and thought they would dry faster over a fire as opposed to air drying. The look on his face when they went up in smoke was priceless. Second only to now.
He ends up burying his face in his hand and shaking his head as he turns away.
"While I appreciate your kind words Robin," Emmeryn chastises lightly, "perhaps it would do well to speak up next time? The same would apply to you Eldaran. I had expected better of you."
"I...no, you're right. My sincerest apologies Emmeryn," Eldaran utters, breaking protocol in the name of friendship.
"Same," I echo weakly. "No harm meant."
"All is forgiven then," she replies sweetly, clasping her hands together. Her expression changes and she beckons to me. "With troubles aside, I believe you and I have some time allotted, do we not?"
"We sure do," I say, plastering on as much of a brave face as I can.
"A seat then," she says with a gesture to the table. "And help yourself to whatever you wish."
Great, because I am eyeing that cinnamon roll like a shark to a chumsicle.
"I suppose that means my job is done," the young general points out.
"Indeed," Emmeryn agrees. "I believe you will be handling matters in the war room tonight in my stead?"
"That I am, your Grace. Even queens need a rest sometimes. Enjoy the evening for once," he bows to the waist before giving her friendly smile.
"Thank you, my dear friend. A pleasant day to you as well," she responds with equal affection.
"I'll try." He turns to myself and the last of the room's inhabitants. "Sir Frederick. Lady Robin."
He winks at me in farewell and carries off with great confidence. What a charmer.
As Eldaran leaves, Frederick seems to pick himself. He's unable to make eye contact with Emmeryn, instead clearing his throat and looking off toward the wall. "I will leave you to your meeting then. Your wardrobe has a great need of rearranging after all."
"As you wish Frederick," Emmeryn smiles with a pleased look.
He briefly flickers his eyes toward her, ruffles up, and quickly bows before leaving through a door on the side wall.
"Frederick is folding your clothing?" I say in awe.
"And color arranging. He's very particular about that," she adds proudly.
"Uh-huh." Somehow that makes all the sense in the world. Why wouldn't Frederick do something like that. The man sweeps up stones for goodness sake. Why not this too?
"You must forgive Frederick," she says, noting my expression. "He has developed some colorful habits in his many years here. It is best to simply let him do as he wishes. He gets...anxious if things are not as they should be."
I raise my hands. "Hey, more power to him. If I had half the organizational skills he has, I'd be able to wear matching socks more often."
"Quite!" She laughs and walks for her previous seat. She stops right before it and picks up the kettle to pour herself a cup. I follow after her, my hands quickly snatching up the sweet roll I had been eyeballing earlier.
"No doubt you are curious as to why I summoned you with little reason," she states as she pours the tea.
"Of sorts," I quickly utter before chomping into the bun. Blissful goodness! Take me away!
"To begin with, I must apologize. This meeting should have happened far sooner than it did. I make it an effort to speak with all of my brother's warriors at least once upon their hiring. I find it important to know who he is working with. After all, he is placing his life in their hands just as much as they are in his command."
"Hey, no worries," I say between bites, trying not to spit everywhere. "Things have been rather hectic since I came here. Down-time hasn't really been a luxury for me."
"An unfortunate happenstance. Even the busiest of soldiers need to rest."
"It is what it is. I agreed to the job and all the responsibilities that come with it."
"So you did." She finishes her drink and then holds the pot closer to me. "Would you care for some?"
Considering this glaze is sticking to my throat like glue, it would help. "Sure."
One pour later I have the the dainty blue china cup in my hand. The aroma wafting from it smells really herbal. Not the fruity I'm use to. Welp, down the hatch! The second the bitter taste reaches my tongue, I blanch. The teacup comes down hard to the table and I lean forward trying not to cough. It's like someone took a shot of caffeine and dandelion to my taste buds. "Ah, yikes. That's really strong."
"Not to your liking?" Emmeryn watches me gag with bemusement, her voice hiding a thin trace of pity. "It is a bit of an acquired taste. Both Chrom and myself find it quite refreshing."
Granting me some assistance, she nudges over the sugar bowl. "Thanks," I say gratefully as I start to dump in clumps by the spoonful.
"You seem in better spirits," Emmeryn remarks cheerfully. "I've had reports of your recovery come over my desk. Anneliese says you have healed the worst of your wounds."
"That's debatable," I reply drearily, glancing up quickly from the sugar pile growing in the middle of my cup. "Physically, you could say so. Anneliese says she can release me from the wing in a few more days. I'll still have to stop in once a day for the following week or so for continuing work, but at least I'll be out. I'll be off the training regime for a while longer though."
The woman across from me looks pleased with my words. "That is welcoming news. You are blessed in that regard. I have seen others in similar severe states who did not recover so quickly, nor so wholly. Truly a miracle."
"That's one way of putting it," I reply halfhearted as I take another experimentative sip of the tea. I shake my head a little as the buzz still causes my sense to tingle and nose to burn. What is in this stuff?
Emmeryn takes a sip of her own before speaking. "Do I sense a bit of doubt to my words? What is it you believe then?"
"I got lucky. That's all it was." I highly doubt Naga has any miracles up her sleeve for me. Grima's replacement or not, I not Ylissean or even of this world. Why waste her magic god powers on me when Lucina and the others need it more?
"Hm. I suppose one can see it either way," she nods in respect. "All the same, you are alive and that is what matters."
"Yay for living," I say half-humorously, half mocking as I raise my cup in a toast. She looks unsure how to process my reaction, so I just move on. "All these pleasantries aside, I'm assuming there's something more pressing you'd like to talk about."
"You assume I have some agenda in calling you here? Perhaps it is as I said, I merely wished to meet with one of my brother's Shepherds."
"Well you got me," I say cautiously. Here comes the loaded question. "What do you want to know?"
The Exalt puts her cup down and rests a hand in her lap as she leans back. Her expression goes passive and I have no doubt that there is something else brewing in her mind under this friendly chat. "Just a simple question is all I beg to ask."
"And that is?"
"Who are you?"
The short, blunt nature of the question catches me off guard. "W-what?"
"It is as I asked. Who are you?"
Suddenly the world's most simple question became a ten page essay, and I have no idea where to start. Something so simple now can be answered in a million ways, all of which are scattered and fluttering about my brain just out of grasp. Where do I begin? How do I begin? And what do I say? I think it's apparent she knows about my conversation with her brother.
"I'm...me," I force out, still lost as to where to start.
"Well, hello Me," she say with a cheery grin.
Words fail me for a brief moment. Did she just crack a joke? I find the fact that Emmeryn did that both hilarious and horrifying. It's strange to see something so human slip out of her almost ethereal persona. It's nice to see. "That's not what I meant," I eventually say. "I'm just...didn't Chrom say anything about me? Why ask what you already know?"
She lets her head fall to the side, supported by her free hand resting off the armrest. "I am aware of what he has said. I am also aware of what Frederick, Lissa, my council, and the servants have said. What I wish to hear is the truth, not hearsay. And the truth only comes best from the source itself."
That seems like just the sort of thing Emmeryn would do. Reserve judgment for herself before casting a decision.
"I wish to know about the young woman whose name has come up in every major event that has graced my halls since her arrival."
"It has?" I state in confusion? Have I really been making waves like that? I wrack my brain going over each event and my involvement in it.
"In varying degrees," she says airily. "No matter how small your intervention, the name 'Robin' has become a footnote in every commendable instance the Shepherds have been involved in thus far since your arrival. And perhaps beyond that if your allegations bear fruit again."
"My allegations?" Oh. "Kellam..."
There's a stronger edge to her voice as she speaks. "Yes, your fellow Shepherd. He came forth with an interesting warning on your behalf. One that, though unfounded, carries a great deal of worry and concern for the court and country."
"You're pursuing it, right?" I find myself coming out to strong and try to pull back on the pushiness of my tone. Rein it in Robin, don't look desperate. This is suppose to be only a possibility, not an inevitability. "I mean, I only say so because of how serious things were. I don't want another surprise like that on our hands."
"I understand." Emmeryn reaches for a small pastry and cracks it in half, surveying the inner filing. "I have meditated on the possibility and found it better to be safe than sorry with a situation like this. Phila and Eldaran have both sent a combined scouting party to the west, though I highly doubt we have something like that to fear. How an invading army could advance so far into Ylisse without us knowing is impossible."
Not when you have psychos like Gangrel and strategists like Aversa running around.
"I digress, we are getting off topic. Back to my question, if we will. Tell me of you Robin."
What, no! I want to know more about what you're doing to stop this! I know there's not much to go on and it's great you have a small party going out, but still! You need to prepare! Gather the cavalry! Rally the troops! Bar the gates! C'mon Emmeryn!
"Are you sure you're doing enough?" I push.
"I appreciate your warning and am handling it as I see fit. You have performed your part and I ask you rest and leave the situation to me," she retorts firmly. That discussion line is officially closed in her book.
"My question, Robin, if you please."
Frustration gnaws at my insides but I can't do anything about it. Instead, I take another sip of this harsh tea and try to focus on her desired topic.
"I sort of can't explain my history. I've got the whole amnesia thing going on."
"I am aware. All I ask is you explain what best you can."
Explain what? That I'm a simple peasant to you in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or do I explain that I'm some cosmic dimension traveler that could bring the end of your world if certain events fall into place. Yeah, that's great to explain. I'll start with that.
"I see you are hesitant. Are you afraid of what I may think, Robin?"
"Is that so shocking?" I admit, dropping my head in discomfort. "I shouldn't be. It's just, given your brother's initial reaction, I find it sort of hard not to be."
"Ah yes, that," she answers. Emmeryn takes a nibble at her pastry and chews thoughtfully on the idea. "Chrom is a strong leader and can make many decisions while under pressure. When is comes to matters more emotional for him, he tends to retreat to his own solitude to dwell on them lest he say something he may regret in the heat of the moment. Please do not fault him for this. I do not believe he intended for his silence to come across as bearing ill intent or blame. And if his conversation to me was anything to go by, I can assure you he is not angry with you about your misconstrued profession."
No, he's angry about me lying about Lucina and Owain.
"He is concerned, unsure, and perhaps disappointed, but not angry."
But he is upset about my association with the kids.
Emmeryn's reassurances seem to have reached their limit and she says nothing more, instead watching me patiently for a reaction. She has nothing else to say? Truly? There's no doubt in my mind she would have said something about my connection with her 'siblings' if he told her. So, did he not? Why? I would have thought that he told her everything.
"Is something amiss? You seem troubled," Emmeryn points out.
I really, really think she's actually clueless to the whole second half of the conversation we had! So Chrom told her the first bit, but not the second. We really need to have a talk again. I don't know what's going on in his head anymore.
I attempt to brush off my shock as something else entirely. "Sorry, it's just strange. I'm having a hard time with starting."
Emmeryn's concern is nothing but true when she responds to my hesitance. "I assure you, whatever you say today will hold no ill will against you. We sit here today not as a ruler and subordinate, but simply as two women bonding over a cup a tea."
"With all due respect," I respond while regarding at her royal visage, "that's really hard to imagine."
"Is it? You do not seem to find it so hard in general," she playfully remarks while finishing her snack. "The casual displays of affection you bestow upon my family and the refusal of proper title usage has not gone unnoticed."
I blink. Have I? Thinking back on it, I do tend to refer to everyone by a first name basis, even the royals. I never remember to bow or curtsy. And the number of times Frederick has drilled into me for inappropriate teasing is easy to remember.
Aaaaah, yeah. Okay, maybe I am guilty there. Not my fault! It's not like I grew up with a formal court hierarchy I had to follow. Hell, I 'm practically my own boss! The bakery I work in belongs to my best friend's mother and she lets us do whatever! I usually don't have to worry about stuffy formalities. I'm use to greeting people by handshake or hug.
Suddenly I can't help but feel mortified at my breach of custom. "I am so sorry Emmeryn. I mean your Grace! Your holy Exalty-ness! I-I'm just not use to this. I meant no disrespect to your culture or anything!"
Emmeryn breaks into full, mirthful laughter at my desperate outburst. "Robin, calm down. I am not offended at all. It is quite amusing, if not refreshing. Even those closest to my heart, Maribelle and Frederick included, do not refer to me by my birth name as much as I would like. It is nice to hear once in a while."
She grows more serious with her next phrasing. "I would suggest in public to watch such habits, however. Such familiarity can provoke a sense of favoritism in the court and such a position can be dangerous to find oneself in. Our court is like any other with its members all clamoring for their own interests to be heard. If they feel you a threat to their cause, implications can follow."
Sounds like something Virion would warn, though it's more grave sounding coming from Emmeryn. "I'll keep that in mind," I remark sheepishly.
"It would be wise to. Unless well practiced in courtly intrigue, it could become a burden to bear later. I find it displeasing to warn you of such things, especially of my own court. But it always best to be prepared as to ignorant."
"Right then." I stare down at my fingertips and fiddle with them. "So should I continue saying 'Your Grace' or..."
"As I said before, here we a merely two women of similar age and standing. Indulge my petty request and continue as you were. Now then, to the beginning of your story. Or at least where you can remember."
"Right, me and my story. Oh boy."
I guess I can't avoid it any longer. I've got to give the woman what she wants. I recollect my story from the other night as best I can and just start over. Odd enough, I do find it easy to talk with her. The pace at which I tell my story flows naturally and I never feel like I'm being judged. Emmeryn watches me with a calm interest and only interrupts to ask questions relevant to the topic at hand. She pokes at where my interests in certain things began, my schooling subjects, reasons for life choices. Occasionally she asks if I can remember things like my home or people, to which I have to feign ignorance on. And then there are times where I really can't answer her because I can't legitimately remember. It goes on well into the afternoon when I finally reach the climax. I carefully provide what little I can about my abduction before waking up here.
"And you have no idea why they would take you?" she wonders.
"No," I flatly state. That's as definitive an answer as I can make it.
"I see." Emmeryn falls into herself, lost deep in thought. A finger traces the rim of her tea cup in a never-ending circle as she contemplates what I've said. Once, I see her gaze fall to my right hand before returning to her ruminations.
"This must be strange for you," she murmurs with sympathy. "I cannot imagine how troubling it must be for your heart to bear such a weight. Usurped from your home and brought to lands far from your own. Having you drawn into our border conflicts is only salt upon the wound. I am ashamed my country must reflect such dismal happenings upon you. Ylisse is not a country of aggression or prejudice."
"Really?" I say sarcastically. I immediately clamp my hand over my mouth in shock.
"We have given you pause to assume otherwise?"
My struggles at the Feroxi border roll through my head like an old film, scene by scene. She's allowed me to be honest up until this point. Might as well not stop here. "Plegians don't have a good reputation I've noticed. One whiff you might be related and people seem ready to jump you."
"Ah." I wonder if she can guess what I'm thinking about. "That is...a deep-rooted issue I have been attempting to rectify since the beginning of my reign as Exalt. The lingering shadow of our forebears' discrimination have caused the youth to adapt faint traces of their enmity."
"And the recent attack on the castle has probably reignited that to a roaring flame," I sourly point out.
"I pray not. And I also pray this was only an isolated incident. The work of extremists looking to kindle said fire into another war that we do not wish to incur," she adds.
"What if it's not that though?" I jump on the chance to resurrect my earlier fear and push its importance.
Emmeryn isn't dumb. She immediately picks up on my intent. "You are referring again to your suspicions of invasion?"
"Yes!"
"Robin-"
I cut in, leaning off the edge of my chair and over the table. "Emmeryn, be realistic for a moment. What will happen if it does?"
She ponders long and hard. "I will attempt to parlay with their king," she speaks slowly.
For the love of-!
I take a deep breath but I can't help the harsh tone that leaks out in the end. "Seeing as we're speaking as equals, I'm going to be blunt. That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."
"Is it?" she counters, quiet and stern. "Should I simply discard all attempts at peace and do as my father did? Shall I raise my troops consisting of naught but elderly farmers and youths to fight back? Shall I pour the blood of Plegians over Naga's alter as an offering in her name? Truly, another holy war is exactly what she would want of her people."
"I'm not saying that. I just firmly believe peace right now is not an option on the table. Look, I don't have to be a natural born Ylissean to hear about what's going on in Plegia. I've been told about their king. The guy's a revenge-ridden crackpot holding a blood-lust written with your name at the top. He's been poking your borders for years looking for weaknesses. He's pillaged your trade routes to undermine your resources and enforce his. And that assassination attempt? It was for you! You really think he'll listen to reason when he's red hot for avenging the injustices to his people?"
Emmeryn is not aggressive, just stalwart in her beliefs. She argues with me carrying an even tone and a strength in her own defense. "I will not answer aggression with equal intent. This will prove nothing other than all my attempts at peace and negotiation have been but a sham!"
"And I guarantee that when you sit there and do nothing, he'll walk right over you, into the capital and raze the bloody thing to the ground. Then there will be peace because there won't be an Ylisse left to fight back."
"You speak with such assurance. As if these events were laid out in stone."
Whoa, not good. Don't think that! Okay, reeling in the enthusiasm a bit. Try to still sound firm while presenting this as a likely hypothetical situation. Do as Miriel does when she debates experimental theory! "You remember what we talked about, with me being into history and strategy? I've read my fair share of wars and leaders like him are nothing new. He is on a set course and he's only been biding his time until the right moment to overcome your defenses. Think about it! Your army is small and it's already spread thin fighting these Risen across your vast state. Your trade routes are cut off hampering resources and your allies are two weeks away with reinforcements, at best. You're weak right now Emmeryn, and he's not. What better time to strike then now? History has proved it again and again, and this is no exception."
"I'm making the most logical and realistic estimation I can from my newly acquired tactical perspective. It isn't good, which is why I brought up that priest's comment with such conviction."
My companion regards me with curiosity, and then a small smile forms. "If you had this much passion when first speaking to the council about rescuing Maribelle, I believe Nethys would have been more impressed with you."
"I, uh..." I look down and realize I'm standing, fingers splayed out in support against the table as I lean in aggressively. I flush and sink back into my chair. "Sorry."
"It's alright." She takes another sip of tea and gazes toward one of the windows to peer at the sky above. "I admit that General Eldaran has been pushing for the same course of action, though his desires were expressed in a time where we had no shadows hanging over our heads. I suppose it is something to consider when I have two individuals urging me to pull up defensive maneuvers, however small they may be."
I close my eyes, hands pressed together and resting against the tip of my nose. "If you're so worried about appearances, why not just start readying supplies and whatnot. Until your scouts comeback with the yay or nay, it wouldn't hurt to start gathering what you need together. Disguise it as a drill so the people don't worry. Reinforce the walls under the excuse of city maintenance. In fact, it should make your folk feel better thinking you are training them to handle a worst case scenario in the future. I know I would feel relieved."
"Perhaps that is an idea," she notes with interest. "I do not wish to cause unwarranted alarm among the people nor rile up the troops. Should we start such things under different pretenses, we would make a compromise halfway between both ends. I shall consider it."
"That's more than I could hope for. I just don't want to see what could have happened that night actually become real. This country needs a leader like you." I pause. "More importantly, your family needs you."
She smiles sadly. "I am but one woman."
"And an extraordinary one at that! Look what you've done in all your years! I've only managed to roll a Cannoli properly. If I had half the pizzazz you do, I'd be a far better woman."
"Robin, you already are."
I start to feel the heat of embarrassment crawl up the back of my neck. "Not like you are."
Emmeryn looks deep in my eyes and speaks strongly, never breaking sight with me. "The size and number of your accomplishments do not measure you as a person Robin. I have met far better people on the streets than those who are the most decorated individuals in my guard. And from the conversation I have had today with you, I can see you are far more remarkable that you give yourself credit for."
I must look dumbstruck. When did I ever imply that? I'm new to this hero thing. What have I done besides kill a few Risen and push a priest around? Alright, maybe I'm not giving myself enough credit. Such praise seems a bit unreal to me all the same.
"You doubt me? Perhaps I can convince you otherwise." Emmeryn backs up from her chair and goes to refill her cup. She gestures to my empty one but I politely refrain from more. She quietly does her business before returning to her seat. The sound of her spoon hitting the sides of her cup as she mixes her tea blends with her voice as she speaks.
"When my brother asked you why you had helped the Shepherds in Southtown despite having no previous experience, all you said was that it was the right thing to do. More specifically, it is what a human being is suppose to do."
"Aren't they?" I counter in confusion.
"Indeed, but most do not. You were not qualified to handle such a dangerous situation. It is not wrong at all to have hidden yourself for safety or run for the protection of those who do. Yet, you charged in and aided anyway. In a rather selfless move that nearly had you killed, you protected a young woman and her son from a practiced fighter twice your size."
She taps the spoon dry of excess droplets and sets it aside. "If that was your reaction then, what of your reactions in the past? I fail to see this as an isolated incident given this is a personal philosophy of yours. I have to wonder how many you have unknowingly aided as fellow stranger or neighbor in the past. Perhaps none have been as monumentally life-changing as this, but the amount of small things over a lifetime can add up to just as much."
"I..."
"I have more admiration for the little known individuals such as yourself I see every time I walk the streets than those among my whole army. All people are born inherently good Robin. That is how the gods created us. As we grow, that good is sometimes lost under the rise of other things. Our needs and desires can outweigh or twist that good, but it never disappears."
Emmeryn's eyes stray away, deep with a wisdom I'm envious of. "Some, such as yourself, still cling tightly to that good, though it is unknown to you. You forget it is there. Your everyday kindness is masked under the guise of common civility. Holding open the door for those behind you, picking up dropped goods from another's basket, performing deeds for the incapable, actions that are nothing but chores and hindrances to some. But to you, and others like you, it remains whole and true."
"When my brother asked for advice on what he should believe after your discussion, I told him this. I said to trust you. I do not see how there is something to fear from an individual such as yourself who is still inherently good at her very core."
Excuse me. The brain server has shut down. Please wait as it reboots...
My mouth is slightly agape and eyes wide in surprise as she finishes her speech. "I believe Naga gifted my brother in the same way our ancestor was. Chrom has a gift to see people and sense the greatness they can achieve. He does not scout for members of the Shepherds. Everyone of his men and woman were individuals he met who impacted him in some way on first impression. I told him that when he met you, it was that quiet goodness from deep within that captured his attention."
"And that, despite all the uncertainty of your past and whatever it may or may not be you have told us, such doubts cannot be measured when your nature is already clear and apparent to us. We have all faulted, but the good in us is what is worth remembering and believing in."
…...
No one has ever said anything to me like that. Ever.
I...
"Shit," I whisper. There's a lump of raw emotion stuck in my throat as I bat my eyes at the sudden wetness caught in the corners of them.
The other woman looks half amused, half surprised by my exclamation. "That's an interesting reaction."
"What can I say?" I choke out.
"You need not say anything. You were only hearing fact after all."
My voice fails me and I can only stare down at my feet beneath the table. My ability to coherently think and speak is gone. All I can figure out is that I'm not in danger. I still have a place in Ylisse with these people despite our hiccup and that's just plain amazing.
And if there was any doubt before, there's none now. After that, Emmeryn is never, ever going to die. I swear on it.
"It seems I've left you wordless," I hear her state good-naturedly as she stands. The Exalt crosses over to the room Frederick had exited to. "Perhaps it is best we stop here for the day."
I wouldn't mind. But before we end our talk, I wonder...
"Emmeryn, before I go, may I make a request?"
She pauses on the door handle and turns. "What is it you wish?"
"Can I see Marth?"
"That is an interesting request, though a fair one. You are concerned for her health?"
"Yeah. I mean, I just want to talk to her about that night. She was right there with me the whole time. I couldn't have made it through without her. I just think that if I can discuss it with her then maybe..."
She stops me. "I understand. If it will help, I will allow it. I will have it arranged for the two of you to meet the day after tomorrow."
That long? I'd rather not wait when I have all my information together and ready. "Not to be pushy, but why not tomorrow?"
"Because we will be busy tomorrow." She offers a knowing glance. "As will you."
"Excuse me?" I startle.
"You will see. For now, we will draw our conversation to a close. I feel we both have much to reflect on."
Emmeryn slips through the door before I can protest, her call for Frederick echoing.
What the heck does that mean? Nobody told me I was expected to be somewhere tomorrow. Is something happening? A holiday maybe? I'll have to ask when I get back to the healing rooms. If it was though, why the secrecy? Surely Emmeryn would have just told me. What else could be occurring though? Jeez, now I've got nervous butterflies fluttering in my stomach. This is going to bug me all night. At least I can focus on getting together everything I want to say to Lucina. There's a lot of it. But by putting together our brains, we can finally figure something out. Hopefully.
A/N: So guess what guys! It's almost March 8th. That means Cycle will be one year old!
Seriously, whoa Can you believe it? One whole year since I started this pet project. I was perusing this same section last February dreaming of having at least twenty-five followers by this same time the following year. Look where we're at now though! I'm simultaneously laughing and tearing up right now. You're all amazing. Talking with you all, reading your stories, exchanging ideas...It's been one helluva ride. I wish I could articulately put how much gratitude I have for this community. Cycle has helped refuel a passion I thought long lost and given me confidence in a number of ways. It's liberating to be able to write something I love for a game that I hold so close to my heart. It's even more amazing to see others, worldwide even, enjoy that sensation alongside me. I can only hope that what I write here or what I review back to others is just as helpful and meaningful to you as your support and ideas have been for me. Here's to another year of great writing and inspiration!
So thank you all for everything. I wish I could name every last reviewer, follower, and stealth reader I have but the list would take forever. But I remember and appreciate all regardless!
Special thanks to TheGiantRock who tossed this story up on . As a Troper myself, I couldn't be more thrilled! And a shout-out to seashellsally and her story The Gaiden Chapters for always giving me a reason to come back to this site. Yours is a rare treat and I'll be forever jealous of your battle scenes :)
So with the sappy stuff aside, I'll bid you all farewell. Peace out!
Review Responses -
flusion – Wow, thank you! I take a lot of pride in doing every ounce of justice I can to the characters and world, so it always pays off to know someone is loving it as much as I am. I'll keep doing what I can continue delivering awesome chapters!
ArcherShirou – Thanks! Here's a thumbs up to you in appreciation for your kind words!
Titan127 – Poor Maribelle indeed. I hated doing that to her. Thankfully she's a tough gal and she's got Lissa at her side to make things better. Glad you liked everything else too. Cordelia is just smashing and finally getting her in the story made me happy. I can't wait to write her.
Arthogawa – Fun fact, I wrote this chapter with Kellam totally in mind. I wanted him to get a central viewpoint in it to give him some more star power. We haven't really seen him (no pun intended) since the Arena fight. Giving him a little bit more depth besides the obvious gag stuff is what I aimed for.
Ah, snap. Lucina's chapter is probably going to be long, aggressive, and lots of fun to write. You're probably right on a number of things and there's going to be some advancements for sure there. Robin's healing arc ends next chapter so things are about to get rolling. Anyway, great review! I loved your insight into everything and glad you appreciated all the little details!
King Keith (and Ms. Vaike) – I love Nethys. Like really, really love Nethys. If you ever watched the Avatar series (Last Airbender/Korra), I designed Nethys to sort of be this world's answer to the Beifong family. Namely Lin. Badass, no-nonsense chicks doing it like it is. If she's like your friend, then give her a high-five and welcome her to the Badass Boss Club. :)
Ooo, I'm glad you're starting to like Virion! I did take a different spin on his character, really rolling with his hidden strategist side. I think there's a lot the game could have done with him and his role in Valm, much like with Say'ri. I'm hoping I can invoke that later on as he's the only eyes an ears Ylisse and Ferox have to that plight until they actually set foot on Valmese soil. As for Cordelia I-...oh my. Well then, good luck with that essay. And a solid hello to your friend Ms. Vaike as well. Thanks for all the support!
QwertysHuman – I...I did NOT know that! Not until I finally got back from vacation shortly ago and read these reviews! Holy catfish! Thanks for taking up the chance to read my story though! I'm glad you've enjoyed it thus far! Donnel will definitely show up! If all goes well, it will be soon! I just have to fit in his introduction at the right time is all.
Hm, I could probably do the Cordelia thing. Robin's been rooting on Sumia in the background so I don't see why she wouldn't do so for Cordelia either. Not sure how yet but I'll throw it on my to-do list and see what I can come up with. And have no fear for her or Cordelia, I have some fabulous screen time planned for them in the next arc. As for the time line resetting, it is a vague shout out to soft resetting levels when things tank. I believe the running joke is other Robin keeps resetting to clear all supports. Spoilers: Morgan will have rainbow hair for every dad he had XD I'm staying mum on the kids statuses, but that would be sweet to see some reunion scenes.
As for your suggestion, already implemented ;) Check back in the next chapter.
Raiden312 – Unless Robin screws up, no Shepherds will be in direct risk until the start of the Plegian War. Maribelle is the first fatality mentioned I believe. Wow, writing that now, I realize Maribelle's sort of blessed with suck. Poor thing. We'll have to fix that, won't we? Speaking of people in the same boat, Kellam's got his own pickle. I don't think his thing is explicitly explained so the developers let you have your own head canon on the ability. I've got my own idea so maybe I'll use that as an angle later. Hm.
A Shadow's Lament – Shadow, you have no idea how nice it is to slowly acclimate back into not-angsty Robin. I missed happy things D: Nethys is the queen of tough love and doing the hard stuff so it's thanks to her I can get back to our regularly scheduled snark. Yes!
Ha, considering Robin's already fought demons and waged wars, she might as well finish off the story summary and solve the dating problems too. Considering half the Shepherds seem to be involved in some sort of drama, someone will have to step in and save the day! Love guru Virion can help provide the kama sutra advice when needed. Maribelle and Kellam though...Broken feels everywhere. I feel like such a horrible author sometimes. We'll call this cycle: Fix All the Things, so no one is left sad in the end!
Zarelyn – Thanks for reading the story! Especially getting through all the chapters! Ooo, keep theorizing the main mystery of the plot. It keeps things juicy. The clues will continue to come so I hope all the pieces begin to make sense!
M-meistiNator - :o
Wow. Wow. Thank you. I always get ruffled with comments like that. I am so, so happy you like the story that much. Gives me faith in my writing skills! Having a realistic, main character who can question her actions and learn from mistakes is the hardest, if not most rewarding thing, when writing a story. Relating through them, and having others do so, drags you into the story and makes it mean so much more. Allowing others to enjoy this roller coaster along with me is the best sensation ever! And bonus points for creating an attractive story summary as I've experienced the toughest parts of any story is creating the hook and main title.
I'll keep pounding out chapters that I hope to be just as addicting as before. And when these final credits roll, hopefully it will have been a wonderful ride. Thanks so much again!
Mr. Wobbly – Aw, thanks. Glad you liked them! I want to really embrace the tactician element of Robin's nature and that includes well thought out plans! While some are definitely okay to make on the fly, serious ones like this will require her to spend time making it work! And good comparison. Kellam literally was just that. Push him anywhere and you're guaranteed to be hidden from sight, ha ha!
Guest (from before!) - Hello once more! May I say that I agree with you on Cordelia. Her role in the game reminds me of a particular myth where there was once a princess that was considered so perfect and beautiful by human standards that all men admired her. But she seemed so far above them, none would pursue her for fears of being unworthy. The way people dwell on Cordy's own perfection, skills, and beauty reminds me of that. Suffice to say, Chrom is an even bigger blockhead here for not noticing her. For shame! And yes, I love answering reviews! It's the least I can do for someone spending their own time to write words of encouragement or critique, especially when they have something scintillating to say! Thanks for reading and I hope you do continue to find enjoyment from here on.