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"You are the ocean's gray waves..." 

A beautiful, melodic voice drifts through the darkness, teasing at Corrin's consciousness. His eyes slowly drew open, but there was nothing but darkness. 

"Destined to seek life beyond the shore, just out of reach..."

The darkness drifted like mist, curling around a figure before him. He caught a glimpse of long, blue hair and glistening golden eyes before the darkness closed again, and everything grew blurry. 

"Yet, the waters ever change...flowing like time, the path is yours to climb..." 

The voice faded into the darkness, and a hot breeze washed over him, filling his nostrils with the scent of blood. The darkness parted again, opening like an unfolding scroll and revealing a battlefield. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers lay strewn across the field, their weapons and armor broken, their corpses mangled. Thousands more fought against each other, the tattered banners of Hoshido and Nohr flapping overhead. 

And before him, battling with all their might, was his brother, Xander. And facing him, an unfamiliar man wielding a sword crackling with lightning. Their blades clashed in an explosion of lightning and shadow, and Xander's horse retreated a step. 

"Xander!" he cried, reaching out a hand towards his brother. "Brother, no!" 

The darkness swept in again, and when it cleared, he was standing between the armies. Xander on his left, the other man on his right. Behind his brother, he could see his other siblings. Camilla with her arms folded, Leo fidgeting with his tome, and Elise with her hands clasped together, tears in her eyes. 

Xander met his eyes and called, "Your home is with us, Corrin. Come with me to Nohr!" 

"No!" the other shouted, tightening his grip on his sword. "Do not be fooled by their words. Join your true family in Hoshido!" 

Corrin gasped as the scene evaporated, the last image of his brother and the unfamiliar man, their hands outstretched toward him. The world dissolved into blackness again, and he felt like he was falling. The dark mist billowed around him like smoke, choking and suffocating. 

"Corrin," a soft, beautiful voice said, breaking through the gloom.

A light shone through the darkness, drawing him forward into another scene. He lay in a large, four-poster bed with downy red sheets. Warm bodies surrounded him, pressing against his skin from all sides. Slowly, his eyes blinked open, and he looked up into the face of the one who called his name. Or, at least he tried. Something else caught his attention first.

“Wha–?” 

Above him were two, perfectly shaped breasts, tipped with perky, pink nipples. They bounced slightly as the woman took a breath and leaned over, meeting his gaze. Her eyes were a glistening gold, her hair long and blue, matching what he saw in his earlier vision. When she called his name again, he finally recognized her voice as the one singing that mysterious song. 

“Azura?” he mumbled, uncertain where the name came from.

She smiled tenderly and stroked his hair, letting him rest his head against her soft thighs…. It was only then he remembered the other bodies around him and lifted his head, staring around in disbelief. 

Flora and Felicia were the first to meet his gaze. They cuddled against him, hugging his arms, their breasts pressing onto his biceps. More women surrounded him, sitting on the mattress or standing by the bed, all gazing lasciviously at his very naked body. He felt a pressure on his cock and looked down, eyes widening in shock. 

" Someone's happy to see us," Camilla said, favoring him with a sultry grin.

His older sister lay between his legs, bare breasts pressed firmly around his cock. He’d been pleasantly entranced by Azura’s bust, but he couldn’t tear his eyes from Camilla’s. They were huge and soft, enclosing the bottom half of his bulging cock. The head of his large member jutted a few inches from her cleavage.

Another woman lay beside her, shyly flickering her tongue over the protruding head. Her face flushed as their eyes met and she quickly looked away. She had a lithe, slender build with short, tousled hair and modest breasts.

"Stop staring,” the red-haired woman muttered.

“Oh, Hinoka, who’d have thought such a brave, noble, warrior princess would be so shy?” Camilla laughed and ruffled her hair.

Corrin gasped as Camilla’s hand weighed on Hinoka’s head, pushing her lips over the head of his cock. But before he could respond, a woman’s voice caused his head to turn. He recognized Peri and Selena, his older sibling’s retainers.

“He’s so hard! Like a spear ready to pierce the heavens!” Peri said with an excitement that seemed more relevant to the battlefield.

Selena snorted and rolled her eyes. “He’s a man, so, uh, obviously. But…” she hesitated, playing with one of her twintails. “He’s, um, o ur man .”

Elise’s giggle filled the room. He glanced over to find her holding hands with a small, pink-haired girl. 

“There’s so many of us, Sakura!” Elise said, giggling. “Do you think we’ll ever get a turn?”

“D-do you think he wants us? I mean, um,” Sakura, he assumed she was named, stammered, “Just look at everyone. Even Hana came to–”

“Please, milady, leave me out of this,” a slender, brunette woman said, tossing her hair. “I’m only here to make sure he doesn’t ravage you. He’s a Nohrian, after all.”

“Aw, come on. You like him too!” Elise said with a twinkle in her eyes. “Ever since you…”

More voices joined them, each of the women clamoring for his attention. Flora and Felicia kissed his cheeks. 

"So many to choose from," Felicia purred, stroking his chest with her hand. 

Flora nodded, nuzzling him with her cheek. “Which one of us will be the first to bear your children, milord?”

An older, more mature woman with breasts equal to Camilla’s laughed, leaning over to tap him on the forehead. “Perhaps a Divination?”

“Peace, Orochi, let us allow him a chance to choose himself,” another woman said, laying a hand on her shoulder. 

“Come on, Kagero, you’re no fun,” Orochi said, rolling her eyes. “Aren’t you excited to see who he chooses first? All of us ladies waiting for a turn with Dragon Boy…. I have a feeling he’ll be uniting Nohr and Hoshido in a slightly different way than Lady Mikoto envisioned, hee hee.”

Dragon Boy? 

Corrin frowned, but the question fled his mind as his maids suddenly kissed him again, this time on the lips. Their breasts rubbed against his body, their skin soft as silk. Their fingers left little trails of ice across his skin, sending tingles racing down to his bulging cock. 

"Lord Corrin," Felicia murmured.

"The choice is yours," Flora finished. 

The darkness closed in again, stealing the warmth of the many bodies pressed against his. The cold touch of the ice maids lingered on his skin, growing stronger as he started to wake up. The dream faded from memory, leaving only a lingering feeling of euphoria. 

"Good morning, milord." Flora and Felicia's voices merged into one harmonious greeting.

He opened his eyes, blinking blearily in the morning light. The cold hit him a second later, and he sat up gasping, clutching at his chest. His fingers came away wet, and a few clumps of ice tumbled from his shirt. 

"Gah!" he exclaimed, eyes widening. "I'm awake! I'm awake!" 

Felicia burst out laughing. "That's how we wake up slugabeds in the Ice Tribe!" 

"Well, I'm definitely awake now," he muttered, rubbing his head. 

"Greetings, milord," Jakob said from across the room, bowing stiff and low. "And Felicia, please, mind yourself." 

Gunter's chuckle rumbled from the corner, the old knight wearing a faint smile. "Good to see you three in such good spirits. Though, milord, your spirits might be a bit too good, if you catch my meaning." 

Corrin froze as he caught sight of a rather noticeable bulge in the sheets. Flora and Felicia swept over him, adjusting the sheets to hide his arousal. A light pink flushed their cheeks. Jakob coughed and adjusted his necktie, pointedly looking away. 

"It's not what you think," Corrin stammered, blushing red. "I had this dream, and well..." 

He rubbed his head, and the old knight chuckled again. "A good night's sleep then." 

"Gunter, please have a little dignity," Jakob said, glaring at the knight. “Milord's servants must exceed the highest standards of nobility. I would ask that you remember that, especially given the circumstances." 

Jakob gave the old man a look, and Corrin's heart skipped a beat. 

"Given the circumstances?" he asked. "What do you mean? Did something happen?" 

Flora took his hand, helping him from the bed. "It is time for you to meet with Lord Xander. Or have you forgotten?" 

"Xander's here?" Corrin smiled widely. "It's been so long since I've seen him. Where is he? We're not late, are we?" 

"Peace, milord, it’s still early," Jakob said. "Perhaps we should have let you sleep in." 

Felicia laughed. "I'm not sure I like you having that kind of dream about me, anyway." 

His pink-haired maid winked at him, and his face flushed even hotter. 

"He didn't deny it?" Flora asked, tilting her head. "And here I thought you'd be dreaming of me."

"I didn't–well, I mean, it's not like I–" 

"So, both of them, eh?" Gunter asked, turning to stare at Corrin. "A good night, indeed." 

"Relax, milord," Felicia said, patting him on the shoulder. "We’re just teasing. You're so cute when you're flustered. Don't you agree, Flora?" 

Flora smiled and nodded. "Quite so, but we shouldn't make fun of him. It's unbecoming." 

The maids both giggled, and Corrin turned even redder. They took his hand, one in each of theirs, and led him from the bedchambers to the bathroom. He felt his heart skip a beat when they began undressing him, their slim, cool fingers brushing against his skin. He couldn't help but remember his dream and the way they cuddled and kissed him all over. The bulge in his pants didn't go away either, but they refrained from commenting. His maids' own cheeks glowed a pretty pink. 

There was only one reason Xander came to visit, so he had Flora and Felicia dressed him in his armor. It was a gift from his father, a beautiful work of black and gold segmented plates. Even after their roughest training session, it only ever needed a little maintenance. Xander had once told him it belonged to him when he was training, too. Apparently, it was a symbol of young Nohrian royalty before they ascended to full Nohr Noble status.

Sometime later, after getting dressed and ready, Corrin and his retainers made their way to the great hall, where his siblings waited for them. As they grew closer, his excitement grew, and he jogged the last few steps, bursting through the doors and catching sight of them. His eldest brother, Xander, stood talking to Camilla, Elise, and Leo. Their retainers waited behind them. 

"Corrin!" Elise cried, noticing him first. She skipped over and threw her arms around his neck, dangling a few inches off the ground. 

Corrin stumbled back a step from the impact, nearly falling to the ground. "You're all here!" 

He embraced her, struggling not to think about her presence in his dream. She seemed determined to remind him, however innocently, and pressed her body close to his, her head resting against his chest. His hands had somehow ended up on her waist, lifting her off the ground. Her legs dangled, kicking in the air, and his face flushed. 

"I've missed you so much, Corrin," she said, rubbing her cheek against his chest. 

Camilla walked over and wrapped them both in a hug. Corrin's breath caught as her breasts filled his field of view, threatening to burst from her armor. 

"Oh, Corrin, I'm so happy you're here!" she exclaimed, kissing him on the forehead. "We're all so glad to see you. Aren't we, Leo?" 

Leo and Xander came over, and Elise and Camilla let go, allowing him to greet his other siblings. 

Leo nodded. "Brother."

"You've grown much," Xander said, looking him up and down. "Are you ready to show me what you've learned?" 

"If it's alright with you," Corrin said, nodding. "I'm more than ready to leave this dreary place behind." 

"Don't get ahead of yourself," Xander said, "You must prove your strength by beating me." 

"Of course," Corrin said. "To the tower, then?" 

Xander smiled, or at least as much as his stern demeanor allowed. "After you." 

The walk from the great hall to the sparring circle atop the tower was long and normally quite lonely for Corrin. The halls of the Northern Fortress bore little ornamentation, and the spiral stairs climbing the tower were no better. Nothing but cold, dreary stone in all directions. At least the upper floors had real windows, not just the arrow slits of the first. 

Today was nothing like that, and Corrin had trouble even noticing his boring surroundings. His siblings retainers quickly fell in with them, from the colorful Arthur and Odin to the dark, snide Niles. The silent halls were filled with chatter, and even more pressing was the soft warmth of Camilla's big breasts on his arm. She'd taken his arm the moment they'd left the Great Hall, letting her breast bulge against his bicep. 

"Hey, not fair, Camilla! I want to walk by Corrin!" Elise said, puffing out her cheeks. "I don't want to walk up the stairs without him!" 

"Now, now, Elise," Effie, her retainer, said, "There's no need to pout. I can always carry you if you get tired." 

Elise stuck her tongue. "You just want to use me for a dumbbell again!" 

Corrin laughed. "I'm always impressed by you, Effie. I can't think of anyone else who trains at the same time as helping their charge." 

Effie missed a step, nearly smacking right into Xander. A faint red crept across her face. "M-milord, I'm hardly worthy of your praise. I, um, didn't know you noticed." 

"Hey, keep your mitts off Lord Xander!" Peri said, frowning at Effie. 

"Don't give me that look," Effie replied. "I simply misstepped. Forgive me, milord."

She bowed to Xander, who raised a hand to Peri. 

"It's fine, Peri. No harm done. But you're awfully quick to come to my defense. Aren't you normally sitting atop the walls, hoping someone's foolish enough to attack us?" Xander asked.

"Ah, I, uh...didn't want to miss it," she said, casting a shy look at Corrin. "He's so....ruthless when he fights. Even if you put him in the dirt every time, milord, I can't wait to see when he gets a real sword in his hands. Just thinking of the bloodshed to follow..." 

She shivered, rubbing her thighs together.

Xander chuckled and shook his head. "I see. Forget I asked." 

Corrin chuckled along with him. They were moving slowly but contentedly. It wasn't often he had so many visitors, and he couldn't deny the attention was nice—especially Camilla's, who only seemed to get closer with every step. 

"Something bothering you, my dear?" she whispered, breath hot in his ear. 

He dragged his eyes up from her cleavage, face hot. "Nothing, just...thinking. It's nice to have you all here. But I hope it's the last time you have to visit me." 

"Oh? Sorry if we’re boring you or something,” Selena, Camilla’s retainer said. “I hope we don’t bother you by watching you duel, too.”

“No, it’s nothing like that. How could I complain when such pretty women come to spectate?” Corrin asked.

Selena almost missed a step, a blush only slightly lighter colored than her red twintails warming her face.  “Y-you…gah, you’re just the same as Inigo. What a tease.”

“ Laslow ,” Laslow said, frowning at her. “How many times are you going to mispronounce my name?”

“Whatever,” she said, tossing her hair.

“But I’m just hoping I win so I can leave this lonely fortress. You won’t have to visit me because I’ll be with you all the time,” Corrin said, smiling at his family.

"Then we'd actually get to go places!" Felicia said, clapping her hands. 

Flora leveled her with a glare. "Quiet, Felicia. It's not a maid's place to speak in the presence of company." 

"Indeed. A powerful assassin never draws attention to themselves," Beruka added, seeming to appear out of nowhere. 

"Ah!" Corrin jumped, "Where did you come from?" 

Beruka's lips curved in a slight, imperceptible smile. "My point exactly. However, Lord Corrin, you should hone your senses better. Outside, many would seek to do you harm. Hoshidan ninjas, for instance, could end you in an instant from the shadows. Should you notice them in time, their threat is easily dealt with." 

"I'll, uh, keep that in mind. Thanks," Corrin said, rubbing his head with the arm not dominated by Camilla.

At last, they reached the top of the tower. The wind was bitter and cold, lifting everyone's hair to dance out behind them. The sparring circle dominated the rooftop, made of hard packed dirt with a white line outlining the boundaries. A faint, pulsing light emanated from the center. 

Corrin stepped into the ring, and Camilla let go of him, blowing him a kiss. Elise ran and gave him a quick hug, looking up at him with bright eyes. 

"Be careful, okay? Xander's strong!"

"Just as we trained," Gunter added, earning a glare from the blue-haired maid. "Watch his counterattacks. They always hit harder than you're expecting. And remember, it’s not the sword, but the swordsman that wins the fight." 

He reached down and ruffled Elise’s hair. "Don't worry, I've been practicing for this for a long time. I won't let him win!" 

"That's the spirit, brother," Xander said with a chuckle. 

The crown prince took his place opposite Corrin and drew his sword. Siegfried, the sword was called, gleamed in the light of the morning sun. Faint wisps of violet light curled around the blade, giving off a faint pressure. 

Corrin took a deep breath and drew his own bronze sword, holding it in both hands. The grip was well-worn and comfortable, a blade he'd used for years now. It wasn't much compared to the royal beauty of his brother's sword, but…it wasn’t about the sword. He would prove just how hard he worked! 

"Be careful, milord," Felicia said, clasping her hands anxiously. 

"Hush, sister. Let him concentrate," Flora said. 

He smiled at them all before setting his shoulders and raising his blade. Xander did the same, and a hush fell over his spectating siblings and their retainers. 

"Come at me, Corrin. Show me what you can do!" Xander shouted. 

Corrin took a deep breath and charged. He closed the distance and swung his blade. Xander caught the blow on his sword, and the two locked together in a shower of sparks. They traded a few blows with neither gaining the advantage, until Corrin raised his sword for an overhead swing. 

Xander grinned and twisted the blade, flicking Corrin's away. Corrin's eyes widened, and he leaped back, barely missing a slash from his brother's sword. He stumbled a few steps before righting himself, and found that Xander hadn't pursued him. 

"Not bad," his brother said, swishing his sword through the air. "Again!" 

They clashed again, then again. Sweat poured down Corrin's forehead, stinging his eyes. His hands grew clammy, every clash of their swords nearly shaking the hilt from his fingers. Xander's blows fell like mountains, and no matter how he attacked, the crown prince never faltered nor slowed. 

At last, Corrin slipped up, and Xander struck his chest with the flat of his blade. He spun backward from the force of the blow, ending up square on his back, the world still spinning around him.

"You're strong, Corrin, but you can't expect to win alone against a superior opponent. Use the dragon vein," Xander called. 

Corrin struggled to his knees and, gritting his teeth, reached a hand toward the shining light in the center of the sparring ring. His blood boiled, resonating with the vein, and power flooded into his body. Grasping the power, he willed the vein to activate, using its strength to craft a rejuvenating mist. It washed over him, leaving only a faint ache where Xander's blows had landed. 

He stood and raised his sword again, finding his brother's smile had grown more approving. Their swords met, a blur of sparks and flashing metal. Corrin's strikes came faster, his parries more assured, and Xander began to fall back. 

In a final burst of action, Corrin lunged low, slipping his sword beneath Siegfried's guard and knocking the blade aside. With a twist, he brought his blade up, resting it beneath his brother's chin. The crown prince's eyes widened, and a faint smile spread across his lips. Silence reigned over the rooftop, and Corrin's breath caught. 

"I did it?" he gasped, stumbling back, his sword falling from his hand. The muffled thump of the blade on the sand brought him back to his senses, and he looked up into his brother's eyes. 

"Well done, Corrin," Xander said, sheathing his blade. "You've earned this victory." 

"Hooray!" Felicia jumped up and down, clapping her hands. 

Flora laid a hand on her shoulder but couldn't keep a smile from her lips. 

"Truly a stunning fight. Care for a drink, milord?" Laslow, one of Xander's retainers, presented him with a waterskin. 

"Thank you. It's been a while since anyone pushed me this hard," Xander said, taking the waterskin. He gulped a swallow before tossing it to Corrin. "Here, brother. Well done." 

Corrin caught it and gulped greedily, washing the dust from his throat. As he squeezed the final drops free, he caught a flash from the corner of his eye and had just enough time to brace himself before he was hit by a flying tackle hug. 

"You did it! You can leave the fortress!" Elise cried, wrapping her arms around his chest. Her head rubbed against his chest, and her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him. "I'm so proud of you, Big Brother! We can all be together now!" 

"Oh, save some for me," Camilla said, sidling up to him and wrapping him in a hug from behind. His face heated up as her breasts ground against his back. "You did wonderful. My brave, strong little brother." 

"Uh, thanks," he managed to say, barely keeping himself from squirming.

It seemed to take an effort, but Camilla finally let go of him. Elise followed suit, and the two girls each took a hand. As they dragged him away, chatting about a victory meal of some sort, he caught Gunter's eye. 

"Well done, milord," the old soldier said with a nod. 

"Indeed," Flora echoed. "Your fighting was impressive as always." 

"More than always!" Felicia said. "He won!" 

Corrin flushed and rubbed the back of his head. "Thanks, everyone. I wouldn't have gotten this far without you all. And thank you, Xander. You weren't going easy on me, were you?" 

"Of course not," the crown prince said, "I would never slight an honorable warrior." 

Corrin nodded, a warm feeling bubbling in his chest. "An honorable warrior, huh? I think I could get used to that." 

The rest of the day passed in a blur, filled with celebration. His siblings’ retinue had brought a feast from the capital in preparation for his victory, and everyone ate and laughed together. Even Leo and Xander enjoyed themselves, breaking their ever-stern demeanors with smiles. 

At last, the night came to an end, and Corrin bid farewell to his siblings. His maids escorted him back to his room, where they helped him change for bed. His eyes lingered on them as they went about their business, drawn to the pale white of their thighs between their short skirts and their leggings. They were beautiful, especially dressed in their tight-fitting maid uniforms, and his thoughts kept returning to his dream the night before. 

"Flora, Felicia," he said as they started to leave. "I, well, thank you. I'm finally leaving this place behind, but I don't think I would have made it without you." 

"It's been a pleasure!" Felicia said with a gracious smile. 

Flora hesitated, her face shadowed. "...right. A pleasure." 

Corrin frowned. "Is something wrong, Flora?" 

She started and shook her head. "No. No, of course not. Please, get some rest. We'll be leaving at first light." 

Felicia and Flora curtsied and left the room, closing the heavy door behind them. Corrin sighed, staring at the door for a long minute. Flora had always been a bit more distant than her younger sister, but she'd been acting strange lately. Wouldn't she enjoy finally getting a chance to live in the heart of Nohr? 

That night, he dreamed of Flora and Felicia again, though this one was a fair bit less prophetic and a good bit more pleasurable. He awoke in the morning, his sheets in dire need of washing and a faint blush on his cheeks. His memories faded, however, when his sisters burst through the door, too excited to even notice. 

"It's time!" Elise cried, flinging herself onto him and giving him a big hug. "We're finally taking you to Windmire!"

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Chapter 2: Windmire

The road through Northern Nohr was dull, endless, and seldom traveled. The region was so far away from anything of importance, the ideal place to hide a vulnerable prince. But to Corrin, it was a path to everything he’d only ever read about, a gateway to wonder and adventure. Intellectually, he knew the landscape outside his carriage was something of a barren wilderness, but every tree, flower and bush, vibrant and visceral. The towering mountain crags dwarfed even the stunted walls of the Northern Fortress, and the rivers held more water than any well could spring.  

They’d left the Northern Fortress in what Xander explained was a cavalcade. Essentially, it was just a convoy of soldiers, horses, and carriages. He sat in a small carriage next to Lilith, with Flora and Felica alongside him. Gunter drove their carriage, keeping them in the middle of the cavalcade. 

It had taken some convincing to get Camilla and Elise to allow him his own carriage, and not get sandwiched between them. As much as he loved his siblings, he wanted a chance to breathe as he viewed the outside world. He was more than a little nervous, too, and felt most at ease beside his beloved maids. 

Even so, it was a little lonely without Jakob. It would have been nice if everyone had come, but someone had to look after the fortress in his absence. It might have been Flora staying behind, as she seemed the least enthusiastic to get out and see Nohr, but even the stubborn butler couldn’t bear to separate the sisters. Maybe, if things went well in Windmire, he’d be able to join them later.

There weren't many farms in the cold, barren lands of Nohr, but the few they passed held people Corrin had never seen before. Once, they even passed a village. There were children there. Like little people. Felica laughed when he pointed that out.

“You were a kid once, too,” she said.

“Don’t speak as if you were any different,” Flora said. “We’re all practically the same age.”

“It’s strange, growing up alongside you both. I don’t ever remember a time when you weren't there,” Corrin said.

“Me too. And I wouldn’t want it any other way,” Felicia said.

Flora silently stared out the window, a small shadow across her face.

The time passed quickly and before he knew it, something rose in the distance. A large, curtain-like wall that stretched across the horizon.

“Is that the castle?” he asked, leaning out the window. 

Gunter turned his head. “No, milord, though the castle is within.”

“It must be Windmire,” Lilith said. 

She’d been strangely quiet throughout the whole journey, her hands clasped in her lap. He’d thought, at first, she was nervous about leaving the Northern Fortress, but she only ever looked anxious when mentioning the castle or the king.

His excitement washed over the curiosity, and he made a mental note to ask her about it later. He leaned out the window again, straining to catch a glimpse of the gate as they approached. Xander and Leo, riding their horses instead of a carriage, rode at the head of the cavalcade, leading a group of paladins and dark knights, as well as their retainers. A head of wild blue and pink hair stuck out amidst the hardened soldiers, catching his eye. As if sensing his gaze, Peri turned and caught him half-way out the window. She winked, a gesture he returned with a smile. 

Pulling back in, he said, “Windmire has a whole bunch of segments within the walls, right?”

“Yeah, that’s what Gunter said,” Felicia said.

“Nohr builds all their cities like fortresses. They love and are always prepared for war,” Flora murmured.

“Maybe they just like being prepared,” Corrin said. 

The cavalcade came to a stop outside the gates. He looked ahead to see Xander speaking with a few guards. They wore armor exactly like that of the soldiers at the Northern Fortress. He’d always found their bowl-shaped helmets funny, if a little awkward. 

Leo cantered by the carriage window. “Are you prepared, Corrin? We’ll likely head straight to the castle.”

“Wait, aren’t we showing him the city first?” Elise’s voice came from behind them.

The princess, chased by Camilla, ran up to them. Behind her, the door to their carriage swung ajar. 

Camilla caught up, placing a restraining hand on her shoulder. “It wouldn't be good to keep Father waiting. You know how he gets, sometimes.”

A shadow crossed Leo’s face. “Indeed. What do you say, Corrin?”

Corrin hesitated, looking between his younger sister's pleading face and Leo. “Uh, if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to see a bit before we get there. Maybe we could take the scenic route?”

Leo snorted. “A funny thing to ask after the long, rather scenic ride from the Northern Fortress. But if you insist, I can't say it wouldn't be good to see the place you're going to call home. I'll tell Xander. He’ll probably take the rest of the company and head to the palace. I’ll instruct a company to stay with your carriages. 

“Let’s ride with them, Camilla!” Elise said. “We can tell them all about the city!”

Camilla’s eyes shifted to Corrin. A smile tugged at her lips.

“Very well, I do so enjoy his company.”

“Yay!” Elise cheered. “Now we can show you everything. The markets are the best!”

“Let’s not get too excited, we can't stay long,” Camilla said. 

Leo shook his head and gave a few orders to the nearby soldiers. A group of cavaliers broke off and surrounded their wagon. Gunter jumped from the carriage and opened the door. Camilla looked around, frowning at the tight quarters. 

“I’ll ride with Gunter,” Lilith said, stepping out of the carriage.

“Then we’ll sit with Corrin!” Elise said. 

She hopped in and all but jumped onto his lap, hugging him around the neck. Corrin squirmed, blushing slightly, her small breasts squished against his chest. Camilla followed, sitting beside him. There was room on the bench, but her thigh went flush against his. It was soft, warm, and thick, chased by the subtle fragrance of lavender.

Gunter shut the door and Leo rode off. A few minutes later, they were passing under the walls. Most of the cavalcade followed the wide road toward the highest section of walls, where the castle was. Their carriage rolled a different direction, taking a populated street around the perimeter of the city. 

The streets were lined with one and two story buildings, with painted wooden signs and doors that seemed to swing open without a handle. A few wagons and horses laden with goods made their way ahead and behind, with foot traffic parting around them. No one really looked at each other, just minding their own business and reacting without any real response. 

“This is the mercantile district,” Elise said, wrinkling her nose. “They're all so boring here.”

Camilla chuckled. “Most of the city is like this, but I'll admit the merchants and tradesmen have a certain lack of enthusiasm.”

“They look kind of sad,” Felicia said softly.

Corrin nodded. There was something about the way their eyes darted at the carriage, narrowing when they came across the royal family's sigil that bothered him.

She shrugged. “Business is hard these days. But that's not something my dear Corrin should worry himself about.”

“The markets are waaay better than this,” Elise said. “Leo says it's where the financially illiterate gather, but I like to call them regular ol’ people. And that’s nothing compared to the underground–”

“Elise,” Camilla warned gently.

“Underground?” Corrin asked. “That sounds interesting.”

“It’s um…nothing too exciting,” Elise mumbled, gaze fixed on her lap as Camilla’s stare intensified. Suddenly, she brightened, leaning back and whispering. “Later, okay!”

The carriage rolled through a checkpoint and another set of walls, waved on by the guards without a word exchanged. Corrin leaned forward in anticipation, joined by Elise and Felicia. Flora hung back in her seat, staring at her lap. She gripped her skirt tightly.

He started to ask if she was feeling alright, when the sights of the markets met his eager gaze. He blinked, taking it all in, before glancing at Elise. 

“It's a little…drab,” he said as tactfully as he could. “It reminds me of the courtyards after everyone leaves.”

“I…why is everyone glaring at us?” Elise asked. ”Did something happen?”

Camilla reached out and laid a hand on her knee. “I told you it's not something for a little bundle of love like you to worry about. Times are hard, and with whispers of war on the horizon, people are nervous.”

The carriage rolled on, leaving the markets behind. 

“I didn’t know there was a war,” Corrin said softly.

“There’s not,” Camilla answered. “But don’t worry. I won’t let anyone hurt my sweet little brother.”

“There’s always a war,” Flora said, staring out the window. “It’s just a matter of where. And with who.”

Camilla frowned at her, and Flora jumped, covering her mouth.

“S-sorry, milady. I spoke without thought.”

Camilla’s stare lingered on her for a long time after that, lips pursed thoughtfully.

Eventually, the carriage made it to the castle. Corrin forgot all about the market experience, mouth parting in a silent gasp. Castle Krakenburg was set in a massive walled pit. It had a towering, central spire with circular walkways and courtyards built around it. The road leading to the front gates was on a narrow, elevated walkway high over the lower courtyards. Though it was day, the castle felt shrouded in shadows, with flickering yellow lights in the windows. It had a vaguely ominous feeling, sending chills down his spine.

“My rooms up there,” Elise said, pointing to a slender, spear-like spire on the edge of the castle.

“You’ll have to show him later,” Camilla said. “First, we must greet Father.”

The carriage came to a stop outside the central tower. A few other carriages were being unloaded and their horses cared for, the last of the cavalcade being disassembled.

“Ah, Corrin. You made it,” Xander said as they exited the carriage. 

“Was the city as you expected?” Leo asked.

Corrin shrugged, not quite meeting their gaze. “It was…different. There were so many people...”

“Come, you three,” Gunter said to Corrin’s maids and Lilith. “We must go and prepare milord’s room.”

Camilla draped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him close. “We’ll take care of him from here.”

Felicia, Flora, and Lilith gave low curtseys before following the old knight into the castle. A small pit formed in Corrin’s stomach as they disappeared. Something about Windmire and the castle itself was unsettling. It was almost exactly as his siblings had described it time and time again, yet it just felt…off. The last thing he wanted was to be parted from his maids.

“Come, brother. Father waits,” Xander said.

He took comfort in his siblings' presence, letting them lead him into the depths of the castle. The architecture and interior design was consistent with what he’d known in the Northern Fortress. It was simple and militant, lacking the pomp and pretense of the palaces he’d read about in books. The most interesting thing was the constant dragon theme and decor, like carvings in the walls and small statues of the Dusk Dragon, the patron deity-like being of Nohr.

The throne room came far too quickly. Corrin took a deep breath as a stationed guard opened the grand doors, letting them in. The inside was dark and cold. A throne, exuding power and presence, dominated the room. His father, King Garon, sat atop it, head in his hands. Corrin had few memories of his father, yet he felt worn compared to his previous impressions. His hair was whiter, eyes sunken, and skin sallow. He wore his armor, as Xander said he often did, despite rarely entering combat himself. 

The king looked up as they entered. There was a terrifying look in his eye, like the terrifying depths of the fabled Bottomless Canyon, or the eternal storms that swirled above Nohr. His expression softened when he looked at Corrin, a small smile warming his face.

“Welcome, my children,” King Garon said, rising from his throne.

Camilla gave Corrin a gentle push. He stepped in front, bowing low.

“I’ve come as you’ve asked, Father,” he said with a calm that surprised even himself.

He stiffened as he felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked up into the king’s eyes.

“You’ve grown,” King Garon said softly. “You’ve become strong. A fine young man. I heard you even managed to defeat Xander.”

Corrin’s throat closed, his heart skipping a beat. “I-I thank you for your praise, Father. But it was only a sparring bout, and Xander was going easy.”

Was this real? Was his father truly praising him?

“Nonsense. A warrior takes his victory regardless of the circumstance. In fact, the more favorable the better,” the king said with a smile. 

King Garon’s hand rose, patting his head as if he were a child. Corrin couldn’t bring himself to protest. There was something inside him that held him fast, something that remained of his childhood self that had once yearned for such a touch.

“Me too, Father!” Elise cried, bouncing forward.

King Garon’s eyes widened as she grabbed his other hand, bringing it to his head.

“Aren’t you proud of me, too?” she asked, looking up at him with pleading, desperate eyes.

“Ah, yes, of course,” Garon said slowly.

Elise all but purred, rubbing her head against his palm. 

Leo cleared his throat. “Elise, please. Try and act like the adult you technically are. And Father, what exactly did you have in mind for Corrin?”

Garon’s hand retreated, as did the warmth in his expression. He whirled, taking a seat in his throne, leaving both Corrin and Elise leaning forward. Corrin looked up, frowning. What was the matter? Had he done something wrong? Maybe Father was just embarrassed, but no, that couldn’t be it. 

Garon settled on his throne, clutching his head. He muttered something under his breath, and his eyes…shifted. There was no other way to describe it. It passed quickly, and when he looked up, he was back to his stern self. The warmth from before was gone, but there was no indication anything had just happened.

“I’m pleased with your progress, Corrin, and your skill will not be wasted. I trust you have heard we are at war with the kingdom of Hoshido?” Garon said.
Corrin gasped, glancing at Camilla. She wore a soft frown, staring hard at the king.

“I’d heard rumors,” he admitted, returning his gaze to his father. “Is it really that bad, Father?”

“Hoshido has done nothing but threaten our borders, child. They are a danger and a menace beyond anything our kingdom has known. Were it not for our tradition of strength, we might have been brought to the edge of ruin,” King Garon said.

“I want to help, then,” Corrin said, firming his jaw. “I won’t let them hurt anyone.”

King Garon’s lip curved in a smile. No, a grin. “Good. I shall provide a chance for you to prove your metal to my court. Tomorrow, at first light, report to the arena.”

“Yes, Father, I understand.”

Corrin looked to Xander, unsure if the audience was over and they should leave, but King Garon raised his hand. 

“Our family holds the power of the Dusk Dragon, Corrin. Each of your siblings is powerful beyond imagination, capable of defeating armies on their own.” His eyes drifted to Elise. “Well, most of them. Regardless, you shall wield that power in defense of this kingdom. To prepare you for such, I grant you this gift.”

A glowing purple blade appeared in King Garon’s hand. He opened his palm, releasing the grip. The blade floated on its own, carried by astral winds to Corrin’s hand. He accepted it, gingerly hefting the weight.

“Ganglari, a blade from a…different world,” King Garon said.

“It's beautiful,” Corrin whispered. 

“Indeed. A generous gift,” Xander muttered, frowning. Corrin was too enraptured by the blade to notice.

“Now then, I give you the rest of the night to settle in,” King Garon said. “Do not disappoint me tomorrow, boy.”

Corrin bowed again, as did the rest of his siblings. Xander turned and led the way out the door, settling in his mind whether the audience was over. As they left, Corrin looked over his shoulder, finding his father with his head in his hands again, muttering to himself.

“I can’t believe he gave you a sword!” Elise said, bouncing beside him. “He even patted our heads!”
Xander nodded. “Truly. For a moment, it was as if the old…no, never mind. It was a good experience.”

“Well, Corrin, perhaps you’d like me to show you around the castle?” Camilla asked.

He nodded. “I’d like that. Perhaps I could see each of your rooms? I want to know how you all go about living here.”

Leo sniffed. “It’s nothing remarkable, merely a place to stay between missions and battles.”

“You can see my room. I’m certain you’ll love what’s inside,” Camilla said with a smile.

“I’m afraid I have matters to see to tonight,” Xander said. “But perhaps we can gather for a meal after your battle tomorrow. Peri might not look it, but she’s a remarkably talented cook.”

“Then visit me after Camilla!” Elise said, clapping her hands. “I’ll go get ready now!”

Elise scurried off, chased by her retainers. Camilla chuckled.

“That girl…” she said.

Camilla’s chambers were in the eastern wing of the castle. Selena leaned against the door as they approached, wearing her usual tunic. She tossed her head, sending her crimson twintails bouncing.

“You’re finally here. We waited forever ,” she said.

“Patience. Royals do as they must," Beruka said, materializing from the shadows further down the corridor. 

“Be kind to my Corrin,” Camilla said. “He’s still new here, after all.”

Selena grunted. “Fine. You might as well come in. Not that I want you to, or anything.”

Inside, Corrin expected a large room with, perhaps an adjoining dressing room or something. What he wasn’t accepting was a small complex of chambers, from servant’s quarters to a private dining room. Large fireplaces blazed in each room, filling them with smoke, warmth, and light. They sat down in a sitting room, on cushions softer and more plush than anything in the Northern Fortress.

“How was the king?” Selena asked.

Camilla shrugged. “The best we can expect from my father. He’s been…stressed recently.”

“That’s a nice sword," Selena said, nodding at Ganglari hanging on Corrin’s hip.

“A fine blade for a fine warrior,” Beruka said.

Corrin pulled the sword out, holding it in front of them. Power emanated from it, raising goosebumps on his arms. A faint, ominous purple light came from the dark metal.

“A most surprising gift. I’m interested to see what Father has in mind," Camilla said. 

She sat beside him, close enough she practically hugged him. And then she actually did, pulling his head against her chest and stroking his hair. Her large breasts nearly smothered him, firm yet soft against his cheek. His face warmed as he remembered his dream from before, and he adjusted his position, letting the natural folds of his pants cover an embarrassing bulge.

“You spoil him too much,” Selena grumbled.

“What, want a turn yourself?” Camilla asked with a chuckle.

Selena flushed, turning her head sharply. “O-of course not. It’s just…his hair seems soft.”

Beruka nodded. “A gift of all the king’s children.”

Corrin coughed. “So, uh, where are you guys from? What do you like to do here?”

The question pushed them into a conversation that lasted hours. Camilla talked the most, sharing all the things she wanted to do with him. From visiting the gardens to eating at the various restaurants. She seemed to have everything planned out.

When the conversation slowed, he squirmed out of her embrace, if a little reluctant to leave her…warmth behind. 

“Elise is waiting,” he said, bowing at her protests.

“Ah, yes. That’s one of the things I love about you. You’re so sweet and thoughtful,” Camilla said. She made a shooing motion with her hand. “Go on then, don’t keep her waiting.”

He left with a promise to talk later. He found a maid cleaning the hallway outside and got her to lead him to Elise’s chambers. He couldn’t help scrutinizing her from behind as they walked. She wore a uniform identical to Flora’s and Felicia’s, but…their thighs were a lot better.

He blushed at the thought, having no time to clear his mind before the maid knocked on Elise’s door. The door snapped open and Elise came out, grabbing his hand.

“Come in, come in,” Elise said, tugging him inside.

“Whoah, slow down,” he said, laughing.

She giggled and brought him to a couch, plopping down on his lap. She sat sideways, knees together and legs dangling over his thigh. One of his hands ended up on her hip, the other on her thigh, high enough he wondered how she wasn’t blushing.

“Aren’t you a little old to be sitting on my lap all the time?” he asked, ruffling her hair.

She puffed her cheeks. “Camilla says it’s okay, as long as no one important’s around. You don’t like it?”

“No, it’s not that,” he said, shifting his thighs to hide the slight prick in his pants. “It’s just…never mind.”

“She’s always been like this,” Effie said, standing by the door. “Arthur, please bring those cookies we made.”

“Right away!” Arthur said.

“That’s a fine sword,” Effie said, looking the blade up and down. “Is it heavy?”

“See for yourself.” 

Corrin leaned forward, pulling the blade from its sheath. He handed it to Effie, but she recoiled as she touched it.

“That’s weird. It’s like it doesn’t want me to touch it,” she said, shaking her hand. “No pain, just…yeah.”

“Weird.” 

Corrin returned it to its sheathe. Effie was right. The moment he tried to hand it to her, there was a burst of what he could only call malevolency from the blade. The color and glow was kind of similar to Siegfried, Xander’s blade. Maybe they were similar and he’d have an idea what was going on. He made a mental note to ask him about it tomorrow, after Father’s test.

Arthur returned with a plate of cookies. Elise snatched one and took a big bite, grinning ear to ear.

“Delicious. Here, try it!” 

She pushed the remaining half at Corrin, nudging his lips till he opened. He took it all in one bite, nipping her finger with his lips. She squeaked, hand darting back, and giggled.

“We made them while you were with Lady Camilla,” Effie explained, handing Elise another. 

“Aren’t you going to try one?” Corrin asked.

She shook her head. “I’m planning a three hour workout after Elise gets to bed. It’ll slow me down too much.”

“Three hours?!”

She nodded. “Working out long and hard is required if those without the dragon’s blood in their veins want to keep up. I can’t afford to slack off and fail Lady Elise.”

Elise shook her head. “You could never fail me. You're the best retainer, and even bester friend.”

Effie smiled. “Thank you for saying that. I’ll work even harder to earn your gratitude.”

They talked for a little while longer, until Elise asked Arthur and Effie to clean up the kitchen, leaving the siblings alone. After they were gone, she leaned forward conspiratorially. 

“You know how I said I loved the markets?” she whispered.

He nodded, glancing at the empty doorway. Just what mischief was she up to?

“The truth is, those weren’t the markets I was talking about. There’s an entire city underneath this one.”

“Like in the sewers?” he asked.

She nodded. “Something like that. They call it the underground, where a lot of people live their true lives. Want to see it?”

He pursed his lips, idly stroking her back like Camilla did for him. Sneaking anywhere sounded like a bad idea, especially with his father’s orders for tomorrow, but seeing the true face of Nohr? The last thing he wanted was to have the sullen, angry looks of the Nohrians from the city outside be his only impression of his people. If there was a place where they smiled, laughed, and were lighthearted, shouldn’t he know about it? Maybe he could spread that joy everywhere else, too.

“You don’t think anyone would mind, right?” he asked.

She shook her head, avoiding his gaze. “N-nope! I sneak, er, go there all the time. I even sell flowers!”

He rose, lifting her off his lap and setting her on the ground. For as childish as she acted, she wasn’t all that much shorter than him, the top of her head a few inches under his chin. The perfect height for a sweet, huggable young lady.

Elise creaked the door open, eyes darting down the hallway. The sound of something crashing in the kitchen, and Arthur's shout, caused them to jump. Heavy footsteps thumped beyond the door, and Effie’s voice sounded. 

“Shouldn’t they come?” Corrin asked.

Elise shook her head. “They sound busy enough. We’ll be okay, just the two of us!”

He reluctantly allowed her to take his hand and guide him out. The door clicked shut behind them.

“Come on, this way,” she whispered.

Before they made it two feet, she froze mid-step, and turned sheepishly.

“Err, just a second.”

She tiptoed back into her room, returning a few seconds later with a bundle of cloth. She unfurled it, revealing two cloaks. He took one rather skeptically, holding it up, and raised an eyebrow. The hem barely reached his knees.

“Just put it on!” she squeaked, red with embarrassment. “I don’t have one your size.”

He rolled his eyes but decided to humor her, drawing it tight around his neck. It felt barely more concealing than his cape, but if it helped in her fantasy, so be it. It wasn’t often he got to play with Elise like this, no matter how dubious it may be.

She led him through the hallways. She shushed his footsteps, so he walked softly, on tiptoes. They came to a small servant door near the bottom of the castle, which led to an underground passageway. There was dust in the corners, but the middle of the floor was well-worn by boots and slippers.

“We’re leaving the castle?” 

“Of course, silly. How else are we to get to the underground? It’s part of the city.”

Eventually, they came to another door. Elise opened it and they went into a small room. The floor turned to boards, the wall to cheap paper. Sounds of voices and laughter came through the walls.

“It’s an inn, I think,” Elise said, creeping across the room.

“Inn? Like where people eat and drink?” Corrin asked.

“Right. But Camilla says I can’t drink. Even though I’m old enough.”

He could practically hear the eyeroll in her voice.

“Probably wise. I’ve had little else than wine, and it's not my favorite.”

She opened a door on the far side of the room leading into an alleyway. It was dark outside, but the bustle of the streets was louder than the city above. Just as they were about to go out, a heavy hand landed on Elise’s shoulder, causing them both to jump.

“Finally, caught you,” Effie said, panting heavily. She pulled Elise back, gripping her by the shoulders.

“Ah! Effie, what are you doing here?” Elise asked, staring up in wide-eyed innocence.

“I could ask you the same thing, no? What kind of trouble are you leading Lord Corrin into?” Effie asked.

“She was just showing me the underground,” Corrin said, “She said you wouldn’t mind.”

“Is that right?”

Elise pouted. “Not if you didn’t know…”

“Elise!” Corrin said, but couldn't help chuckling. “I should have guessed. You were acting way too suspiciously.”

“But what I said was true. The people here are allowed to be happy. We’re already here, can’t we at least see some of the underground?”

Effie hesitated, looking at Corrin. He shrugged.

“Might as well. I’d like to see the true heart of Nohr.”

She relaxed her grip on Elise. “As you wish, milord. But I’m accompanying you.”

Together, the three moved out into the underground. They were swept up in the crowd almost immediately, jostled and bumped in all directions. A few wagons rolled by, filled with browning produce and tanned furs. They spent almost an hour wandering around, Effie and Elise showing Corrin all the sights and people. It was remarkable how similar the underground looked compared to Windmire above, yet the people were different. They smiled and laughed, held hands and scolded children running through the streets. It brought a smile to Corrin’s face, and soothed his heart. Elise had been right. 

They ended up in an open market with stalls made of wagons tipped sideways and patched canvas tents. Elise ran up to a stall, dragging the other two behind her.

“Three, please,” she said.

“That’ll be five,” the burly stall-keeper said. 

Elise fished through her pockets, coming up with the money. Corrin watched the exchange with interest. It was his first time watching a trade up close. 

She came away with three meat skewers, handing one to Corrin and Effie. He gave it a try and blinked.

“It’s not bad,” he said. “Better than Felicia, but nowhere near Jakob’s or Flora’s cooking.”

Elise nodded. “The people here don’t have much, but they do the best with what they’ve got. That’s what I like about Effie.”

“You’re too kind, milady,” Effie said.

“Wait, you’re from here?” Corrin asked.

Effie nodded. “Some of the royal children’s retainers come from more humble backgrounds, me more than most. I was struck by Elise’s kindness and joined the Nohrian military. She found me and, well, here I am.”

Elise gave her a hug. “You’re the best I could ask for.”

Corrin smiled at the two and then looked over the market. “I’m amazed there’s so many people here. Are they all hiding?”

“Not hiding, per se,” Effie said. “Lady Camilla said it best. Times are hard, and many are distrustful of some of the king’s actions in recent times. They seem to make life harder rather than easier.”

Corrin frowned. “Hearing we were in a war was certainly disheartening. But I’m sure Father does the best he can.”

“Definitely,” Elise said. “Now, should we go to the–”

Effie placed a hand on her shoulder. “I think we’ve been out long enough. It’s starting to get late, and we shouldn’t keep Lord Corrin out. He has an important task tomorrow, remember?”

“Ah, right. Let’s go,” Elise said.

The return journey wasn’t much to speak of, and Corrin parted ways with the pair before reaching their room. He found another maid to lead him to his own chambers, where Flora, Felicia, Gunter, and Lilith waited.

“You’ve returned,” Gunter said, standing at attention. “We were starting to worry.”

Lilith ran up to him, examining the hem of his cape. “It’s so dirty!”

Felica frowned. “You didn't go outside without us, did you?”

“We, uh…Elise had a few things to show me. We just took a walk,” Corrin said.

Flora sighed. “Let the prince do as he wishes. It’s our role as his maids to help him, not mother him.”

Felicia stiffened. “R-right. Forgive me.”

Corrin smiled, relaxing on a couch. Lilith brought him a cup of tea. 

“There’s nothing to be worried about. I’m just grateful to have such wonderful retainers to come back to.” He sat up. “Oh, I just remembered. Camilla said I’d be allowed to have two of you help me in the battle tomorrow, whatever that might be.”

Lilith raised her hands. “I’m not one for fighting. I’ll sit this one out.”

“Hmm, interesting.” Gunter stroked his chin. “I think it would be good to have you and the sisters fight. You’ve trained together all your lives. You can show us all how much you’ve learned.”

“We won’t let you down,” Felicia said.

Flora nodded. “I will fight, if you ask me to. Not for Nohr, but for you.”

“That’s the same thing, isn’t it?” Corrin asked.

She hesitated, biting her lip. “...functionally.”

“Then it’s settled,” Gunter said. “I’ll have your armor and weapon prepared for tomorrow,” Gunter said. 

He reached for Corrin’s sword, but Corrin held it back. 

“Be careful with Ganglari. It doesn’t seem to like anyone else,” he said.

Gunter raised a white eyebrow. “A sword with a will of its own? You're either blessed or cursed with such a gift.”

“Blessed, for sure,” Corrin said. “Father gave it to me, after all.”

They stayed up a little longer talking, discussing potential strategies and the wonders of the capital. Eventually, Corrin turned in for bed.

He was awoken the next morning by a gentle shake from Flora.

“No ice!” he said, jolting upright. “I’m awake!”

She giggled, adjusting his sheets to cover his waist. He flushed, realizing the movement had revealed a rather noticeable bulge there.

Her hand lingered on his chest, tracing his abs. He blushed, staring at her. Flora seemed listless, eyes glazed.

Her hand jerked back, and she rose, blushing slightly. “Forgive me, milord. Are you prepared for breakfast?”

“It’s not Felicia’s turn is it?” he asked.

“Lilith, I believe. Felicia was getting some training with Gunter in.”

“Oh. Good. Maybe I should have woken up early and joined her.”

Flora shook her head. “We’ll protect you, milord, no matter what challenge the king seeks to give us.”

He smiled. “I’m glad it’s you two with me.”

“Not Gunter?” she raised an eyebrow.

“He’s strong and reliable, but I worry about his age,” Corrin admitted. “He’s been a lot less physical in our training in the last few years. He used to beat me black and blue for hours.”

“Maybe that’s just because you’re getting better,” she said.

“I guess we’ll find out.”

She turned away, giving him privacy to change. After a quick bite to eat, Gunter and Lilith helped him with his armor. The old knight offered to help him warm up with some light sparring, and Flora joined in, too. Between blows, Gunter shared thoughts and speculation on the battle ahead. 

“Now, it's better to sit back and observe an unfamiliar enemy than charge right in,” Gunter said. “Each royal on the battlefield is another battle won, so King Garon will want you on assignment as soon as possible. I suspect this challenge will have something to do with Hoshidan fighting styles, as a true test.”

“What are Hoshidans like?” Corrin asked.

“I’ve faced few not on the field of battle, but I can tell you they are swift and cunning. Where Nohr is a place of strength, Hoshidans favor skill. In an front up fight, a Nohrian cavalry charge can level anything, but Hoshidan ninjas prove difficult to deal with.”

“Ninjas, huh? Do you think Father has some men trained like that? Sparring against them could prove useful, and I–aghh! Flora, knock that out! I’m trying to warm up, remember?”
Flora smothered a giggle, dancing back a few steps. She’d taken advantage of the conversation to sneak attack him with a spray of cold air to the back.

Gunter shook his head, chuckling. “King Garon rarely oversees sparring or training. His philosophy is that the true proof of a warrior is found only in blood and battle. Prepare yourself for something real, milord. Prepare to kill, or be killed.”

“Kill? I’m not sure I’m ready for something like that,” he admitted.

“I pray you are. But we’ll follow you regardless of the outcome,” Gunter said.

They exchanged a few more moves before Corrin put his wooden sword down. He was breathing lightly, a sheen of sweat upon his forehead. He buckled Ganglari to his waist and allowed his servants to dress him in his armor. The dirt had been scrubbed from the fringe of his cape.

“Thanks, Lilith,” he said.

She smiled, curtseying. “My pleasure.”

He grinned. She was always the most particular about his appearance, but it felt nice to guess right. It would have been awkward if it had been Flora or Felicia.

“Are you ready, milord?” Felica asked.

The maid sisters wore their attire as usual, but Corrin knew not to underestimate them. Armor would only slow them down.

“Yes. Does anyone know the way to the arena?”

“If you’ll follow me, milord,” Gunter said, leading the way out of Corrin’s chambers. “I spent many a day there, in my youth. I’d be surprised if the sand doesn’t remember me even now.”

Corrin’s chest tightened as they walked through Castle Krakenburg’s hallways. Sparring against Xander was one thing, but taking an unknown test before Father himself was another. There was no way he’d actually ask him to kill someone, right? That was just too much, even for Father.

“Big brother!” 

He was startled from his thoughts by Elise’s voice. His siblings waited for him together with their retainers. He smiled at Effie and nodded at Beruka and Selena, before embracing his sisters.

“Are you prepared? Father’s test will not be easy,” Xander said.

Corrin nodded. “I am. With this new sword, and my retainers, I’m confident I’ll prove to him the same strength I showed you.”

“Good.” Xander nodded. “Remember: Father does not like being disobeyed. Follow whatever commands he gives, and things will turn out alright.”

Xander nodded at a pair of guards flanking the doors to the arena and they threw them open. It wasn’t packed, fortunately, but many soldiers gathered in the wings, murmuring in low voices. Garon sat with a few important looking nobles in the royal box. Corrin made eye contact with a bare chested man who had arms as thick as his thighs. The man grinned, showing crooked teeth. On the other side of the king was a weasley man with a mask over half his face. Iago, if he remembered right. One of his father’s closest advisors, and maybe one of his tacticians.

“We’ll be cheering for you,” Xander said.

The arena was large and open, with a few ruined stone walls and heaps of rubble strewn about. Something itched in Corrin’s chest as they entered, a familiar, tingling sensation.

“I’ve come as you’ve requested, Father,” Corrin said, striding up and bowing. Flora and Felicia curtseyed low behind him. 

“Good. We’ve recently acquired some Hoshidan trash. Your test is to defeat them,” King Garon said.

Corrin swallowed hard. “Yes, my king.”

Flora and Felicia shifted nervously, sticking close beside him. He shared some of their unease; it was the first real battle any of them had fought in. But he steeled his will, for their sakes as much as his own. He was the prince, here, not them. He had to give them something to rely on, no matter what foe they were set against.

Garon waved his hand and a gate on the far side of the arena opened. It was dark beyond the raising grate, and Corrin squinted. Three figures appeared, two of them slinking in the shadows. The third stalked brazenly out of the dark, folding her arms and glaring around the arena. The cries and jeers of the Nohrian soldiers washed off her stern figure. She was tall and muscular, with strips of cloth wrapped around her breasts, baring her midriff. She had a club strapped to her back, and a strange fire flickering in her eyes.

Flora and Felicia drew knives from sheathes on their thighs. Corrin’s eyes flickered to the movement, lingering on their shapely legs as their dress fluttered back into place. He licked his lips, forcing his gaze back to their opponents. Yeah, those thighs were definitely better than the other maids’.

“Flame tribe,” Flora said, narrowing her eyes. “Damn candles.”

The other two wore loose clothing with scarves, and carried knives tied everywhere around their body. One, with green hair and sharp eyes, had a strangely shaped sword on his back. It looked similar to a bronze sword, yet was thin and curved at the tip.

“Those must be ninjas,” Corrin said, glancing at Gunther in the stands.

As if he could hear him, Gunther nodded in confirmation. Corrin looked at his siblings next, and saw Xander leaning forward, his brow furrowed. Leo seemed unconcerned, idly reading from his tome, while Elise and Camilla looked worried.

“Go. Kill them all!” Garon growled. 

The Flame Tribe woman strode forward taking her club off her back. “I am Rinkah of the Flame Tribe. I will not fight for sport, but for victory. What is your name, that I might remember you after you fall.”

“I’m Corrin,” he answered simply. 

The green-haired ninja looked up sharply. “Corrin? No, that’s not…but those eyes…” He shook his head. “I am Kaze, and this is my fellow ninja, Kotsu.”

The other ninja crouched down, edging around the rim of the arena. Rinkah snorted and gave her club an experimental swish. Embers trailed after the tip, flickering like stars.

“Enough chat,” she said, “Now we fight. Show us your strength!”
She charged forward with a battle cry.

“Allow me,” Flora said, “This fight might be worth it, after all.”

The maid lunged forward, throwing a dagger at the charging woman. Rinkah managed to position her club just in time, deflecting it past her face. The blade left a small slice on her cheek, and a dribble of blood. Small ice crystals spread from the wound, hissing and melting as Rinkah’s power exploded.

“Damn Ice Tribe witch!” she hissed. “I’ll crush you!”

“I’ll handle that Kotsu,” Felicia said. “Think you can hang on against the other ninja for a while?”

Corrin tightened his grip on his sword, slowly advancing toward the center of the arena. “This is supposed to be my test. I can’t let you two show me up.”

Kaze drew his strange sword, falling into a fighting stance. His motions were unfamiliar to Corrin, but they lacked the grace and fluidity Xander and Gunter had. If he had to guess, the ninja was much less practiced with a blade than himself.

“You seem of royal blood,” Kaze said, shifting his sword to hold it in both hands.

Corrin took a deep breath, readying himself. “I am a prince of Nohr.”

The ninja’s eyes widened slightly. Corrin, feeling his lapse, lunged forward. The ninja raised his sword, but was forced back a step by the clash. Corrin followed it up with a vicious slash to the chest, but was repulsed. The two backed a few steps apart, sizing each other up.

“I’ve never heard of a third prince,” Kaze said, trying a few attacks of his own. 

Corrin parried them. “I’ve been rather…sheltered. And to be honest, this wasn’t how I expected things to go. I’m sorry.”

“Apologies have no place in war. We both do what we must,” Kaze said. 

There was no more talk after that. The two exchanged a series of blows, neither the advantage. Corrin managed a small cut on the ninja’s wrist, but suffered a laceration on his shoulder in return. The ninja felt a touch more experienced than him, but there was something about the way the tip of his sword wobbled that gave Corrin confidence. It was never quite where it needed to be, and a whisper too slow every time, forcing the ninja into bad positions. 

Corrin’s blade slammed into Kaze’s, knocking it wide and leaving him open. Before the ninja could recover and bring his sword back between them, Corrin moved to stab at his chest. Their eyes met. Kaze’s irises were gray, and so, so…alive. 

  Kaze used his moment of hesitation to recover, slipping a shuriken out of his sleeve and sending it spinning. Corrin recoiled, deflecting it with the flat of his blade. He cursed himself for losing the chance to end the fight, but couldn't shake the feeling of wrongness. Was he really supposed to kill this man? What had he even done?

A gust of cold wind forced them both apart. Corrin risked a glance to the corner, where Felicia battled the other ninja. They moved similarly, ghosting around the rubble and ruins, throwing knives and shurikens at the other. While their speed was equal, Felicia overwhelmed the ninja by virtue of her ice magic. She threw shards of ice with her daggers, frosted over sections of the floor, and enhanced her own power with bursts of magic. The ninja was forced on the defensive, slipping on ice and taking small wounds. None were mortal, but each drop of blood sapped at his strength.

Flora and Rinkah were much more evenly matched. The maid’s movements weren’t quite as tight as Felicia’s. She lacked the edge and crispness of every flip and maneuver, and her magic held a small range and less potency. Worse, even, was her matchup. Rinkah shrugged off most of her attacks, deflecting daggers and incinerating ice attacks with her fire magic. Corrin was tempted to watch, dazzled by the clouds of steam and bursts of fire and ice, but a sudden strike from Kaze forced his attention back. 

Flora shot occasional glances at him and Felicia. When she got him looking, she gave him a smile, but the expression turned to a jealous pout as Felicia sent her opponent flying. Corrin shook his head, inwardly sighing. It wasn’t a competition. Not against each other, at least.

“You have your own fight, young prince,” Kaze said. “Don’t look down on me too much.”

Corrin winced as he missed a strike and overextended. The ninja’s sword flashed, scoring a bloody slice across his back. He growled in pain, stumbling back a few steps, coming up fast against one of the ruined walls. 

“That’s enough of this!” he said, voice tight with pain. 

He clawed at the strange power he felt on the floor of the arena. A dragon vein responded, filling his body with power. Kaze slashed at him, but a brilliant light flared around Corrin, driving the ninja back. He covered his eyes, holding his sword warily.

Corrin shouted, letting the magic run wild. The light erupted upward, forming a meteor that curved back toward the earth, detonating in the center of the area. Rubble exploded in all directions. Cracks spread through the ground, glowing green with the same power that restored his strength when fighting against Xander. 

He took a deep breath as the healing power flooded him. The sting from his cut faded, and his skin itched as the wound knit together. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Garon leaning forward, a smile gracing his face. Corrin’s heart warmed, and he turned back to the fight, adrenaline burning in his veins.

He looked for Kaze, only to find the ninja holding his arm. His flesh was torn open, a shard of bone protruding from his skin. Blood streaked his wrist, dripping down his fingers. A large chunk of rubble, stained with blood, lay a dozen feet behind him.

“Damn it,” the ninja growled. 

He flipped back, stumbling on the landing, and sheathed his sword. A shuriken appeared in his hand. Before Corrin could react, it was streaking toward him.

He brought Ganglari up, but still dazzled by the light of the dragon vein, misjudged the projectile. It stabbed into his gut. Not deep, but painful. The wound burned, sending fire coursing through his veins, and Corrin remembered, too late, Gunter’s advice.

His vision shook slightly, growing dim in his peripherals. The dragon vein soothed the wound, but it would be minutes before it disappeared entirely. Corrin gritted his teeth and took his sword in both hands, charging Kaze.

An explosion of fire, followed by Flora’s cry, almost distracted him, but Kaze launched another shuriken, securing his attention. His blood boiled for Flora, but he trusted her skills. He had to worry about his own foe.

Kaze retreated, but Corrin quickly closed the distance, deflecting a few more shurikens. One more made it through, but it only grazed his arm. It burned, but it did nothing to slow his strike. Ganglari whistles through the air, leaving a bloody slash across Kaze's raised forearm.

“You’re strong,” the ninja hissed, dancing back. Blood dripped down both his hands now, slicking his weapons. 

He reached for his sword again, but only got it half-way in front of him before Corrin’s sword smashed into him. He caught the edge, saving himself from another cut, but was sent flying back. He hit a pile of rubble hard and coughed up a mouthful of blood. He staggered to his feet, then fell to one knee.

“Too strong,” he coughed, collapsing.

Once he was sure the ninja was down, Corrin turned to assess the battle. The ninja Felciia fought was lying motionless on the ground, covered in bloody cuts and veins of frost. The two maids fought against Rinkah, pushing her back against the wall. She waved her club like a torch, warding them off, but the sisters were happy to stay at a distance and harass her with ice magic and the occasional daggers. There was a singed hole in Flora’s uniform, with blackened skin underneath, but it was cracked and peeling, new skin regenerated by the dragon vein pushing up beneath. 

Watching the two sisters fight side by side made the difference in their skills even more apparent. Felicia moved like a hunting cat, adeptly dodging the burning club. Corrin had sparred against her many times, but watching her serious was something else entirely. Her daggers were like twisting serpents, finding openings everywhere. It was almost like Rinkah’s club was intentionally moving to let them through.

Flora lacked the same martial skill as her sister, which was probably why she’d struggled so much against the berserk Flame Tribe woman alone. But with Felicia taking the focus off her, she held back and resorted to her ice magic. She was as talented with that as Felicia was a dagger, the two complimenting each other beautifully. 

“Ready, Sis?” Felicia called, taking a knife in either hand.

“Ready!” Flora cried. “Let’s snuff this candle!” 

She jumped back, summoning a chunk of ice as big as her head. It hovered an inch above her outstretched hand a fraction of a second before rocketing off. Felicia dove forward, letting the ice pass within an inch of her back. Rinkah, torn between the two approaching forces, tried to dodge, but Felicia had predicted that. While the ice went high, she was low. Her knife flashed and Rinkah cried out in pain, falling to one knee. She clutched at her thigh, blood pumping between her fingers.

Felicia kicked at the staggered warrior’s chest, but Rinkah wasn’t as weak as she seemed. Her club rose suddenly, catching Felicia on the hip. The blow glanced off, but Felica cried out, falling back. Before Flora could come to her aid, she jumped forward, ramming headlong into the maid.

“Heh, take that, snowflake,” Rinkah said, spitting blood on Felicia’s dress. “Keep getting close. You’re just going to melt.”

“Damn it. I told you to watch yourself!” Gunter shouted from the side. “ Never think your opponent’s beaten!”

Rinkah’s fist crashed against Felicia’s side, sending her spinning through the air. She struck a chunk of rubble and yelped, falling limp. She coughed, spitting a mouthful of blood.

“Felicia!” Flora cried. “You’ll pay for that!”

She threw a dagger forward, catching Rinkah in the shoulder. The Flame Tribe woman grunted and reached for the blade, but before she could yank it out, the maid was upon her. Flora’s other dagger slashed, and Rinkah fell back, spurting blood from a cut on her chest. She slipped on a patch of ice, collapsing with a thud next to Kaze.

“And so the flame falls before the ice,” Flora panted, wiping sweat from her brow.

Kaze shook as the woman landed against his arm, eyes blinking open. His pupils were blurry, dilated. They both bled all over and clearly lacked the strength to fight. Corrin released a pent up breath and sheathed his sword, running over to Flora and Felicia.

“Felicia? You okay?” he asked.

She nodded, accepting Flora’s hand. “Did you get that candle?”

“Froze solid.”

The two hugged tightly. Corrin examined her side, and winced.

“Ouch, that’s going to bruise.”

Flora gasped and procured a heal rod from somewhere up her sleeve, whispering some cryptic words. Magic flowed over Felicia, and the ugly discoloration faded.

“Thanks, Sis.” Felicia flashed him a smile, hiding a wince. “Did you see me out there?”

Flora tossed her hair. “It wasn’t bad. They were good opponents…for a few ninjas and a Flame Tribe devil.”

Garon stood from his throne, crying over the cheering spectators. “Good. Now finish them.”

Corrin froze, a shiver running down his spine. He turned, facing his father.

“We’ve won, Father. They’re no longer a threat.”

Garon’s eyes narrowed. “I wasn’t asking. Kill them.”

“No. I won’t do it. I can’t kill someone who’s already defeated.”

“I won’t argue this point. Hoshidans must die.”

Garon raised his hand, launching a fireball of energy. It struck near the downed pair, releasing a shockwave that singed Corrin’s hair. Rinkah and Kaze tumbled back, battered, but alive. 

“What are you doing, Father? I won’t stand for this!”

Garon snorted and released another blast of magic. Moving without thinking, Corrin jumped in its path, sword slicing through the fireball. It detonated, but lacked the same power as before. He staggered back, panting heavily. Little fires danced across the edges of his cape.

“Lord Corrin!” Felicia cried.

“You would defy me?” Garon roared.

Xander’s voice cut across the arena. “Father, forgive him. He doesn't understand the war yet.”

“Then you do it,” the king spat. “You’re the one who was supposed to teach him in the first place.”

Xander winced. Reluctantly, he stood and jumped over the arena wall, drawing Siegfried. 

“Please, step aside, Corrin,” he said.

Corrin shook his head. “I won’t do it. You taught me to be kind and have mercy. Even if there is a war, this is wrong.”

Xander’s face lost all expression. His sword blurred, striking like lightning. Corrin barely got his sword up in time and staggered back. His limbs burned, exhausted from the fight, but he gritted his teeth and straightened, striking a stance.

“Xander, Corrin, stop!” Elise cried, sobbing in the stands. “Leo, please, stop them!”

Leo sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. His book snapped shut, rising to float in the air as he stood. 

“Fine. But I expect you to leave me unbothered for a week after this.”

Corrin tensed as a magic circle appeared around Leo. He stretched out his hand, and unleashed a bolt of verdant magic. He moved his sword to block it, but the magic soared over his head, striking Kaze and Rinkah.

“No!” Corrin shouted. “Why?”
“There, it’s done. Father, let this matter rest,” Leo said, sitting back again. His book floated back to his hand, opening on its own to the same page he’d been reading from.

“This isn’t over,” Garon said, rising and striding away. “I will consider this matter carefully. You have disappointed me, Corrin.”

And then he was gone. The masked advisor by the throne frowned at Corrin, before chasing after the king. The muscled one spat and followed. One by one, the spectating soldiers left, gossiping about what had just happened. Soon, the royals were alone.

Corrin dropped to his knees, sword falling to the arena sand. “Why did you do that? They were already defeated,” he whispered.

Xander sighed, sheathing his blade. “Corrin, there is much you have to learn.”

“But you didn’t have to kill them!”
“I know. That’s why I didn’t," Leo said, stowing his book and joining them. “Look for yourself.”

Corrin turned to face the pair, bracing himself for the worst. He’d seen what Leo’s magic could do, and after Garon’s attack…they were fine. Bloody and battered, but breathing.

“But how…? Why…?” he gasped.

Leo shrugged. “I merely knocked them unconscious. Disobeying Father’s orders only counts if he knows you disobeyed them.”

“Corrin, you must learn to temper your kindness. It’s going to get you into trouble.”

“If it hasn’t already,” Camilla said, sauntering over. She took Corrin by the shoulders looking him up and down. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

Corrin shook his head, unable to look away from Rinkah and Kaze. Whatever wounds he did have had been healed by the dragon vein.

“Thank you, Leo,” Corrin said, finally looking at his brother.

Leo shrugged. “Elise and Camilla never would have let me hear the end of it. But keep your gratitude. I’d rather you use the energy to start thinking, for once. Don’t mention this kind of thing again.”

Camilla sighed, drawing Corrin into a hug. “If only it were that easy. I’m afraid Father won’t let it end like this.”

“Then I’ll take my punishment as it comes. But I’m not murdering people,” Corrin said.

Xander sighed and patted him on the shoulder. “Just be more…covert next time. This war has stressed Father to the breaking point. Sometimes, I think he’s not even…the point is, tread carefully. Being a prince means you must make hard choices, choices you don’t like.”

“I know. That’s why I did what I did.”

Corrin turned and walked over to Rinkah and Kaze. He used a bit of the dragon veins' remaining power to soothe the worst of their injuries, especially their burns from King Garon’s spell. Kaze’s eyes fluttered open, and he gasped, sitting up.

“Are you alright?” Corrin asked.

The ninja’s pupils dilated, struggling to focus on him. “I…ugh, what happened?”

“My soft-hearted brother decided to spare you,” Xander said. “It would be best if you leave. I’m afraid your ninja friend didn’t survive the battle, but take this Flame Tribe woman with you.”

Kaze rubbed his head. “Corrin…? You said your name was Corrin?”

Corrin nodded. Kaze made to shake Rinkah, but she was already stirring.

“I heard there was a sheltered prince in Nohr. You’re too naive,” she muttered, wiping blood from her face. She stood, using her club like a crutch. “Your ‘kindness’ is going to get you killed.”

Camilla frowned, the temperature lowering by a few degrees. “Do not threaten my Corrin.”

Rinkah turned, walking before stumbling. Kaze caught her. 

“Should we meet again…I won’t forget this,” Kaze said.

The two left the arena, staying low and out of sight. Corrin sagged, leaning on Camilla. 

“Come, let’s get you three cleaned up,” Xander said. “Even if the mood was spoiled, I did promise to host a banquet to celebrate your victory. Come to my chambers, all of you, and we’ll feast before hearing Father’s verdict.”

“What about the other one?” Corrin asked, glancing at the fallen ninja.

Xander sighed. “He’ll be fine…probably. I’ll have someone return him to the jails and take a look at him. Once he’s stable, they’ll cut him loose and follow him to make sure he doesn’t stick around.”

Corrin nodded and moved toward Flora and Felicia. Felicia threw her arms around him, causing his breath to catch.

“I-I was scared,” she murmured, head pressed against his chest. “The King was…was…”

“It’s alright,” he said, awkwardly patting her back. “Everything will be fine.”

Flora stared at him as if she’d seen a ghost.

“What is it?” he asked wearily, still trying to comfort her sister.

She shook her head. “I just…you spared them. He ordered you to do it…they’re alive.”

“I did what I felt was right. I’m sorry if it hurt you.”

“N-no, nothing like that. I’m just…happy.” 

She smiled. It was small and forced, yet Corrin sensed a warmth in it unlike anything he’d gotten from her before. As if every other smile except this one had been the ones forced. 

“I hope we made Gunter proud,” Felicia said, sheathing her knife.

“Of course we did. We won,” Corrin said. He took a deep breath, letting the tension go. Conflict was never his favorite, but he didn’t regret anything. They’d won, and he hadn’t had to watch anyone get murdered.

Gunter and Lilith met them outside the arena, bubbling with conversation about what had happened. 

“You did well,” Gunter said, smiling faintly at the three of them. “You won the fight, avoided the king's wrath, and saved some lives. Just like I trained you.”

He reached out, ruffling Corrin’s hair. When he saw Felicia preening, he chuckled and patted her and Flora’s shoulders. 

“Not bad, though that move at the end was a little questionable. A kick? Really? You’ve got quite the flare for the dramatic, and you paid for it,” he said.

Felicia cringed. “Sorry, I’ll do better.”

When they returned to their quarters, Corrin plopped in the bath, washing grim and blood from his skin. There was a small scar left where Kaze’s shuriken had first pierced his stomach. Maybe Elise would be able to heal that with her staff. He would have to ask.

Once finished bathing, he allowed his maids to dress him, then found another maid to lead them to Xander’s quarters.

“Welcome in!” Laslow said, opening the door for them. “Peri’s in the kitchen. You guys are in for a treat tonight.”

He winked at the maids, but they just stared at him frostily, clinging close to Corrin. He winced.

“Thank you,” Corrin said.

His siblings were all there, but the atmosphere was heavy and subdued. Elise sat next to Camilla, head resting on her forearm. She perked up when he entered, and started to speak, before biting her lip.

“Welcome, brother,” Xander said, nodding to him. “After a fight like that, I half-expected you to sleep through the next week, but I’m glad you came. Peri was ecstatic to hear she could cook for you.”

“I didn’t know your retainers cooked,” Corrin said.

Leo, sitting in the corner, chuckled. “Not everyone has such fine maids, but all of our retainers are skilled in some way. Mostly.”

“Odin is very talented,” Elise said, breaking into a smile. 

Leo sighed. “Drama does not equal talent. But I suppose his magic is good. Sometimes, I’ve the feeling he’d be good at swordplay, too, but he’s rejected the idea of picking one up.”

“Enough about them. I want to hear about the battle. I’m impressed you sensed the dragon vein,” Camilla said.

“It saved our lives, I think,” Corrin said.

Flora nodded. “Indeed. That barbarous Flame Tribe woman got lucky and singed me a bit. I might have fallen were it not for its strength.”

“Your power is important, but never forget true strength comes from outside,” Xander said. “Dragon veins, allies, strategies–it’s all a part of the battle.”

“And food, too. Food is almost as good as killing,” Peri said, appearing in the doorway.

“Ah, perfect timing. Is it ready?” Xander asked.

She nodded, giving Corrin a wide smile. “I made a special cake just for you. Strawberry, with lots and lots of juices . It’s to celebrate all the blood you spilled this day! I couldn’t wait to start cooking.”

She vanished back inside, and Xander chuckled wryly. 

“She’s taken a liking to you. I thought she would have berated you for sparing them,” he said.

“I don’t think I’d mind that as much as whatever Father decides,” Corrin said. 

He rose and followed the rest into the dining room. As he entered, he was surprised to find he was smiling. There was truth to Xander’s words. When he was with his family and friends, even the most stressful of times was bearable. As long as he had them, he would be okay.

Chapter Text

The following morning, Corrin awoke to the sound of Felicia and Flora’s voices. They fawned over him, gently tugging him out of bed and clothing him in the padded leathers he wore beneath his armor. Following that, they gathered his armor and equipped him, ganglari going on his hip. 

“Ready to face the king?” Felicia asked, sitting on his bed, hands collapsed in her lap

“If there is a price to pay for the lives we saved, I’ll gladly do it. I only hope he’s not too strict,” he replied.

Flora circled around him, tightening a strap under his arm. “I wouldn’t be too optimistic. This is King Garon we’re talking about.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He turned to look at her, and she pushed him back to face forward, adjusting his cape. 

“Stop squirming, or this will take longer. And it means what it means. Nohr isn’t exactly known for its leniency for those who cross the king.”

Corrin started to protest, but pursed his lips, thinking back to Father’s expression when he’d stood against him. He’d never imagined anyone’s eyes could look so…hostile. 

“Maybe I was a little hasty,” he muttered, “But I don’t regret it.”

“Don’t worry, milord. We’ll be there for you no matter what happens!” Felicia said.

Corrin offered them a smile. “I know. You’re both so dependable. I’m glad you’re my maids.”

A knock at the door caused him to look over his shoulder. Flora promptly turned his head for him, her fingers cool against his cheeks. She still wasn’t done with his collar, it seemed.

“Please, Felicia, can you get that?” she asked.

Felicia hopped off the bed, running to the door. She opened it and her face lit up.

“Lady Elise! Come in,” she said, backing in with a curtsy.

“Elise?” Corrin asked.

Elise giggled, pushing through and running to Corrin, her long twintails bouncing through the air behind her. Flora quickly danced back, pursing her lips as she threw her arms around Corrin from behind, hanging off his neck.

“What are you doing here?” Corrin asked, turning and embracing her properly. After squeezing her tightly, he lifted her with his hands under her arms and set her on the ground. 

“I came to escort you, of course! I figured you’d be nervous going to father by yourself. I would be.”

He chuckled, patting her head. “I suppose a little. I won’t complain if you want to tag along. But where are your retainers?”

She made a face. “Busy. I think. Probably.”

“You ran away again, didn’t you?” He clicked his tongue, but couldn’t help the smile creeping across his face. “You’ll get in trouble for that, one day.”

“But not today! That’s your job.”

They shared another laugh, and Flora and Felica finished dressing him. He turned before the mirror, ensuring everything looked proper before giving them a grateful nod.

“Are you certain you don’t wish us to escort you?” Felicia asked.

“No, I’d rather you two were there,” he admitted, rubbing his chin. “But to be honest, I’d rather keep you out of Father’s mind, if possible. If he truly wishes to punish someone for my choice, I want it to be me. You’d just make convenient scapegoats.”

Flora shook her head, sighing. “You’re too kind, milord. Really.” 

“Just…be careful, alright?” Felicia asked worriedly.

Elise came up and slipped her small hand in his. “Don’t worry, I’ll look after him.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Flora muttered, “I seem to recall the last time you said that, you two ended up sneaking into the city. Alone.”

“Effie was there, too,” Elise mumbled, averting her eyes.

“That’s enough, you two. We really should be going.”

As they left his quarters behind, Elise slipped her arm in his, half-skipping to keep up with his longer gait. She hummed faintly, leaning her head against his arm. Corrin flushed as a few passing servants glanced at them, eyes lingering as they put their heads together, whispering.

“You really shouldn’t cling so tightly,” he said, “What if others got the wrong idea?”

“Idea about what?” she asked, looking up at him with innocent eyes.

He sighed, rolling his eyes. “It’s not exactly proper for siblings to act so…intimate. That’s what Gunter said in his lessons, that is.”

“Who cares what other people think?”

She stuck out her tongue, hugging him even tighter. He avoided looking at her small breasts pressing against his arm. His armor saved him from the actual feeling, but his pants felt a little tight all the same.

Then again, it wasn’t the biggest deal. Corrin’s face colored as he recalled the strange dream. Given how Elise had acted there, holding his arm like that was rather tame. And it wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy the attention, and after being apart from his siblings for so long, maybe it was better to be closer rather than more distant. The last thing he wanted was them acting like strangers. 

They arrived at the audience room all too quickly. There were no guards outside, surprisingly, causing Corrin to look around cautiously. Was Father even here? Xander had said he was always guarded, hadn’t he? Just as he was about to push on the door and check, King Garon’s voice came from behind the door. 

“Heh. I thought I was cruel, but you…you are truly malicious. To dangle redemption before the boy, and to snatch it away…” King Garon’s voice twisted, becoming dark and cold. “Why should I suffer alone? All shall taste the despair of being buried beneath the waves.”

Chills ran down Corrin’s spine. Elise hugged his hand tighter, staring at the door.

“Who is he talking to?”

“I-I don’t know. He does this, sometimes. He says it's the Dusk dragon, but I…” She bit her lip, keeping it from quivering. 

King Garon devolved into a series of violent coughs, before croaking. “The child is weak, but for how long? Their blood, your blood, cries out, full of power. For humans, suffering can serve as much an anvil as chains. He’ll be the death of you.”

Elise let out a whimper, and the voice fell silent. Corrin swallowed the lump in his throat, gently extricating his hand from his sister’s bosom. 

“Are you sure you want to go with me?”

She nodded. “Just tell him you’re sorry and Father will forgive you. He has to.”

“You’re right. Let’s do it.”

He pushed on the doors and entered, his legs trembling more than he’d like to admit. Elise followed close behind him, holding the hem of her skirt nervously. Above him, the intricate depiction of the Dusk Dragon seemed to stare at him, eyes mocking. There was something about it that drew his eye, lingering in his thoughts even after he turned away. It was…familiar.

King Garon sat on his throne, chuckling as he absently stroked his chin. His eyes flashed as they entered, his chuckle dying off. Corrin stopped an appropriate distance away, keeping his eyes lowered respectfully.

“You disobeyed me, child. I’m most displeased,” the king growled.

“That’s why we’ve come to apologize!” Elise said. “Corrin’s very sorry.”

“Er, yes, Father. I acted out of turn.”

King Garon’s eyes narrowed. “It’s rare for those who defy me to live beyond the hour of their disobedience.”

“What? Father!” Elies cried, looking up sharply.

“Silence!” 

King Garon’s voice snapped like a snake. Elise’s jaw clicked shut, tears welling in her eyes. She grabbed Corrin’s hand, holding it tightly.

“As you are my child, it’s only natural I grant you some grace,” he said, leaning back on his throne. “I will consider pardoning your defiance on the grounds that you prove your worth to me.”
Corrin’s heart sank. “Another battle?”

“No, something more…substantive. A mission, if you will.”

“Really? Away from the capital?”

“Yes. Our forces have long maintained a fortress on the border of Hoshido. In recent years, our troops had better served elsewhere, leaving it vacant. I would have you investigate the fortress and determine its state of worthiness. I won’t even ask that you battle or kill again. You’ve already shown yourself a disappointment there. Do not fail me again.”

“Yes, Father. Thank you for this chance. I’ll see it done.”

Garon waved his hand, dismissing them. Corrin bowed once and then hurriedly left, dragging Elise after him. 

“Well? How’d it go?”

Camilla’s voice hit them the moment the throne room door closed. Corrin jumped, whirling to find her and the rest of his siblings waiting for them in the hallway. 

“It went well! Father’s giving Corrin a chance!” Elise said.

Leo frowned. “Odd. I’ve never heard Father extend an olive branch on matters of obedience.”

Elise puffed her cheeks, hands on her hips. “Well he did this time. No need to try and scare us.”

“Indeed. Times are dark enough without that.” Xander said, putting a hand on her head and ruffling her hair. He looked at Corrin and said, “What was this ‘chance’ you’ve been given?”

As Corrin started to explain their conversation, skipping their eavesdropping, of course, the siblings moved to a lobby nearby. When he finished, Xander’s frown deepened. “Most curious. I would have expected an opportunity for you to demonstrate you were willing to obey in the same area you before had defied him.”

“I can’t imagine anything different,” Camilla said, folding her arms beneath her breasts. “I’ll just have to follow along and ensure no harm comes to my dear brother.”

A dry cough caused Corrin to turn. Chills ran down his spine as he turned and met the gaze of a dark-haired man with even darker eyes. He leaned against the doorway, a devilish smirk twisting his face. 

“I’m afraid that won’t be possible, dear princess.” His voice was even colder than his look.

“Iago. Why ever not?” Camilla asked, frowning at him.

“This is a test of Prince Corrin’s abilities, and your interference would do just that. Interfere. Surely, one of the noble dusk dragon’s bloodlines would be capable of investigating an old, dusty fort on their own.”

“And what do you know of the king’s plans?” Xander asked.

Iago put a hand to his chest in mock outrage. “Why everything, of course! King Garon has entrusted me with coordinating this mission.”

“Xander, Camilla, it’s alright. I can handle this alone,” Corrin said.

“No, not alone. Even a prince can’t be expected to travel by themselves. What if the Hoshidans were to get word and intercept you? It wouldn’t do for you to be stolen away to their lands, subjected to who knows what awful fate.” Iago winked at Corrin. “You might even be isolated and brainwashed!”

Corrin gritted his teeth. It hadn’t even been twenty seconds since Iago had appeared, yet he already detested the man. It was impossible to tell where the mocking ended and his Father’s orders began.

Iago cleared his throat, waving toward the doorway he’d come through. “I present your escort, a mighty warrior by the name of Hans.”

A massive man filled the doorway, dwarfing everyone but Xander himself. He was bald with gray skin, dressed in furs and metal plates. He had a massive segmented axe on his back, and a cruel look in his eyes. 

Hans folded his arms, causing his muscles to bulge. He looked down his nose at the royals, eyes roving over Camilla especially. Corrin’s hands tightened into fists as the man’s lip curled in a sneer.

“Hans,” Xander said, eyes narrowing. “I’m surprised to see you’ve avoided jail for this long.”

“Heh. Wouldn’t ya love that.” Hans spat on the floor, grinding it into the stone with his fur-lined boot. “I’m afraid I’m a bigshot for the king now, and you’d better mind your manners.”

Iago cleared his throat, clearly enjoying the tension. “Now then, I’ve asked Hans to pick out some of his best men for your little expedition. They’re waiting for you at the south gates, with a few wagons and sufficient supplies. The King’s orders are to depart as soon as you are able.”

“See ya there, kid. Try not to get lost,” Hans said, leering again at Camilla as he turned and followed Iago out.

“Damn bandit,” Xander hissed. 

“Awfully bold, if I say so myself,” Camilla said, pursing her lips. “Normally, I prefer a man who knows what he wants, but one like him…the only way he’d earn any favor is by letting me embed my axe in his skull.”

“Camilla!” Elise said, “He's one of Father’s servants! You said we weren’t supposed to say anything about them.”

“I know, dear, I know. But unlike a certain someone, I know not to stick my nose where it doesn’t belong.” She gave Elise a fond look, ruffling her hair. “But that doesn’t make him any less detestable.”

“Indeed,” Xander said. “Corrin, watch out for that man. Hans has been doing work not even Father cares to dirty his hands with. I suspect journeying with him, and whatever agenda Father gave him, is more of the test than investigating the Bottomless Canyon.”

“Thank you for the warning, though I’d like to believe Father knows what he’s doing. He assigned me Gunter, after all, in much the same manner.  Still, I’ll keep it in mind. Something about him rubs me the wrong way.”

Xander patted his shoulder. “Keep those instincts sharp. On the field of battle, they’re more likely to save you than that fine sword Father gifted you. Now get going, and gather your attendants. You have a schedule to keep.”

Corrin bid his farewells to his siblings, and hurried off to his quarters. There, he described the situation to Flora, Felicia, and Gunter, but kept Xander’s warning about Hans to himself. They were more than capable of making their own judgment, and he didn’t want to bias them against the man who’d have their back in the days ahead.

Once they were prepared to leave, he led them to the south gate, where two wagons and a small company of roughly dressed soldiers waited. There were perhaps twenty of them, all fighters and berserkers, with none of the mages and cavalry that made up the bulk of the Nohrian army. The men were all muscular, with heavy scarring and tattoos. They didn’t bother hiding their leers as his maids walked past, causing Flora and Felicia to tug on their skirts, trying to cover their thighs.

Corrin’s eyes narrowed, but as he opened his mouth to berate them, Gunter put a hand on his shoulder.

“Peace, milord. I recognize a fair few of them from my days serving in the capital, and I can’t see it doing any good. That man there, Hans, might even have put them up to it, hoping to ruffle your feathers.”

“You know Hans?” Corrin asked, surprised.

Gunter grunted. “Something like that. He was a notorious bandit before Prince Xander took him in. I don’t know the details, but he somehow caught the king’s eye and ended up with more power than he should have known existed, much less wield.”

“I don’t like him,” Felicia muttered.

Flora nodded in an agreement, still gripping her skirt. “He’s the worst of that batch, for sure.”

Corrin sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Why don’t you two get in the carriage, and I’ll join you when we set out. Gunter, would you mind replacing the soldier driving?”

“A wise decision, milord. Control every variable you can, and prepare for those you can’t.”

As the fighters and barbarians of Hans’s team lined up around the supply carriage, Xander approached them.

“Corrin, something for the road,” he said, slipping him a pouch.

Corrin checked it, raising an eyebrow. “Vulnaries? I believe our supply wagon should have plenty of these.”

Xander smiled faintly. “Never count on the convoy, Corrin. You never know when you’re going to get separated, or too far or occupied to access it.”

“Thank you.”

Xander shared a few more tips and advice about the Bottomless Canyon, and the difficulties they might face on their way, before bidding him a last farewell. As the crown prince walked away, Corrin was surprised to see him beckon to a nondescript looking guard at the wall and whisper a few things. Xander pressed a scroll into his hand, and the two parted as though they’d never spoken.

“I wonder what that’s about,” Corrin said, climbing into the carriage.

Gunter shrugged. “Who can say, milord.”

In short order, the fortress gates opened and their company rolled out. The carriage was leaner than the one they traveled in from the Northern Fortress, jostling over every bump and ridge in the cobblestone road. His maids sat on either side of the carriage, but Flora felt a little more distant, so he sat beside Felicia. She immediately inched closer to him, pretending to stare out the window as she subtly snuggled against his side.

Corrin smiled, content to let her do so. He was tempted to put his arm around her, but quickly rebuked the thought. Just how improper would that be? Some feelings were better left in his dreams.

Before long, they rolled out of the city and into the countryside. Corrin’s trepidation of the job ahead was quickly forgotten as he looked out the window, watching each hill, river, and tree run by. The land was rocky and hard, the farms far and in between, but there was something meaningful about the barren land. It may not be soft and fertile, but it was his home, and he felt a sense of pride at moving to secure its borders. 

The road crossed a wide river and turned east, heading toward distant mountains. As the sun began to set, Hans called a stop and set his men setting up tents. The next day continued on as the first, and the third after that. The novelty of the journey wore off, reduced to boredom and sitting around. The only variance of the road came from the occasional rainstorms and wind that frequented Nohr’s skies, but Corrin grew tired of those by the time they reached the mountains. 

As they started out the second to last day of their journey, Hans knocked loudly on the carriage door.

“Tired of the mud yet, milord?" He sneered the title, smirking. “Don’t worry, we’ll have a dry bed tonight. Try not to get too excited.”

“Where are we headed?” Corrin asked Gunter as the fighter slunk away.

“If memory serves, we’ll reach a small keep overseeing the border. I believe it used to be a trade checkpoint when relations were better between Hoshido and Nohr, but now it serves as the first line defense.”

“We’re going past that? Out of Nohr?” Corrin asked worriedly.

Gunter shrugged. “Everything beyond that’s the territory of the Bottomless Canyon. The border of Hoshido and Nohr technically meet there, but neither side posts any forces. I suppose there would be too much pointless friction and skirmishes if they did. Unless they’re planning an invasion, that is.”

“Do you think that’s why Father sent us to check? To see if the Hoshidans are planning something?”

“I hope not.” Gunter looked over their small group of some two dozen soldiers. “We hardly have the numbers for anything more than a raid or skirmish. If worse comes to worse, our safest option would be to retreat.”

“Thank you, Gunter. Your council is always welcome,” Corrin said.

Their journey resumed, but this time with the anticipation of an end finally in sight. When red touched the western horizon, Corrin leaned out the window, looking ahead.

“I see a fort!” he said, looking at Flora and Felicia excitedly.

“Finally. A real bed,” Felicia said.

Flora snorted. “Don’t forget more soldiers. I could do a lifetime without another crude joke or leer. Why even bother looking at us anymore? They’ve already seen everything they’re going to see.”

She shivered, adjusting her skirt to more fully cover her thigh. 

“I’m sorry for not being able to stop them,” Corrin said. While none of the soldiers had been overtly rude toward his maids, they certainly hadn’t kept their vulgar attitudes secret. 

“Don’t blame yourself, milord. That’s just the kind of people Nohrian soldiers are,” Flora said.

The barb in her words stung, but there was nothing he could say. After all, these were the first real soldiers he’d encountered, and using the ones in his studies as an example was hardly relevant. He could only hope Xander and his other siblings commanded more professional and honorable men than Hans and his bunch, or else he might lose faith altogether.

Their convoy rolled to a stop within the courtyards of the keep, greeted by a line of soldiers. They saluted sharply as Corrin exited the carriage, stiff and rigid, armor gleaming. Corrin nodded to their captain, a monster of a man who called himself Benny.

“Welcome, milord,” the soldier said, bowing low.

“Thank you. I trust things are well here at the border?” Corrin asked.

“Indeed, more so with your presence. Might I offer you an escort to show you around?”

“Please.” 

Benny waved at a tall, scrawny man. “You’re up, Jess. Take them to their–”

A loud cough cut him off. Benny frowned, turning to face a tall woman dressed in a rather revealing suit of armor–if it could be called that at all. Corrin tried his best to look at her face, but his eyes inevitably strayed to her impressive bosom, nearly big enough to rival Camilla’s. The thought made him blush, but he only succeeded in looking away as Flora gave a pointed cough.

“Pleasure meeting you, milord,” the woman greeted, winking at him. “The name’s Charlotte. Mind if I show you around the keep? It’s not much, but I’m certain we can find you proper accommodations.”

Corrin gave Benny a searching glance, who sighed and shrugged. Charlotte grinned triumphantly, gliding forward and slipping her arm through Corrin’s.

“Come along, milord,” she said, smiling pleasantly at him. “We’d best head inside before it starts to rain again.”

Flora and Felicia both stared at Corrin. He flushed, but after failing to free his arm from the woman, shrugged helplessly and allowed himself to be led inside.

The simple layout and hallways of the border keep was refreshing after the dark, shadowy maze of Windmire’s passages. In short order, Charlotte led them to their quarters.

“Here you go, milord,” Charlotte said, giving him a dazzling smile. “Dinner will be in an hour or so. Would you care to join us in the mess hall?”

Corrin hesitated, glancing at his maids. They were still glaring at the guard, no help at all. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sure, it couldn’t hurt to get to know the place a little better. Anything would be more pleasant than travel rations shared over a fire with Hans and his men.”

“Excellent. I’ll save you a seat.”

She slid her arm from his, giving him a wink as she waved goodbye. Corrin chuckled nervously as she left, not quite meeting Flora or Felicia’s eyes.

“She’s quite something, isn’t she?” Flora said in an icy voice.

“I’d say. A lot more friendly than Hans and his bunch,” Corrin said.

“Too friendly, if you ask me,” Felicia said. “I don’t like her. She’s suspicious.”

Corrin shook his head. “You’re just paranoid from Hans. Not everyone’s the thug he is, you know.”

“We’ll see,” she muttered.

They had just enough time to freshen up from their journey before heading to the mess hall. The hall was filled with long, narrow tables that stretched from one end of the other. Serving tables were set up at one side, with several taps set up on the other serving ale. The keep was small, home to some two hundred soldiers, but every single one of them seemed to have turned out to see him. Corrin spent the first half hour greeting young men and women, performing his duty as a visiting royal. Gunter had explained the expectations beforehand, but he was exhausted by the time he finally sat down.

“Well done, milord,” Felicia said, pressing a drink into his hand.

Corrin took a long swallow, setting it down with a clink. Someone handed him a handkerchief, and he used it to dab his lips. It smelled faintly of perfume. The back of his neck prickled, and he looked up to see Flora and Felicia staring daggers behind him. 

“Long time no see,” Charlotte said, sliding into the seat next to him. “I’ll have that back now.”

She plucked the handkerchief out of his hands, dabbing her lips with it while maintaining eye contact with him. She grinned as he blushed, and tucked it away.

She was close, perhaps a little too close, her bare thigh brushing against his. Corrin swallowed hard, using every ounce of willpower he had not to stare down the crevasse between her breasts. He barely survived her small talk before a small icicle from Flora pricked his neck, giving him a cold break to refocus. 

“So, uh, Charlotte. What’s life here at the border like?” he asked.

She made a face. “You know, it's boring and stuff. There’s always rumors of Hoshidan troops sneaking across or raiding a village, but we never see much action here.”

“Really? That’s good, I guess. Do you happen to know anything about the abandoned fortress in Bottomless Canyon?”

She shook her head. “Never been there. Patrols don’t go that deep into the mountains. But what about you? How did such a fine, dashing prince end up all the way out here?”

She leaned forward, peering intently into his eyes. Corrin coughed, acutely aware of the weight of her breasts resting against his arm. A few nearby soldiers shot him envious looks, while others seemed to pity him. But both reactions were better than the hostility oozing from his maids. 

Flushing at the attention, Corrin stammered his way through the conversation with a vague answer, not quite confident in revealing the insubordination that caused this adventure. Occasionally, Charlotte interrupted him to hand feed him food, which he always politely accepted. As awkward as it was, it made her happy, and he hadn’t the heart to disappoint someone so kind, especially after a week of Hans and his men.

Speaking of Hans, he caught the man glaring at him several times throughout the meal, seemingly envious of Charlotte’s attention. He smiled smugly the one time their eyes met, causing the big man to swear and look away. It shouldn’t have given him the thrill of pleasure that it did, though he did feel a touch bad using Charlotte like that.

“Milord,” Charlotte said, subtly stroking his arm. “I can’t help but wonder if you have company for tonight. I wouldn’t mind–”

“He’s busy,” Flora snapped.

Corrin blinked, looking at her in surprise. She herself seemed taken aback by her outburst. Before he could ask what was bothering her, Felicia jumped in.

“You needn’t worry yourself, we’re more than capable of seeing to our lord’s needs,” she said.

“His needs?” Charlotte tilted her head innocently. “All of them?”

Felicia flushed red, looking at Flora for support. Her sister nodded firmly. “All that he requires. Such is our duty as his personal maids.”

Lightning crackled in the air between the three, but the tension broke as Hans’ voice roared over the mess hall. 

“Lucky brat, having such fine whores fighting over him. Why not spend a night in our camp? There’s more than enough of us to keep you entertained. I’ve got a soft spot for blondes, anyway.”

Flora and Felicia paled, shivering, but Charlotte stood up, her soft demeanor sloughing off like rain on a window. 

“Whore? What’s a grown man like you doing calling for your mother like that? Even if she was here, I doubt she would recognize you through all that ugliness and filth. You can't help it if you're bald, but…ugh, just no.”

The mess hall went silent. Corrin stared at her, mouth hanging agape. Those words had no place coming out of the Charlotte he knew. 

“Heh, that’s rich coming from a bratty girl like you. How’d you even get a job posted here? Sleep with the local lord or somethin’?”

Charlotte stood, expression black. Hans’ gang roared with laughter as she stalked over, hands balled into fists. 

“Oh, he’s in for it now,” one of the fort’s soldiers sitting behind Hans whispered. 

Hans jutted his chin up as Charlotte pushed aside the fighter sitting across from him, sending the man sprawling. She leaned over, inadvertently giving him a generous display of her cleavage. Hans made no pretenses about leering directly into it, licking his lips. 

“Not bad, pretty–”

“The dog sure is barking a lot, isn’t it?” Charlotte growled. “You know, they say that dogs bark to draw attention away from something else, something they’re lacking.”

Hans’ face blackened as a chorus of chuckles circled at his expense. “I wouldn’t expect a cheap whore to know greatness when it stumbles into her lap. Perhaps I’ll do you the favor of educating you tonight.”

Charlotte brought her fist down on the table. A loud crack split the air, and a black line snaked across the table. Long splits shot up the grain on both sides, plates, cups and bowls tumbling all over. 

“You couldn’t handle me if you tried,” Charlotte spat. “Go home, doggie. The border’s no place for boys like you.”

Hans’ face turned beet red, and he started to stand, muscles flexing, when one of his men pounded him on the back. The entire group of barbarians roared with laughter, throwing another dozen insults at Hans’ mother and looks. The soldier glared at Charlotte and Corrin a second longer before sitting back down, snatching a beer from his neighbor’s hand and chugging the whole thing.

“Damned brats,” he muttered.

“That was…strangely refreshing,” Flora muttered. 

Felicia nodded. “I’d say. Though Charlotte, that’s quite the tongue you have there.”

“And a fist,” Flora muttered.

Felcia nodded, eyeing the broken table. A few soldiers were removing it, wearing resigned expressions. “Doesn’t seem like the first time she’s let her inner brute show.”

Charlotte blushed, her hands packed shyly in her lap. “I’m sorry.” Her shoulders slumped, and she stared at the ground. “I can leave, if you want. I didn’t mean to trick you like that, I really am a kind, sweet person, I just…when I heard a royal was coming to visit…”

Corrin placed his hand on her shoulder. She jumped, looking up with wide eyes. Her breasts jiggled with the motion, but he tried his best to ignore that. They really were similar to Camilla’s.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. Your fighting spirit is rather admirable. More soldiers could use your strength,” he said.

Her eyes widened. “Really? I thought you might be, well, turned off by that kind of thing.”

“Hardly. Anyone that can stick it to Hans is okay in my book.” he grinned. “All joking aside, you shouldn’t be ashamed of your strength.”

“I…I never thought of it that way.”

Charlotte was rather quiet for the rest of the meal, stealing glances at him. When she brushed against him, her cheeks turned a shade of pink, her flirtatious smile a little more bashful. 

The meal came to an end without further incident, and Corrin bid farewell to the soldiers, including Charlotte, and returned to his quarters. Flora and Felicia stuck beside him as he pushed open the door, following him inside.

“I think we’ll spend the night here,” Flora said, looking around at the spacious bedroom. “There was too much alcohol going around, and with Hans on the loose…”

She shivered.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Felicia asked him, eyes wide.

He shrugged. “Not if it makes you comfortable.There’s some servant’s quarters attached to my room right through that door. You could sleep there, if you wanted. No need to find a separate bedroom.”

“It’s perfect. Thanks,” Flora said, smiling at him.

Corrin’s heart fluttered. Her smile was humble and cold, but genuine. 

“Good night, milord,” Felicia said, touching his forearm with a light touch. 

It must have been the lighting, but her face looked redder than usual, her hand lingering a few seconds too long. He nodded and quickly undressed, climbing into bed. It took him a long time to fall asleep, distracted by thoughts of inspecting the fortress on the morrow, and his maids sleeping just a few feet away. 

The next morning, his maids awakened him with a jolt of ice magic, giggling as he nearly jumped into the ceiling. After dressing and a quick breakfast, they assembled with the rest of the convoy, preparing to leave. As he prepared to enter the carriage, Charlotte called out behind him.

“Milord!”

He turned, smiling as she bounded up to him, holding a basket in her arms. She pressed it into his hands, giving him a wink.

“For the road,” she said, then added, “And this to remember me by.”

As he accepted the basket, she rose on her tiptoes, her lips brushing his cheek. Corrin stiffened, his hand flying to his face, but she was already gone, dancing away with a giggle. 

“That bimbo,” Felicia huffed, glaring at the retreating woman’s back. “Who does she think she is?”

“Seriously. Throwing herself all over our lord like that,” Flora agreed.

Corrin chuckled, nodding to Gunter before retreating inside the carriage. “I think it’s sweet. She packed us a nice lunch for the road.”

“That’s it? A nice lunch?” Felicia asked. “I saw a good deal more than that happen.”

He blushed, touching his cheek. The warmth of her lips was still on his skin, her scent lingering in his nose. “Maybe a bit more, but let’s take her gift in the spirit it was given, a little bit of fun in the dreariness of the journey.”

“Fine. But don’t think I’m forgetting this,” Felicia muttered.

He raised an eyebrow, curious why she’d care. Well, it wasn’t as if they’d see Charlotte again, anyway, so it wasn’t a big deal. 

The convoy began with a lurch, bringing them back to the present Corrin sobered up, folding his arms as they began to climb into the mountains. Soon, they would enter the Bottomless Canyon, and their mission would truly begin. 

Chapter Text

Chapter 4: Bottomless Canyon

They journeyed for hours, traveling through increasingly treacherous mountain passes. The path was narrow, the ground crumbling on the fringes. The wind rose and fell, whining ominously over the soldiers' muttered curses and the creak of the carriage wheels.

Barely an hour into the mountains, the road plunged into a craggy ravine, spanned by rickety old bridges of heavy, oiled wood and fraying ropes. The horses knickered nervously as Gunter urged them across, and even the soldiers kept a tense silence following behind.

"I don't like this," Felicia mumbled, hands balled in her lap as the bridge groaned beneath them. "It wouldn't take much to make it collapse."

"These bridges have stood for decades. No reason they'd collapse now," Flora replied. Despite her bravado, Corrin didn't miss the tremor in her voice or how she kept her gaze fixed on the floor, away from the window.

"There's nothing to worry about," he said, smiling at them. "No matter what happens, I'll keep you safe."

"That's our job," Felicia said.

"So if I fall, you're going to jump in after me?"

He grinned when she paled, biting her lip to keep it from quivering.

"Don't worry," he said, reaching out and putting his hand on hers. "I don't expect my maids to go that far. Just that you remain by my side."

"That we can do," Flora said.

They rode on in silence after that, crossing several more canyons and ravines. The sky hung low with clouds. The light that filtered through was gray and cold, barely casting any shadows in the gloom.

"Milord, we should be approaching the first fort soon," Gunter called through the open partition dividing the carriage from the driver's seat.

Corrin nodded. "Thank you. Please, tell the men to proceed with caution. We still don't know what to expect."

"Right away."

Not a minute later, Gunter brought the carriage to a stop and opened the door. Corrin stretched, forcing an air of nonchalance as he disembarked, the gravel crunching beneath his feet. The wind whistled loudly, chilling his armor and sending a chill down his spine. He offered his maids a hand after him, his heart warming at their grateful smiles.

"So, this is it, then? The Bottomless Canyon?" he asked, turning around, looking at the place they'd stopped.

The mountains opened up before them, plunging into a series of vast ravines and narrow ridges that spanned into the gloom. It looked broken, like a shattered pane of glass. The other side was obscured by the clouds, but from what he remembered of his lessons, the canyon was almost a mile wide, not counting the various crags and cliffs that rose within it. And on the other side...that was where Hoshido started.

Another bridge began at the rim of the canyon before them, carrying on a thick, rocky ridge that rose out of the depths. Several worn walls were built into the rock, fortifications that made up the first of the positions he was to survey. Beyond them, on the edge of obscurity, loomed the silhouette of the small keep at the canyon's center.

"How do you think they built this?" Corrin asked, stepping carefully to the edge, peering into the depths. "Is it really bottomless? Or did someone climb down this side and up the other?"

Gunter shook his head. "I'm afraid I don't know the answer to that. But what I do know is that none who have ventured below the rim have returned, and any who seek to fly through the clouds are chased by thunder." He spat on the ground. "It's a place mortals were never meant to answer."

"It's not so bad. The wind is a little loud, and some sun would do it good, but at least the air's clear. And it's quiet."

"Let's hope it remains that way," Gunter muttered, untethering his horse from the carriage. Not one of the workhorses, but his mount that he'd led along on a lead behind. It already wore its armor, glistening with condensation in the mist.

"Hey, little lord!" Hans shouted.

Corrin jumped, turning quickly to see the man and his soldiers already standing at the foot of the bridge. He frowned and opened his mouth to call them back, but paused, brow furrowing.

"Is that...light?" he asked, pointing at the keep jutting out of the gloom behind the soldiers. Several warm lights flickered against the black mass, their glow soft in the swelling mists.

Gunter's eyes narrowed. "It's too regular to be lightning. And too red."

"A torch?" Felicia asked. "But that would mean--"

"Hoshidans," Gunter hissed, hand falling to his sword.

Just then, a light appeared above the ramparts of the outer fortifications, and a voice rang out. "Do not advance any further, soldiers of Nohr!"

"Who are you to command us?" Corrin called back, stepping to the foot of the bridge, giving his soldiers a meaningful look. One spat into the emptiness below, but none moved a step, staying close to Hans. Well, at least they didn't just outright attack. Yet.

There was silence for a few tense seconds. Corrin looked back at Gunter, who nodded. When he returned his gaze, he squinted, making out a few figures drawing close to the bridge. They wore strange armor, unlike the ninja and tribeswoman he'd faced earlier. From the lectures Xander had given him, he thought he recognized them as Samurai. They held naked swords, assuming threatening positions on their side of the chasm.

A new voice came from behind the samurai, snapping with the confidence of one used to giving orders. "I am Omozu, a commander of Hoshido! By advancing to this point, you jeopardize the peace between our kingdoms. If you cross this bridge, you will be in direct violation of our border treaty. Turn back now, or be prepared to taste our steel!"

"Well, I guess that's that," Corrin muttered, taking a tentative step back toward his maids. "Father only ordered us to survey these forts. He can't blame us for not fighting for them."

"A good decision, milord," Gunter said.

"Shut up, old man," Hans spat, flourishing his axe in a wide arc that sent droplets of rain flying from its edge. He glared at the distant figures across the bridge before turning to Corrin with a sneer. "And as for you, milord, grow a spine, boy! This land belongs to Nohr!" His voice carried over the wind, rough and aggressive. "These Hoshidans are the trespassers, and think we'll just roll over and cry if they will it."

"Wait, Hans, we don't have to--"

Hans raised his axe, letting out a roar, and charged the other end of the bridge. "Die, Hoshidan Scum!"

His men screamed battle cries of their own, charging right behind him. Corrin could only watch in horror as they thundered across, the bridge quaking treacherously underfoot. The Hoshidan soldiers on the other end froze at the brazen assault, failing to react until the berserker was among them.

A scream ripped apart the silence as Hans's axe cleaved through the ornate breastplate of a samurai, flinging droplets of blood into the mist. The Hoshidan staggered back, clutching the gaping wound, and fell to his knees. His death created a gap in their line, which Hans's screeching soldiers rushed into.

"No, stop! We should have tried diplomacy!" Corrin cried, running thoughtlessly after them.

He heard the thunder of hooves behind him and his maid's desperate cries, but he didn't stop. His first mission couldn't end like this! There was no reason to fight!

But even he could see it was too late. A full melee had erupted on the bridge. The clash of steel and the screams of the wounded filled the air, their echoes absorbed by the vast canyon. It was jarring, seeing the chaotic, enraged Nohrians against the discipline of the Hoshidans. Even more so because Hans was winning.

"Hans, cease this at once!" Corrin shouted, frantically searching for him. "These weren't our orders!"

Hans found him first, grinning with a face speckled with blood. "Speak for yourself, milord!"

"What? What are you saying?"

"You dare attack us?" Omozu roared from somewhere in the fog. "Soldiers of Hoshido, leave no Nohrian alive!"

"Damn it," Gunter cursed. "Milord, what are your orders? Should we fall back?"

Corrin hesitated, looking back at the rugged mountain road leading back into Nohr. Even if they were outnumbered, the Hoshidans wouldn't be so bold as to chase them into unknown territory. Not unless they were as crazy as Hans, which he prayed, for their sakes, they weren't. But even so...resolve steeled in his heart as he returned his gaze to the battle.

"No," he said, tightening his grip on Ganglari. "Hans is right about one thing: Father wouldn't have sent us here unless this fort truly belonged to Nohr. I would rather have retreated and looked for a peaceful solution, but now that blood's been spilled, it's our duty to reclaim and protect our territory."

"Are you certain?" Gunter asked.

He nodded. "I am. Perhaps, this way, we can show Father our merit, and that we'll fight if the cause is right. We will protect our homeland. "

"I hope you're right about this," Flora muttered, flickering her wrists. Twin daggers fell into her hands.

"We're with you all the way," Felicia said, flourishing her dagger.

Corrin forced a tight smile, taking Ganglari in both hands. "Then let's do this. For Nohr!"

"That's the spirit!!" Hans crowed, severing a Hoshidan archer's head with his axe.

"Grant quarter to those who surrender!" Corrin cried.

"Quarter? Nah, let's send these bastards to hell!"

With that, Hans and his men broke through the first line, charging across the bridge to the ridge that held the fort proper.

"Why won't they listen?" Corrin groaned, beginning to follow them.

"Wait, milord, perhaps it would be best if we approached a different way," Gunter said. "See there, where Hans is leading them? The Hoshidans are much more fortified. They have archers on the walls, and soldiers at the gates. They'll never breach with their numbers."

"Then what are they doing? A suicide charge?" Felicia asked, horrified.

Gunter shook his head. "I wish I knew, but what matters more is that we survive this battle, and to do so, we'll have to fight smart."

Corrin nodded, looking around while adjusting his grip on Ganglari. As he studied the terrain, looking for anything to help them approach the fort, Hans and his men collided with the Hoshidan defenses.

"Die, Nohrian Scum!" a samurai shouted, plunging his sword through the chest of one of Hans's fighters. The man stumbled back, gasping for a breath that would never come. His foot caught on a rock, and he plunged backward into the canyon.

"I'll have your head for that!" the fighter’s friend roared, taking the samurai's head with a savage swing, before he sprouted arrows and fell to the earth.

Felicia swallowed hard, clutching her daggers so tightly her knuckles whitened. "This is…"

"Horrible," Flora whispered. "It's nothing like the arena."

"This is real war," Gunter growled. "Corrin, have you found anything?"

"I think so," he said, taking a step forward, to the south of the ridge, where the crags rose in an impenetrable wall.

Reaching out with his mind, he found what he was looking for. A glimmer of light amid the darkness, a mysterious power buried deep in the earth. A dragon vein.

The earth rumbled, bringing an uneasy pause to the battle ahead as soldiers lost their balance, staggering to and fro. Corrin raised his hand, and power erupted beneath his feet, causing fissures in the ground. As the cracks spread, a light erupted on the ridge, exploding with the force of one of Leo's spells. Cliffs and boulders crumbled from their places, falling into the rift between the ridge and the old fort. They caught together as they fell, wedging into a makeshift bridge.

"Amazing," Gunter said, "Truly, your blood is a gift."

Corrin panted lightly, lowering his hand as the power of the vein dried up. Difficult though the power was to wield, its results were beyond satisfying. The way was open.

"We don't need to defeat all of them, right?" he asked.

Gunter nodded. "With this path, we can seize the fort. The rest of the soldiers should retreat once their commander is eliminated."

"Right. Let's go," Corrin said, drawing Ganglari. "Oh, and let's avoid killing anyone if we can. I doubt it will help after what Hans has done, but there's no reason to make things worse."

But as they made for the new bridge, the screams from across the chasm grew. Corrin turned, scowling as he saw Hans turn and run, sprinting back across the bridge. Only a few of his men were still standing, and though he had no love for them, a knot tightened in Corrin's stomach at seeing their corpses littering the ground before the gates. As Gunter predicted, they hadn't even managed to breach them, much less claim the fortifications.

As Hans reached their ridge, he glanced at them, his eyes meeting Corrin's. His lips curved in a cold smile. Still grinning, he turned and fled, disappearing into the mists on Nohr's side of the canyon.

"Bastard, leading his men to their death like that," Gunter cursed, spitting into the chasm. "The least he could have done was die with them and rid us of his stupidity."

"I'm beginning to see why Xander warned us about him. But now we're here, and have to clean up this mess. Let's hurry before the Hoshidans recover from their attack and reinforce the fort," Corrin said.

The four of them hurried over the earthen bridge. Gunter's horse cantered carefully, stepping over the rugged, unworked path hesitantly, forcing Corrin to take the front. A small squad of Hoshidans waited for them on the other side, gripping their weapons with fear in their eyes.

"Did you see that cliff?" one muttered, "it just...exploded!"

"Shut up, here they come," another growled. "Gods above, who are we dealing with here?"

As Corrin charged them, sword raised, a shard of ice flew over his shoulder, nearly grazing his cheek. He yelped at the sudden kiss of cold air, but didn't have time to whirl to see which of his maids had thrown it. The ice had taken the samurai in the arm, causing him to reel back. Corrin lunged forward, driving his sword into the man's stomach. He gasped, clutching at the wound, face white as he dropped to his knees.

Corrin didn't have time to feel the twist in his gut at stabbing a man, as the other Hoshidans were upon him. He deflected a sword with Ganglari's glowing curve, only for another to slash him across the thigh. It wasn't deep, but he felt his flesh tear. He twisted, slicing the man who'd nicked him, but that did little to stop the cut from burning, blood seeping into his armor.

An archer's arrow struck his chest. He gasped, staggering back a step, but the brass head failed to penetrate his armor, bruising his ribs instead. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Flora throw a dagger, hitting the archer in the arm. It embedded in his forearm, causing him to scream and fall back, unable to so much as lift his bow. Felicia charged in front of him, summoning a wave of ice that pushed the samurai back, giving him a chance to catch his breath.

"Are you alright, milord?" Felicia asked, spinning to look him over.

"Fine, just...winded," he panted.

Giving himself a shake, he rose and, together with Felicia, attacked the remaining Hoshidans, knocking them out with a few deft pommel strikes.

"Hold on, milord," Flora said, running up to him. She withdrew a slender staff from her uniform and waved it. "Heal!"

Corrin breathed a sigh as warm, soothing magic flowed over him. His wounds knit together, easing the burn and flow of blood. When the glow faded, he stretched his leg, touching the gash in his armor in wonder, finding his skin smooth and unbroken.

"Not bad, though certainly not good," Gunter said, finally managing to get his horse across. "Your engagement was sloppy, but you fought well together. Corrin, next time you charge ahead, be sure to focus more on defending yourself. And Felicia, never get between two armored men unless you're clothed in metal as well. Your uniform isn't built to withstand swords."

"But Gunter! Lord Corrin was--"

"No, he's right. You were only there because I put us in an awkward spot. The blame is mine," Corrin said, raising himself up again. "I'll be more careful, Gunter. As always, thank you for your instruction."

Gunter smiled grimly. "Just making sure you all live your first real battle. As for Flora...no notes. You did well, girl. Targeting that archer was a wise decision."

"Naturally." Flora sniffed, turning her head, but her cheeks flushed a light pink.

Suddenly, arrows pinged off the stone around them, and Corrin whirled, raising Ganglari. Somehow, he got lucky, deflecting a shaft meant for Felicia's chest. The archers were nestled on the cliffs overlooking the fort Hans assaulted. Now that he and his men were gone, they were vulnerable to their arrows.

"Quick, into the trees!" Gunter shouted.

Corrin grabbed Flora's hand as she stumbled over a rock, dragging her behind a patchy grove of withered trunks to the south of the fort. Like the rest of Nohr, the plants here were skeletal, a dark gray like ashen bone, deprived of the sun they needed to thrive. But their trunks were solid, giving them cover to move closer to the main fort.

As they slunk into the gloom, a group of samurai from the outer fort reached the site of their battle, stopping their pursuit to tend to the wounded.

"Let's hope that keeps ‘em off our backs," Gunter muttered.

They passed a few auxiliary structures, made of rough-hewn wood. It wasn't a grain or color Corrin recognized, and they looked newer than the rest of the old fortifications.

"Did the Hoshidans build these?" he wondered aloud.

Gunter glanced at them, and his brow furrowed. "Seems like it, but they've been here for a while. Strange."

"But how is that possible? This fort was Nohr's until it was abandoned, right? Why would Hoshidans have facilities here?" Felicia asked.

"One more question for Father once we return," Corrin said. He hesitated, then gave a grim smile. "Or maybe for Xander. I get the feeling I shouldn't be questioning my father after what happened before."

The thicket ended abruptly in something of an unwalled courtyard, with an old well and several white canvas tents up against the old abandoned fort. Several Samurai stood around, speaking with a man in leathers and a ragged cape. He wore the colors of an officer, but reminded Corrin more of Kaze than the other soldiers.

"That's got to be this Commander Omozu," he whispered to Gunter. "If we can get to him, this battle is over."

"There are too many of them," Flora said, eyeing the dozen samurai.

"Archers too, up on the fort," Felicia said, gesturing to the rickety wooden breastwork built over the stone walls. It was little more than a series of catwalks and squat towers, with a horizontal overhang of almost five feet over the ground. Every few feet, poles braced the breastwork against the wall.

"Alright," Corrin said, scanning the area. "Felicia, see those braces? If you freeze them, they might get brittle enough to shatter, sending those archers for a tumble."

"I could, but it'll take some time," she said dubiously.

"Then we'll buy you all the time you need," Flora said, flashing her knives.

Corrin nodded. "We'll just distract them, and once it collapses, we should be able to take advantage of the chaos to break through and secure the commander."

"A sound plan. Please, let me lead the way, milord. It won't be our first charge outnumbered," Gunter said, patting his horse's neck.

"Alright. Let's go!" Corrin said.

They burst from the trees, catching the Hoshidans completely by surprise. Gunter's horse leaped into a gallop, and he leveled his lance, catching a samurai on the shoulder. The man screamed, tossed back into the fort. He hit the wall hard and collapsed, bleeding profusely.

"The Nohrians!" A Hoshidan shouted. "They've set up a flank in the trees!"

Corrin lunged at him, slashing at his head with the flat of his blade. Ganglari twisted in his hand, as if eager to taste blood with its blade, but he reversed the slash, slamming his pommel into the man's temple. His helmet crumpled in, and his eyes rolled up. With a heavy thump, he fell to the ground. Corrin didn't envy the headache he'd be having when he woke up.

As he, Gunter, and Flora pressed into the courtyard, Felicia made a break for the wall. A few archers shot arrows at her, but she dove beneath them, rolling to her feet beneath the overhang, shielded from their view. Raising a hand, she touched a support. Ice crawled from her fingers, spreading through the wood. She tapped it and nodded in satisfaction, and moved on to the next one.

Their advantage was short-lived. Soldiers rallied from all corners of the ridge, sallying from the fort and coming in from the outer defenses.

"Damn, they're everywhere," Corrin grunted, wincing as an arrow drew blood from his calf. He clubbed another swordsman in the side, cracking a rib and sending him to the ground. It was growing harder to hold back. Though he'd trained long and hard, his combat experience was almost zero, and these soldiers were professional killers. The slightest misstep could force him to choose between his life and their own, and he wasn't ready to make that decision yet. Not that he had any intentions of dying, but...

"Gah," he grunted, stumbling back as another sword caught him across the chest. The armor held, but the force knocked the breath from his lungs. He staggered, catching himself against the fort wall, trying to get his bearings. Now was not the time to be playing philosopher. What would Leo think, wasting his energy instead of strategizing?

He dove back into the fight, moving to support Flora. Together, they somehow managed to incapacitate another three soldiers without suffering more injury.

"Lord Corrin!" Felicia's voice rose above the melee, fierce and frantic. He kicked the legs out from under a samurai, giving himself enough clearance to find her sheltered under the last support, pinned down by some archers from the outer fortifications.

"Gunter!" Corrin cried. "Bring them down! I'll head for the commander!"

Gunter tugged his reins, and his horse wheeled sharply. His lance flashed, using the momentum of the turn to knock a soldier flat. He took one look at the fort and dug his heels in, setting off at a gallop. Hoshidans scrambled out of his way, giving him a clear path. He swung his lance like a club, shattering the first support, then the second. The timbers began to groan as he charged down the line, shuddering violently. Hoshidans cried out in surprise as they gave way, collapsing onto the old walls and craggy cliffs of the canyon.

As Gunter arrived at Felicia’s position, he raised his shield, drawing the fire of the archers. He held out his hand, riding low. "Take it, girl!"

Felicia leaped forward, clasping his wrist. His grip on her tightened, and he swung her up mid-gallop, pulling her behind him and carrying them away from the collapsing structure.

The archers and the breastwork collapsed onto the ridge, sending up a cloud of dust and splinters. Cries of pain and alarm rang out, followed by a thunderous crash as the entire structure came down on top of the outer fort.

The remaining Hoshidans froze, staring in horror at the sight. Flora and Corrin took advantage of their shock, cutting down two more before they recovered. Behind them, Gunter wheeled around, Felicia gripping his waist tightly, eyes wide with panic. He charged at the dazed Hoshidans, scattering them before they could collapse on Corrin and Flora.

"Damn you, Nohrians. Do you have any idea what you've started today?" Omozu shouted as they broke through. "Hoshido won't stand for unprovoked attacks like this! No matter how many you kill, we will be avenged!"

"Enough blood has been spilt," Corrin said, lowering his sword. "Surrender, and leave this place, and you'll keep your lives."

Omozu snorted. "As if Nohrians are capable of such terms. Besides, why would I heed an empty threat? There are but a handful of you remaining. I'll deal with you myself."

The ninja's hand moved, and a dark blur streaked toward Corrin. He ducked, staring as a shuriken buried itself in the stone wall behind him.

"Milord! Look out!" Flora cried.

She leaped in front of him, crossing her daggers. Another shuriken slammed into them, aimed at Corrin's head. He cursed himself, raising his sword in both hands, not letting his eyes wander from the ninja again. For some reason, as he tried to close the gap, Omozu retreated, flinging another shuriken at him. This one slipped past his guard, leaving a long, burning cut on his forearm. The edges of his vision grew blurry as poison burned through his veins, but he squinted, forcing himself to focus.

"Not going to fight?" he asked, lunging at the ninja. "I thought your kind used swords like honorable warriors."

Omozu danced back, dodging both his sword and an ice shard from Flora. "Why would I bother gracing Nohrian scum with honor? A true ninja needs no blade, just their razor skills and sharp wit."

His hands moved, a blur of motion, and a half-dozen stars shot toward them. Corrin brought Ganglari up in a desperate arc, deflecting two, but one sliced across Flora’s cheek, drawing a thin line of blood. She gasped, stumbling back. The last three streaked toward Corrin. He twisted, but one grazed his shoulder, another his leg. The burden of the poison was potent, and he staggered.

Flora flicked her wrist, and her knife disappeared up her sleeve, replaced by her staff. "Heal!"

His wounds closed in a flurry of warm sparks, but the unnatural heaviness in his limbs remained. He raised his sword, lips drawn in a firm line, and attacked again.

This time, Omozu didn't avoid him, lunging forward with a knife in either hand. He crossed the blades, parrying. Corrin twisted the sword, catching the cross guard of his knife on the scythe-like curve of his blade, throwing it from the ninja's hand. Before Omozu could react, he stepped forward, landing a swift kick on his stomach.

"Gah!" Omozu gasped for breath, stumbling backward.

Corrin lunged, catching the edge of a desperate dodge with Ganglari's tip, drawing blood from Omozu's leg. Flora threw a dagger from behind him, burying it in his shoulder.

"Damn you," Omozu panted, tearing the dagger free. He clutched the wound, blood oozing freely between his fingers.

Corrin held his blade level with the man's chest, forcing him back against the fort wall. "Surrender. Don't make me kill you."

The ninja's eyes darted around, looking for an escape, but Corrin pressed his blade in, pinning him against the wall.

"Fine, the fort is yours. Allow my men to collect our wounded and dead, and we'll retreat," he finally spat. "But I'll be damned if this is over. You'll regret this."

He gestured to the remaining Hoshidans who were, at this point, looking over the battlefield with panicked eyes. The fight had gone out of them. They quickly went to work, gathering their comrades. Most of them were heavily wounded or unconscious. As they picked through the battlefield, they seemed shocked at finding none dead, but those Hans and his goons had slain.

Corrin sagged as they retreated down the rugged trails away from the canyon. He'd half expected another ravine to be on the other side of the fort, but from the looks of things, they were actually on the other side of Bottomless Canyon.

He froze at the thought, his heart skipping a beat. Wait, if that were true, then didn't that mean this fort was on Hoshido's half? But that would mean--

"Finally, it's over," Felicia said, sliding off Gunter's horse, interrupting his thoughts.

"Sister! Are you alright?" Flora ran to her, looking her over and using her staff to heal the few cuts and scratches she'd accumulated.

Felicia giggled as the magic flowed over her and procured her own staff, returning the favor. The twins turned to Gunter, casting the spell on him at the same time. He smiled warmly, reaching out his aged hands and ruffling their hair.

"You did well, for your first fight. As did you, Lord Corrin. That was a solid plan, though I'll admit I'm surprised how effective it was. To take on ninja in their own element by yourself...you've grown into a fine warrior."

"We're not little girls anymore," Flora pouted, pushing his hand away. "You don't have to treat us like children. We just did what needed to be done."

"Even so, I couldn't be more proud of you three. It's been an honor to fight by your side."

Corrin smiled faintly, dismissing his worries from before. Whatever the consequences were, they could deal with them later. They'd done what Father had willed of them, and even proven their merit in battle. He seemed to love conflict, so there was no way he could be upset with them, as bitter the thought was to swallow.

"It was a team effort. We wouldn't have won without everyone's help," he said, getting to his feet. "But it's a relief to have it over with. I can still feel the sting of that ninja's shurikens. How long do their poisons last again?"

"It'll wear off in a few minutes," Gunter said, hiding a smile behind a polite cough. "Now, what do you say we--" He froze, tilting his head.

Corrin straightened, alert again. "What is it? Wait, is that...footsteps? It sounds like an entire army!"

"Damn that ninja, I knew we couldn't trust him. He probably turned around and wants a rematch," Felicia growled, drawing her daggers.

A shadow moved on the Hoshidan side of the canyon. It flowed like liquid, rising from the ground and forming a humanoid shape. Another ninja?

Before he could call out to them, more figures marched out of the mist, their armor glinting in the pale sunlight. There must have been hundreds of them, arriving up and down along the edge of the canyon, surrounding them along the entire Hoshidan rim.

"That's...not Omozu," Flora said worriedly, retreating beside him.

The ninja who had appeared first had red hair and wore a mask that covered the lower half of his face. He had long, curved blades fixed to the back of his wrapped leather gauntlets, glistening with poison.

"You're the leader of the Nohrians who attacked Omozu?" he asked, eyes narrowed with malice. "Why, you're nothing more than a boy!"

"Who are you?" Corrin asked, stepping up beside Gunter.

"My name is Saizo. Remember it, for it's the name of the one who's going to kill you."

Corrin grimaced, raising his sword and clutching it in both hands. "Another fight?" He looked up and down, finding that the fort was now surrounded. "Looks like we don't have a choice. We'll cut our way through to the bridges and try to flee."

"There's a lot of them," Felicia mumbled nervously. "Perhaps we could surrender?"

Saizo took a step forward, raising his hand. A squad of samurai moved into formation behind him, all closing in on their position.

"Destroy them all!" Saizo commanded.

"No, I won't allow it!"

Corrin jerked as Xander's voice filled the air, firm and authoritative. He turned, eyes widening in disbelief as his eldest brother charged across the bridge, leading an entire squad of paladins behind him. Siegfried glowed purple in his hand, emitting an ominous aura. Several Hoshidan soldiers moved to attack, but he slashed his sword, releasing a wave of ominous violet light that sliced them apart more than twenty feet away.

"Damn it, this must be the real commander," Saizo hissed. He waved his hand and slowed their advance.

"Xander!" Corrin cried as the crown prince cantered up to them. His paladins spread out, forming a wall of gleaming steel between them and the Hoshidans. "What are you doing here?" He paused, looking around, and his face fell. "I'm grateful you're here, but we're still a little outnumbered.

"Did you think I'd come alone?" Xander asked, grinning faintly. "Camilla would kill me if I didn't let her tag along. She's a mite too protective of you."

At that moment, a roar split the sky, accompanied by the crash of thunder. A wyvern dove from the clouds, landing amid a squad of panicked samurai. It lashed out with its claws, sending two tumbling into the canyon. Camilla, wielding an axe crackling with lightning, rode atop the beast’s back.

"How dare you corner my sweet Corrin!" she cried, raising her weapon. It released a bolt of lightning, incinerating another handful of soldiers. "You'll all pay with your lives."

The Hoshidans pulled back from the fort as more Nohrian soldiers streamed across the bridges. Leo and Elise rode up at their head.

"Looks like we're here in the nick of time," Leo said. "You're luck just doesn't run out, Brother."

"Camilla, Leo, Elise...you're here!" Corrin said, stumbling over his words.

"Of course we are!" Elise said.

Camilla lashed out again, her wyvern lunging forward on its wings, scything through a group of archers. "I'll kill you all for hurting my Corrin!"

"Camilla, I'm not hurt!" he cried, afraid she'd get carried away and end up surrounded.

She turned in the saddle, tugging on her reins, and the wyvern leaped back, landing on the crumbling wall of the fort beside them. She beamed at him. "It's the thought that counts, Darling."

"I never knew you were so...ruthless," he muttered, shivering as he looked at the corpses left in her wake.

"That's because you've never seen Camilla fight before. She's super strong!" Elise said.

Saizo had retreated to a small crag overlooking the canyon, his soldiers shifting nervously as they squared up against the now superior Nohrian army. His brow furrowed as he gazed at the rebels.

"This is not ideal," he muttered.

Another ninja appeared, this one a woman in a low-cut blouse showing generous cleavage and hair obscuring half her face. She seemed familiar, especially when she spoke, tugging at something on the edge of Corrin's memories, saying, "Saizo, what the hell is going on here?"

"Kagero?" Saizo relaxed. "I misjudged the situation and moved rashly. Do we have reinforcements en route?"

"Lord Ryoma was right behind me. I came ahead to ascertain the reason for Omozu's retreat."

"Then the battle is as good as won." He raised his voice, addressing his soldiers. "Stand firm, soldiers of Hoshido! Don't let a single Nohrian pass!"

Xander frowned. "More reinforcements?"

"We don't have the numbers nor logistical support for an extended battle," Leo said. "We brought mostly cavalry on this little escapade, which hardly are appropriate troops for the terrain."

"Corrin was our number one priority, and the fort's been evaluated. Let's make our retreat," Xander said. He turned to Corrin, a serious look on his face. "Follow Gunter back with your maids. We'll hold the line as we prepare for a strategic retreat."

"On it. Thank you," Corrin said, looking around his siblings. They all gave him smiles, warming the chill in his heart.

"Milord, this way. They've secured the northern bridge," Gunter said.

With a look to make sure Flora and Felicia were following, Corrin chased after Gunter, crossing the first chasm on their way back to Nohr. They passed the line of Nohrian soldiers, finding themselves alone as they moved over the ridge toward the last bridge.  

But as they made it to the middle, Felicia suddenly cried out. Corrin turned, his heart leaping, only to find her fallen on her face, foot caught in a gap between the planks.

"Gods, Felicia, now's not the time to be clumsy," Flora said, running back to help her. Corrin started to chase her.

"Hurry, we'd best get off this bridge as soon as possible," Gunter called from the front.

"Perhaps I can help with that," a cruel voice said.

Chills ran down Corrin's spine as he turned, finding Hans and several of his goons standing at the other end of the bridge, blocking the path home. They had their weapons drawn, wearing ugly, smirking smiles.

"Hans!" Corrin cried.

"What the hell are you up to?" Gunter growled.

"Those Hoshidans died too easily. It was hardly enough to get me warmed up, and I'm not going back till I've had my fill!" Hans cried.

He lunged forward, bringing his axe down on Gunter. The old knight reared back, but his horse's hooves caught on the bridge. Its ankle twisted with a sickening snap, and together with Gunter, plunged over the edge. Corrin stared, unable to breath, as he vanished into the void below.

"Gunter!" Corrin finally found his voice, turning on Hans. "How could you do this? We're allies! You killed him!"

Hans sneered. "Aw, you gonna cry about it? Perhaps you can go find that bitch at the border fortress to kiss your tears. Or, better yet, if you miss him so much, why not join him?"

With a blood-curdling cry, he lunged at Corrin, his axe raised. Corrin shivered with uncontrollable anger, his bloodlust forming a visible haze around him. A strange power welled up in his chest, and he drew on it fully, uncaring for the horrible pain that ripped through his very soul.

"Hans!" he screamed, charging to meet the berserker. "You'll pay for this!"

He lashed out, but not with his sword. His arm burned, extending into a bone-white lance of scale and claw, far more terrifying than Camilla's wyvern's talons. Hans's eyes widened, but he was too slow. The appendage pierced his armor, punching through his shoulder with the crunch of bone and a spray of blood.

"Gah! What the hell are you?" Hans screamed, staggering back, jerking himself off the monstrous limb.

"I'll kill you," Corrin growled in a voice he didn't recognize. The power welled up again, and he attacked, but this time, a claw opened, and a burst of magic shot out, a bullet of compressed water. Hans dove out of the way, landing on the ground beyond the bridge.

As Corrin moved to chase him, Ganglari shuddered, twisting in his grip just as it had when he'd almost killed that Hoshidan. Before he could let go of it, it jerked over the side, dragging him into the depths. As he plunged into the darkness, Flora and Felicia's screams rent the air. 

And there was one more voice, desperate and close, uttering a prayer.

"My kin, my gods, my blood... Dragons grant me strength! Great Moro, I beseech you!"

It was his other maid's voice, one as familiar to him as his own breathing. But that was impossible. She was back at the northern fortress! But he couldn't deny it, as he tumbled through the air, coming face to face with a creature as strange as whatever he had just become. And its voice, there was no doubt. 

“Lilith?” he gasped as a strange power surrounded him, halting his fall. “How are you…no, what are you?”

The creature before him–no, not creature, Lilith–resembled some of the smaller dragons of the children’s stories Gunter had read to him as a child. She was small, about the size of a human, with a gentle, reptilian appearance. Her scales were smooth, colored blue and white with red accents. Her tail was long and feathery, resembling a fish more than a serpent. She clutched a strange pearl tightly, seeming to channel her power through it.

“Lord Corrin,” Lilith’s voice came, as much in his mind as in his ears. “I knew this day would come eventually, but I’m…I’m not actually human.”

“I can see that much,” Corrin said, staring at her as they rose above the lip of the canyon. “You’re a dragon?”

“Well…yes, this is my true form. It’s not the first time we’ve met, though. You saved me before. Remember that strange bird you found in the stables?”

“That was you?” Corrin groaned, rubbing his forehead. “Gods, I must have been quite the naive child to think something as noble and beautiful as you were a bird.”

She laughed lightly. “It wasn’t your fault. Where I came from…things were rarely as they appeared, if they were seen at all. But once I recovered, I took human form, and have been trying to repay you ever since.”

“Well, I think you’ve done that and more,” Corrin said, looking around. 

They finally rose above the rim of the canyon, hovering some dozen feet over the craggy ridge. The sky had awakened, releasing bolts of lightning about them, lighting the gathering mist from within. The noise of the battle had faded away, but before Corrin could search for his siblings and their forces, a peel of thunder broke directly over their heads. 

Lilith dove, diving out of the way of a bolt of lightning, yelping as it clipped her. Corrin screamed as electricity arced through the two of them, and they tumbled through the air, careening out of control. 

“Lilith! Are you alright?” Corrin cried. “Drop me if I’m too heavy. Don’t sacrifice yourself again!”

The ground reared up toward them, and Corrin’s heart pounded. Any second, and they’d smash into the cliffs! At this speed, there was no chance–

“First Dragons, I call upon you! Grant us access to the Astral Plane!”

A swirl of white light bloomed beneath them, just a few feet over the ground. They fell headlong into it, and…everything stilled. The rushing wind quieted, and their headlong momentum ceased. Corrin drifted in the light for a second, before his feet touched solid ground. Slowly, the witness faded away, revealing a foreign land around him. 

They stood in what he could only describe as a courtyard, with features reminiscent of the Northern Fortress, save…prettier. The architecture was the same, but the courtyard ground was soft and grassy, with the occasional cobblestone peeking through. The walls were thick and tall, with even crenellations, the gates heavy and secure. Instead of a keep, there was a raised dais and a throne nestled beneath an open-walled tower against the far side. The sky was dark and stormy, with thick fog swirling around the walls, blocking any sight of the world beyond. It was dark and gloomy, just like the weather of the Bottomless Canyon.

“Lilith?” 

Corrin looked around the fields, gasping as he found Lilith lying on the ground a small distance away. Her scales were blackened where the lightning had struck her, and her chest rose and fell shallowly. Her sphere had fallen nearby, resting on the ground. He ran to her, lifting her in his arms, surprised at how little the dragon weighed. 

“I-I’m alright,” Lilith stammered, her eyes fluttering open. She took a deep breath, and a warm, tingling light rose from her scales, flowing over her wounds. They knit together in real time.

“That’s amazing,” Corrin marveled, running his hand over her newly restored hide. Her scales were smooth, hard yet soft, and cool to the touch.

She giggled at his touch. “Hey, that tickles! And you needn’t worry about me. As a dragon, I can draw from the power of this Astral Realm, using its blessings to heal wounds, or its breath to strike down invaders.”

“Astral Realm? Is that the name of this place?”

She shook herself, rising out of his arms and levitating once more. Her oversized pearl shivered, rising to unite with her again. “This place exists as a parallel realm to where you live. I can open a portal with this,” she hefted her pearl, “But it remains open.”

“Hence what you were saying about invaders.”

She hesitated, then nodded, a whole body motion for the dragon. “Something like that, though there are other dangers to–no, let’s not worry about that now. In addition to invaders, this realm can also host friends. See?”

She gestured with a clawed limb, and he turned to where they’d appeared, at the front gates of the courtyard. The soft white glow of the portal winked back, but he squinted, making out two silhouettes within. They grew more defined over the seconds, until two girls stumbled out.

“Flora? Felicia?” he gasped.

They stared around dazedly, blinking the light from their eyes. At his voice, they perked up, and he ran to them.

“Milord!” Felicia cried, throwing her arms around him, hugging him fiercely.

Flora gripped her skirt with both hands, looking like she wanted to do the same, yet held her composure. He smiled faintly, reaching out with an arm and drawing her in, clasping both of his maids’ heads to his chest. They held back sobs, melting into his embrace.

“We thought you were…” Felicia sniffled.

“I’m sorry to worry you,” he comforted, stroking their hair.

“Is that…Lilith’s voice I heard?” Flora asked when they’d calmed down.

He nodded, letting go of them and introducing the dragon. When he’d finished explaining what Lilith had told him, he asked, “So, how did you find your way in?”

“That white light lingered after it had swallowed you up, like an open doorway. We just…followed you in, I guess,” Felicia said.

“I hope the Hoshidans don’t get the same idea,” Corrin said, frowning.

Flora shook her head. “It was pretty hidden in some trees, and the fog was getting thicker. They’d have to be extraordinarily lucky to stumble across it.”

“Then it sounds like we have a brief reprieve,” Corrin said. He took a deep breath, finally allowing himself to feel the sorrow clawing at his heart. “I can’t believe Gunter’s really gone.”

“That Hans…I’ll kill him for that,” Felicia muttered darkly.

“Yes, but first you must rest and recover. You’re all exhausted,” Lilith said. 

She stretched out her claw, and Corrin felt the ground beneath his feet vibrate, resonating with her power. The ground ruptured in the center of the courtyard, and a towering tree emerged from the fissure. It was lush and vibrant, so unlike the scraggly, ashen scrub that inhabited Nohr. In its boughs, with a staircase leading up to it, was a structure of some sort, seemingly woven from the tree itself.

“It’s beautiful!” Felicia said.

“Was that a dragon vein?” Corrin asked.

Lilith nodded. “The power of the dragons flows freely here. Given enough time and practice, even you could learn to wield it.”

“Then I’ll be in your care. Are you certain we’re safe to rest?”

“I’ll watch over you. Nothing happens beyond my watch in this realm.”

The three thanked Lilith and climbed the stairs around the great trunk of the tree. Inside, they found quarters for rest and relaxation, with a small empty bookshelf, a desk, and a large bed.

Corrin collapsed on the bed, having only the strength to shrug off his armor. He didn’t even bother asking if they’d brought him proper sleeping attire. It seemed ridiculous at this point.

But as he made himself comfortable, crawling up the satin sheets, the maids hesitated, looking at each other.

“Milord…” Felicia asked, running a hand through her ponytail. “There’s…”

“Only one bed,” Flora finished.

“We can sleep on the floor!” Felicia volunteered.

Corrin yawned, patting the sheets beside him. “It’s plenty big enough for all of us. You’re just as tired as I am, and at a time like this, there’s no sense standing on ceremony.”

“I guess that’s true, but…it’s not proper,” Flora said, gripping her skirts.

Felecia looked at the bed one more time, at Corrin snuggling into the sheets, before she broke. “It’s fine. No one will know, right?”

“I guess, but…okay,” Flora relented.

Blushing, the two maids crawled onto the bed, but Corrin lay right in the middle, forcing the sisters to choose sides: Flora on the left, Felicia on the right. He smiled faintly, grateful that they chose to lie beside him, sharing their warmth. As they got comfortable, he reached out to them, and they responded, snuggling against his sides. With the betrayal, and Gunter’s death, there was no one else he wanted close. 

Scarcely had sleep gripped him, then he was waking up again, blinking groggily in the gray light of the astral plane. Flora and Felicia still slept soundly, hugging him from either side, their legs intertwined with his. He swallowed hard as he felt their softness, and the rather uncomfortable weight in his pants. As close as they were to siblings, he couldn’t help but notice their beauty and femininity at a time like this. Not that he disliked it, and he held them both, enjoying their touch, until they stirred.

The twin sisters blushed as they realized the rather compromising position they found themselves in, and quickly untangled themselves, adjusting their skirts with warm blushes. Corrin smiled and quickly donned his armor. 

Lilith was waiting for them as they left the sleeping quarters behind. Corrin was surprised to see another structure had appeared in the empty courtyard. It reminded him of the shrines built to the Dusk Dragon in Nohr, save it was small and elegant, a perfect resting place for Lilith.

“Good morning,” Lilith said, “Or at least, something like morning. Time and weather work differently here.”

“Is that why it’s so gloomy here?” Felicia asked.

“Exactly. When the portal’s open, it usually resembles the weather outside, but even that can be finicky.”

“So that’s why it’s so dark and stormy. But what about when you close the portal?” Corrin asked.

A shiver ran down the dragon’s back and across her tail. “That’s...different. But you can’t stay here when that happens. Forget the weather; time behaves erratically in the astral plane’s realms. One minute outside could be a year inside, or vice versa. It’s too dangerous for mortals like you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you for the warning,” Corrin said.

“One more thing,” Lilith added. “You can call me anytime you wish, just like you might use a dragon vein. But be warned, I’ll be using your power as an anchor for the portal, so it will appear wherever you are.”

“And it will be open to anyone as long as we’re inside. Got it,” Corrin said. “Now, let’s try our luck outside. We might be able to find an opportunity to slip away into Nohr and make it back to Krakenburg.”

Drawing his sword, Corrin led his maids to the front gates, where Lilith saw them off. He closed his eyes as he stepped into the white light, his stomach flipping as a feeling of weightlessness gripped him. Before long, the ground appeared beneath his feet, and he found himself in the Bottomless Canyon once more. As his maids had promised, they were in a thick copse of leafless trees. Flora and Felicia followed a second later, and the portal closed behind them.

“We’re back. I didn’t miss this place at all,” Felicia said, shivering as she looked around.

“It’s so quiet. Where is everyone?” Corrin asked.

He moved to leave the trees, not seeing anyone around, but a soft thump behind him caused him to turn. 

“Huh? Flora? Felicia? What’s wrong?” he cried, running to their side. Both had fallen, eyes rolled up in their heads. He knelt at their side and gasped as he found a small iron star embedded in their necks. A small bead of blood welled at the wound as he plucked them out–painful but hardly fatal. 

“Poison?” he gasped as they refused to respond to his touch.

Before he could turn, or even raise his sword, a shadow fell over him.

“You’re mine, Nohrian!” 

He thought the voice sounded familiar, but had no time to consider it. Tremendous pain exploded on the back of his head, and he fell forward atop Felicia, his consciousness fading into darkness.