Sunrise. Time drags by at a snail's pace. You've turned the hourglass on the dinner table four times since waking up. You perch on the window's wide-open ledge and gaze out to the sprawling cityscape below to dull your boredom. To ease thoughts of Flora's departure, also. The latter sadly isn't working.
Throwing and catching a serrated dagger, you take in Windmire's splendor from your bird's eye view. A view of the world works wonders for widening one's horizons. Words imparted by your swordmaster sensei many years prior. Sage advice you took to heart.
Far below is Krakenburg Bridge, and further to the northeast is the nearest of the city's several slum districts. Those dwelling the grubby streets there are small and nondescript from where you sit. There must be hundreds of them though. Now, you're one of them. A Nohrian. One of Camilla's chosen.
The cold morning air bites at the surface of your skin. You hug your arms around your middle to stave it off and sigh thoughtfully.
A lone carriage sits at the foot of Krakenburg Bridge; the one thing you dwell on despite your best efforts. You wouldn't be giving it more than a passing glance if it weren't for a certain girl with icewater hair climbing inside. Her striking purple dress makes her easier to spot even from this height.
"Flora..." You sigh sadly. Your dear childhood friend. Your savior for having unknowingly sparked your rebellious flame and freed you from the trappings of Hoshidan service. A woman to whom you owe more than many.
A coach driver climbs aboard the carriage's front seat and gives the horses a stiff whack with the reins. Slowly, the carriage pulls away.
Your heart sinks, and you give an aching goodbye smile. "Farewell, my dear friend," you whisper. "And thank you for always being at my side." You choke out a small sob and avert your gaze from the carriage. "I'll miss you..."
For the longest time you remain at your window and watch the world; Watch the people. Anything to distract you.
This is your home now after all, at Camilla's shoulder. A life for a life.
The door's squeaking hinges get your attention. You glance over from your perch and narrow your eyes a touch. A young lassie with striking red pigtailed hair adorned in a gambeson coat walks toward you. Selena.
A woman you've little time for, either. Given what she did to Felicia.
"Need something?" you enquire coldly, eyes turned again to the open window out of disdain.
"Yeah, I do," answers the redhead snidely. "Lady Camilla's ready for you, so come with me. I'm not in the mood to wait."
Camilla expressed her desire to have you outfitted with Nohrian attire about a week or so prior. Two of her seamstresses arrived in the wee hours of Monday morning to take measurements for the task. Though you haven't been summoned before now, you've heard whispers out in the hall of a small band of well-paid artisans working through the night at her request. The piece they're working on is apparently a coat, and rumoured to be very expensive.
"The coat's done I take it?" you ask.
"Mmm-hmm. So stop sitting around and come with me already."
A request from this young lady you would refuse in a heartbeat. Camilla is a different story though.
"Very well," you comply with a displeased mumble. You swing your legs back over the ledge and hop down onto the floor. You then brush a hand through your windswept black hair and nod in agreement. "Lead the way. I'll keep pace."
"Whatever," Selena groans impolitely, rolling her eyes. "Just don't lag behind, you rogue."
You keep quiet and follow, discarding the insult levelled your way.
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A Night With Corrin
FanfictionWar rages between Nohr and Hoshido. You are a Hoshidan soldier with special orders from Ryoma himself to protect his little sister, Princess Corrin, whilst she travels around camp. As the weeks go by you begin to fall for the Princess, not that you...
