Fire Emblem Awakening: My Story

The Exalt and The King

Chrom

There he was.

I held back a snarl as the Mad King came into view. You could see his red hair and the yellow linings of his cloak a mile away. Standing next to him was a woman with long, white hair and revealing black armor.

That dastard... He's going to regret EVER setting a foot into Ylisse!

Just then, I felt Anna's fingers brush against my palm. "Deep breaths, Chrom. We're going to get through this."

I looked into her sapphire blue eyes and sighed. "...Alright, Anna. I really hope you're right." I looked to the Mad King again, and a strong feeling of defensiveness and anxiety came over me. "Stay close. I don't trust anyone here, enemies could pop out at any second. I don't want you getting hurt."

Of course, she gave me that pouty frown whenever I show her any amount of concern. "I can take care of myself!"

Before I could say anything, the Mad King spoke. "What's this, then? The exalt herself, in all her radiance? I fear I must shade my eyes!" he laughed.

Emmeryn kept her composure. "King Gangrel, I've come for the truth of this unfortunate between us."

"The truth? I can give you the truth." The woman in black said.

"Perhaps milady might first share her name?" Emmeryn asked.

The woman smirked. "You may call me Aversa."

Emmeryn nodded. "Very well, Aversa. Is Maribelle unharmed?"

"Who? Oh yes, the little blonde brat." Gangrel tossed his head to the side. There, Maribelle was being held back by a Plegian soldier. My rage burned at the sight.

"Unhand me, you gutter-born troglodyte!" Meribelle spat, struggling against her captor.

Lissa jumped forward. "Maribelle!"

Aversa clicked her tongue and checked her nails. "This girl crossed the Plegian border without our consent," she sighed. "And what's more, she wounded the brave Plegian soldiers who sought only to escort her safely home."

"LIES! You speak nothing but lies, hag!" Maribelle spat. "Did they not teach the meaning of the word 'truth' in wretched-crone school?!"

Aversa giggled. "You see? No manners at all. Such a nasty little bird simply had to be caged."

"Such a violent temper speaks to her guilt. This will call for a weighty punishment," Grangrel drew on. "And if she were to later confess to being an Ylissean spy? My goodness! It would take an act of CONSIDERABLE good faith to repair our relations."

"I have done nothing wrong! It is they who should confess!" Maribelle cried. "They are the ones who invaded Ylisse. They razed an entire village! When I attempted to intervene, they took me and dragged me across the border. Let the plundered shops and charred homes of that village serve as my proof!"

Gangrel shrugged. "That would only prove Ylisse has a bandit problem - something I hear oft of late... But indeed, tonight I shall weep salty tears into my pillow for your dead villagers."

"Your Grace, please!" Maribelle desperately cried. Like we're going to believe that dastard!!!

Emmeryn held up a hand. "Peace, Maribelle. I believe you." She looked up at Gangrel. "King Gangrel, I request that you release this woman at once. Surely you and I can sort out these affairs without the need for hostages."

Gangrel frowned. "Without so much as an apology? Why should I even bother with parley?" he inquired. "I'm within my rights to have her head this instant and be home in time for supper."