~Deadly feelings~ Hubert x Reader FE3H

Chapter twenty-six: Nosing.

You

Location: Castle Ranlord, Yegin, Nestra.

Dearest Hubert,

I have been crowned, at last. They delayed it for many days- saying such silly things but none of that matters. I wish to know how you are, I miss you dearly. I would love to travel to Fodlan right away, but it seems such a thing is ridiculous for me. As such, my return to you will be postponed-unless I can magically sneak away from Henry and Frankie's hawk eye.

I must return to my many tasks, I hope this finds you in good health and you are able to write back; the address will be in a separate sheet I shall send with this.

-Your worn out Ram.

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The choice to sign the letter under 'Ram' was a longing thought you had for many minutes, hoping he would find it cute if you used the name he called you. On the envelope, you wrote his name and the address of the Monastery- not knowing he was residing in the Empire.

"Excuse me." You called out, knowing a guard will enter from outside your room.

"Yes your Majesty?" A young woman stepped in, hair tied back in a bun and a pleasant smile on her lips.

"Send this for me?" 

"Right away, ma'm." the lady bowed, a lock of red hair loosening from the bun.

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Location: Vestra Manor, Adrestia. One week later.

"Excuse me, Marquis?" in contrast to your guards and maids, the ones Hubert had were scarce and timid.

"Yes?" The middle aged man looked up from a pile of paper.

"A letter has arrived from Garreg Mach Monastery for Lord Hubert. He seems to be in Enbarr, however."

"Hm. Leave it there." The man patted an empty spot on his desk, returning his gaze to the papers.

"That's not all, sire. I felt need to point out this seems to not have originally come from Garreg Mach, or even Fodlan." The tanned woman bit her lip, flipping the letter over and showing the binding stamp on the back of the envelope.

"Is that..?" The Marquis took it from the maid, examining the finer details of this crimson oil stamp. "The Kingdom of Nestra?"

"Indeed, however that is a personal stamp."

"You mean to say my son is in cahoots with a royal?" The man couldn't believe it, this was the first he was hearing of any Nestrain royal making contact with a person from Fodlan. Let alone a Vestra.

"Perhaps a general, sire. Anyone with high ranking order within Castle Ranlord should be able to obtain that stamp."

"That...would make more sense, yes." he paused, putting the letter on his desk. "They just announced a new monarch did they not?"

"Yes, Queen ___ was crowned last week due to the passing of King Indulf in the pegasus moon."

"Sounds familiar, you're dismissed." 

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H

Ater one long day in Enbarr, Hubert wanted nothing more than a cup of personally made coffee. However what he received was the first welcome home he'd ever got. 

"This way." The Marquis snapped, pointing to the dining room on the right, Hubert had a right to decline whatever need his Father had for him, but followed obediently.

"What could this be about?" He asked, sitting on the second chair from the head of the table, folding his arms in a standoffish manor.

"This came for you from Garreg Mach." His father slided a cream coloured envelope over to his son, eyeing him up in the process.

"From Garreg Mach?" Hubert quizzed, he wasn't expecting any mail from there for another week, what could this be? Picking up the paper he read the address, "This isn't Lady Edelgard's writing..." He muttered, turning the letter over. "Oh." Hubert swallowed, the oil stamp with Nestra's coat of arms shined under the candlelight.

"Who is in Nestra, Hubert?" The man warned, brows furrowed and fingers tapping on the table. 

"I told you I won't be answering your petty questions." Hubert slipped the envelope into the pocket inside his coat.

"No. You said you wouldn't answer any questions due to Lady Edelgard's request, I doubt someone high up in Nestra would write to you instead of her directly. And since when did the Empire talk to Nestra?" The Marquis had a point, he was still the head of House Vestra.

"Who I concern myself with has nothing to do with you." Hubert coughed.

"Good job I read the letter then."

"You...what?" A bubble of sweat rose up on Huberts forehead, whatever was in that letter was something his Father should not be reading. Actually what could be in that letter? So many thoughts went through his mind, you could have written anything to him. A N Y T H I N G.

"Who is that, really, Hubert?" His Father was losing patience, if Hubert wouldn't say anything he'd take matters into his own hands.

"If you must know." He sighed, standing up from the chair, "Queen ___ and Prince Ernest attended Garreg Mach this year. ___ joined the Black Eagles class and became quite close with myself and Edelgard. This letter is presumably from her."

"The Nestrian Royals attended a school in Fodlan? And you managed to befriend one of them, enough so that she would personally write to you?"

"Well...I suppose so." Hubert did not want to disclose the terms of your relationship with his despicable Father.

"You suppose?" The man raised his brows, seeing that there was something hidden underneath.

"I'll be taking my leave now." Hubert excused himself, he had exposed much more than he wanted but also was desperate to see how you were doing.

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Sadness. Disappointment. All of them feelings flooded him once reading your letter, you wouldn't be returning to Fodlan? Or rather it had been delayed.

He was going insane without you, without your touch, warmth or love. Waking up alone was like a kick to the balls, Hubert felt his life had no purpose anymore apart from his duties to Lady Edelgard. 

Ah yes, Edelgard.

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OKAY. I have a plan for this story, but it seems real unlikely so I have to make it seem more likely. If that makes sense.

FHQ- 'You...what?'