There it is. Sitting in the palm of her hand was a memory he'd long forgotten. This flower, once peppered the lush emerald fields of Duscur with its violet bloom, was destroyed along with his homeland. How is it, then, that this single piece found its way into Byleth's hands? "Flowers have a brilliant way of expressing themselves, do they not?" It all makes sense now. The Goddess Tower. This flower. The pink on her cheeks as she avoids his gaze. "I love you too, Dedue." she says, "Did you think you were alone in your feelings?" __ Dedue thinks he's prepared to propose to Byleth. Little did he know that she has a surprise for him. However, neither of them are prepared for this humble proposal to send ripples throughout Fodlan. Will their love change this nation for the better, or for the worse?