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All was quiet. The war was over, peace filled the countryside, the dead remained in their graves. People could go about their lives again.

Yet, in Askr castle, there was unrest. Heroes, used to fighting off invasions, had had no threats to fight off for months. Some had spent time at the hot springs, others attending festivals or going to the beach.

Fjorm had remained at the castle however, trying her best to stop non-sanctioned tournaments from breaking out and destroying the palace grounds. She wore a simple white dress with ice blue and gold highlights. Currently, she rolled a food cart down the hall, delivering a special candlelit meal.
 
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Harunaka

Haru was one of the many who was left anxious after the war's sudden ending. Spending the last year training in the reserves, his final assignment was escorting a family of nobles back to the kingdom. Afterwards, he would unite with the local garrison and prepare for departure on a series of specialized missions.

Just as he arrived, however, it seemed all the fighting had stopped. And now he was left far from home with nothing to do. Still, he didn't mind too much. Perhaps now he could spend some time on vacation. Maybe, if he found something worthwhile, he would stay here; possibly find an honest hobby and send some money back home. That's right! He needed to make money! That was the only reason why he enlisted! He needed to support his homeland.

The realization smacked into him hard. He'd wasted so much time already lazing around! He hadn't even a place to sleep! There had to be somebody around here who could give him work. His head whipped around back-and-forth until he spotted someone walking down the hall of one of the castles he decided to tour. A blonde-haired woman pushing a candlelit meal down the hall. A maid perhaps? Maybe they were still hiring.

Awkwardly, the young man scurried over towards the woman. "E-excuse me, miss?" His voice sounded as nervous as his overcompensated smile. "You wouldn't happen to know where a poor stranger could find some work around here, would you?"
 

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Kiran sat atop the roof of Askr Castle, looking across the landscape. He sighed, glad he wouldn't have to fight any longer. He grasped the weapon in his belt: the Breidablik, the divine weapon that could summon Heroes with a pull of its trigger. He was almost glad the blasted object had quit working, cutting off his supposedly endless supply of battlefield fodder and forcing him to learn how to use the weaponry of this world instead. Nobody had told him that the Orbs the weapon fired were very scarce, but he didn't care. None of that mattered now. He was just glad all the slaughtering was over.

He was simply sitting and watching the dawn now. He saw some people gathering on the field below and knew there was going to be trouble, as Fjorm disliked these impromptu feats of brute strength. He hooked his feet onto the stone railing of the roof, leapt, and landed below where he had been sitting, allowing him to scale down the Castle towards the intruders, who he could tell were getting ready for a joust. He leapt to the ground after a bit, having only a single story to brace for as he rolled to his feet again, right between the two horsemen, who stopped immediately. "Either find some other way to settle this dispute," he called calmly, drawing breidablik. "or I make the War look like a fucking tea party."

To him, it was harmless; he knew that the weapon wouldn't do anything unless loaded, which it wasn't. But everyone else saw the weapon as a symbol of power, of War, and of destruction. Within a minute, the others were gone, leaving Kiran to sit on the castle steps, alone again. Well, except for the white haired stranger and Fjorm behind him. He decided to find a place where he could truly be alone, somewhere he could think about what to do next in life. He stood and began on the road to the nearest town, uncertain of where the road itself would lead him, metaphorically speaking.
 
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Fjorm paused as the stranger approached her, biting her lip in thought. "Um... I thin I remember the Hot Springs needed someone to help keep supplies ready, and Anna said something about needing guards for her merchants-"

She broke off, getting ready to stop yet another bout of men showing off when Kiran arrived. Her breath caught, her eyes lighting up, "Oh, Kiran, I was looking for..." She blushed, looking sadly at the ground as Kiran departed. "Thank you, Kiran. I guess..." she sighed, looking forlornly at the food cart.
 

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Kiran didn’t hear Fjorm as he departed. However, since his fighting style and agility depended greatly on the magic the Breidablik allowed him to access, he felt her sadness, though only faintly. Luckily, that was all it took. He’d known before when Fjorm was feeling sad about something he’d done, and it felt like he did right now.

And so it was that Kiran turned back to Askr Castle to see what was the matter. He took the back way around, however, wanting to surprise her a little, if he could. He climbed the first story when he got there, navigating the ceiling fixtures as if he were navigating a forest full of enemy troops.

When he finally found Fjorm again, he dropped down behind her with nary a sound, tapped her shoulder, and said, “Why have you summoned me here, Lady Fjorm? Is the War not over? Or have you still not gotten over your crush on me?” He chuckled and continued, “Ah, I jest, M’Lady. In truth, what do you ask of me? What noble deed have you in store for the so-called Legendary Hero?”
 
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Harunaka

Haru smiled graciously at the woman's answer. "The hotsprings, huh? I haven't been there yet. Sounds lovely." He was more or less speaking to himself at this point. "Or being a bodyguard for a group of merchants... That sounds like it would pay much better. But still... hot springs..."

It was then that he noticed some guy literally drop from the sky in the middle of some jousters. The person's sudden appearance surprised even him. And just as fast as he appeared he'd left immediately. Haru blinked after him, then rubbed the back of his head. "Man, tensions are really high right now, huh?" He spoke aloud. "You'd think people would be happy now that the war's over... but I guess if you spend all that time getting ready for a fight..." He looked back at the blonde. She didn't seem to be paying much attention to him at this point. She seemed somewhat disappointed. Had he did something wrong.

Haru stammered. "H-hey. I'm not saying I feel like that or anything!" He kind of did. "War is the worst. No matter what good might come out of it, it never really feels worth it." His lips were moving faster than his brain could process what he was saying. It was then that the strange guy dropped out of the sky again and scared the black hair's off Haru's neck.

Is that how people get around in this province?
 
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Fjorm blushed deeply as Kiran mentioned the word "crush". She swatted him lightly. "Now that you mention it, yes, that is exactly why I was looking for you. I had a nice meal prepared to share with you, couldn't find you anywhere, and when I do find you, you ran off!"

She is fighting back tears. "I realize I am mostly to blame for not saying anything, but if you're really not interested, maybe I should be inviting HIM," she declares softly, pointing at Haru, "to dine with the princess of Nifl instead. I've tried hinting as Gunntyra suggested that I want you to ask me out, but you never did. I'm starting to think I'm ugly!"
 
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Harunaka

Haru blinked when he heard the phrase Princess. He looked back and forth between the two of them, completely bewildered, then pointed at himself with an obviously confused staremy before exclaiming. "Ehh?!" Was he truly in the presence of royalty? He stepped back in order to distance himself from her royal presence. Wouldn't want to be jailed for accidentally bumping the princess.

But then he began to pick up on the subtle hints from the conversation. Again, his eyes followed back and forth between the two before he realized this other man was a potential suitor for the princess. And one who shamefully disregarded the poor girl's feelings to the point where she began to think herself ugly.

"Chiiiii.." Haru shot the man a shaming stare. How could one allow himself to be so dense as to not take a beautiful woman's feelings seriously, princess or not. Perhaps Haru should play the role of the suave mystery man to swoop in and woo her royal heart. He could marry into the family, live a cushy life, and never have to worry about money again.

~snort~ not even in his dreams. Oh well. For now, he will continue to shame the man who so cold-heartedly disregards the princess's heart.
 

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Kiran was deeply- well, he didn't know how he felt about all this. Mostly confused, but also sorry for Fjorm, frustrated in himself, and... lustful, to an extent. "I- I'm sorry too. I was absorbed in the War, and I truly didn't catch any of your signals. Plus, even if I had caught your signals, I've always thought you were a bit out of my league. I won't blame you if you do decide to be with this... old-looking fellow. But I assure you, if you choose me-" He flipped his hood back, revealing his brilliant blue eyes and somewhat messy chestnut brown hair before continuing. "-I promise you won't regret it. I'd love to have a dinner with you, if you'd have me."

He hoped she was receptive to his advances, but decided to leave her with one last comment to think about. "Plus, if your Highness approves... when you catch a glimpse of my Breidablik, if you catch my drift, you certainly won't regret it." He stepped back, giving Fjorm some space in case she rejected him. And in case she drew her spear on him. He knew it was best not to anger her, in any situation. He found his eyes being drawn to the lower portion of her outfit, and quickly directed his gaze at her face after he noticed it.
 
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Fjorm raised her head, undecided as to whether or not she was in a forgiving mood. "Maybe I should invite both of you," she declared, looking between the two before her attention returned to Kiran. "The war didn't stop you from flirting with Camille," she whispered. "I even picked out a special outfit for dinner." She brushed her shoulder aside to just barely reveal a gold string leading down to something lacey and sheer before covering it up again.

"I would still like to have you to dinner, just maybe not something quite as... intimate, just yet." She turns back to Haru. "Would you be willing to chaperone? In case I get... Too eager to forgive too soon?" She glanced shyly back to Kiren. "I think he needs to apologize properly, but I'm afraid my resolve might melt if I don't have a reminder."
 
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Haru squawked with indigence. ~Old-looking?~ His eyes glanced up to his silver strands of hair and his face fell flat. He spoke quietly with a blank affect. "You know this is a very exotic color where I come from." He watched man man flip back his hood to reveal what he brought to the table. Haru was not impressed. "Dark-colored hair is so common and boring anyway." Haru leered at the man's... courtship. Was this how royals in this land got down? He shrugged. He didn't know much about royalty himself being a simple farmhand before enlisting. As well. Best leave them to it.

Then the princess mentioned inviting both of them to dinner. He blinked like an owl and pointed at himself cluelessly. Apparently she even picked out a special outfit. His nostrils flared at the hint of something secretly ladylike beneath her clothing and he couldn't help paining a mental image of what may lie beneath her clothing. His eyes flashed toward the man. ~Lucky swine.~

His attention snapped back onto the princess as she addressed him once more. She invited him to come with. As a chaperone? Did he really look like an old man? Inner-Haru cried tears of shame and sadness, but yet, an opportunity presented itself. "Hmm..." He crossed his arms and rested his chin between his thumb and pointer finger. It could be a good opportunity to add a little something to his resume. Royal Chaperone. Could make bargaining pay for other guard duties easier. He smiled pleasantly. "I would love to accompany you, M'lady!" If only to piss off the other guy. "I'll make sure the young man is an absolute gentleman and that your dignity is respected."

It'd be nice to pretend like he'd have a shot with the princess also, but that was a reality not meant for one of his class. At best, he'd just have to take his lewd thoughts home with him at the end of the night and focus on the more practical benefits of being in her presence.
 
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Kiran nodded. "I completely agree. The two of us being alone... Well, we'll say that I wouldn't want to be accused of anything I didn't do. Don't get me wrong, I'll own up to it if I did it, but I won't tolerate false accusations. A chaperone would keep that from being a problem." He turned to the white haired wonder. "Well, I'm sorry, man. Your hair's actually pretty good, compared to my common, boring hair. Come to think of it..." He tilted his head, then nodded. "That's actually a nice color on you. You're right, it is exotic." He grinned, then turned back to Fjorm.

"Well, yeah... I forgot about that. Alright, O admit, I wasn’t as busy with the War as I thought. At least, not until the end, when I ran out of Orbs, anyway. It’s not because she’s prettier than you. She’s not. I just felt as if she were more in my range than you were, you being a Princess and all. However, beyond that, I have no excuse. Forgive me for my ignorance, M’Lady.” He bowed down so far his matted hair touched the ground, and his Hood replaces itself on his head. When he stood, he wore a face of solemn duty once more. He finally said, “May I take the cart, Ma’am? I should think it’s the least I might do for you, given the trouble I’ve caused so far.”
 
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Fjorm blushed at the pretty words, resolve visibly melting. It was a good thing she had already arranged for a Chaperone. "Yes, you should," she smiled, leading the way back to her quarters, hips swaying unconsciously as she moved.

The room was decorated nicely with an ice mountain motif and candles. Upon entering, she moved to one of four long, low riding couches next to the table, tucking her legs under her. There were some bottles of wine and place settings for two. "Oh... I forgot I only brought enough dishes for two." She blushed. "My sisters have gone to the beach for the day."
 
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Haru appreciated the recognition of his hair and nodded sagely. Perhaps this person wasn't so bad. He then began to apologize to the princess. Haru folded his arms and watched the man's display. The princess seemed to accept the apology. Haru had a hard time deciding whether or not it was sincere, but he shrugged. It really wasn't any of his business.

Seemed like they were off. The young man couldn't help watch the princess's hypnotic sway. Reluctantly, he pulled his eyes away. He wondered if he could go to prison for having depraved thoughts about royalty in public. He rubbed his neck subconsciously.

They arrived in a fancy room. He hadn't visited many during his young life. This was kind of nice. She also went to make room for him as well. How nice. And what was this about sisters?

Haru turned to the man. He figured if he'd be joining then for dinner, he might as well introduce himself. "I'm Haru, by the way." He held a hand out. "Nice to meet you."
 

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Kiran took the cart immediately, following Fjorm to the room with both swiftness and silence. He, too, was quite unable to remove his eyes from the princess’... well, his friends would’ve called it ‘Dat ass’, but he preferred the term ‘Pristine thiccness’.

He shook his head at her apologies. “Ah, no problem, no problem...” He removed some provisions from his pack and placed them directly in the open palm of this ‘Haru’ character. He chuckled as he did so, then turned back to Fjorm.

“Ah, Forgive my childish nature. It’s easy to lose oneself in a War, so I’m definitely not the same guy you knew back then. Sure, I act a tough game, and I could probably live up to that game, if I wanted. But in truth-” He paused, looking Haru over, trying to analyze wether he was a threat or not, then turned back, satisfied that his secret was safe.

“-In truth, I was a farmboy before all of this. Only reason I was dressed like this is because Anna caught me in the middle of Roleplaying... and not even with other people! Even this robe was my Father’s, from the Great War. That’s kinda the only reason I’m staying here... to keep him from getting mad at me. That and... well, where would you rather be? On a farm, milking Slime Girls and tending to very angry Centaurs, or in a beautiful world, living in a palace, with a beautiful princess, where everybody thinks you’re some kinda Legendary Hero? I’ve already made my choice about that.”

He sighed, then smiled. “Well. I think I’ve bored you for long enough with my tales of woe and sadness. Shall we eat? I’m curious as to just how good a cook you are, M’Lady!” He walked to Fjorm’s chair and pulled it out for her, a common courtesy where he came from, even if it was just your sister, or even your mother.
 
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Fjorm blushed softly as the trays were uncovered. There was enough food for five people, a variety of foods from chilled salad with apples and berries to a tender roast that practically melted in the mouth to a creamy whip with raspberries. Honey butter accompanied freshly baked loaves of bread and delicate candies as fine as spun silk took up a tray all of their own.

"Legendary hero or not, you've taken on feats that earned you a place here. Do you argue that you didn't save me when we first met? That you didn't quench the flames of Muspel and kill Surtr once and for all? That you didn't challenge and defeat Hel, Queen of Death? That you didn't save my life -again- by finding the dragon of Nifl and convincing her to heal me after learning I put my life essence into your weapon so Surtr could be defeated."

She was only two glasses of wine in, and already she was showing signs of getting drunk. The shoulders of her dress had slipped down, revealing more of the white and gold lace underneath, and revealing quite a bit of cleavage. She blushed, realizing she had not been paying attention to Haru. "Gunnthra is to be queen, not me, so it's not like I have to marry royal unless I want to," she giggled.
 
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Harunaka

Cloudly eyes took in all of the man as he told his tale. Haru smirked. This person was disgustingly relateable. The silver-haired ex-recruit was pretty much doing the same thing: loitering in a kingdom far away from home instead of returning to a boring, impoverished life. He collected the things the stranger passed on to him. A wondrous smell caressed his nostrils as the princess removed the trays from her food. He sniffed deeply and was teleported into another world! His eyes filled with swirls as he stared at the shimmering variety of foods fit for, well, royalty. Who knew princesses could cook?

As they all sat down, the princess started rattling off his new... acquaintances achievements. Haru's polite smile began to slowly waver. So much for some common farmboy, huh? He sighed, then dropped his head, then decided to just start eating. Might as well, right? And oh boy was this food absolutely amazing! "A future queen that can cook." He nommed happily. "somebody is gonna be one lucky royal." Maybe the wine was getting to him? His lips flew a little too freely in the presence of a future queen.

Then she mentioned that someone else, possibly a sister, was going to be queen instead and she could, more or less, marry whoever she wanted.

His eyes flickered up toward the woman. Oh, and what a woman... The shoulders of her dress began to fall, and he was treated to a very full view of her womanly features. He gulped. A part of him knew that, as the princess's dinner chaperone, he should jump hand over foot to protect the beautiful blonde's modesty. And yet... something caused him to hesitate.

"M'Lady," He took another sip of his wine. "Could you please pass another slice of that delicious bread?" His voice was innocent, but his intentions were not. The loaf was in the center of the table, well within his own arm's reach. For the Princess, however, she would have to have to lean a bit inward in order to pass the pastry over to him; possibly allowing him to sneak a mischievous peek at her deepening cleavage. His eye glanced over toward the man next to him. For a moment, Haru wondered if he would catch on. Of course he would. Who wouldn't? Somehow, Haru felt like the man was thinking the same thing...

Might as well enjoy his stay...

((small edit to the last paragraph))
 
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Kiran, who was also shocked at the sheer volume of the Princess' cooking skills, nodded, somewhat in agreement to the statements Fjorm was rattling off. "Well, yes, but- Well, it's just- I-" Every time he spoke, she cut him off, and he decided to just shut up until she was finished. When she had, he replied, "Well, no. No I can't argue some of those statements. However, may I add, it was mostly the Heroes I summoned that were doing the saving and defending. Quenching the Flame, finding the Dragon... Those were purely me. The rest was Breidablik." He raised the weapon, which glowed in Fjorm's presence, recognizing the life force that allowed it to quench Surtr's Eternal Flame.

“I think defeating Surtr drained all the energy you put into it, though. Hasn’t worked the same since.” He grinned a little, inspecting the weapon itself. It was beginning to get cold, trying to reignite the Icy ‘flame’ within by harnessing Fjorm’s radiant energy. “So, Fjorm,” asked Kiran, “What makes you do into me, anyway? I personally don’t understand it. Don’t get me wrong, I like it, and I feel the same way. I just want to know why you like me.”

It was then that he realized that her dress was slipping. He held his hand up to cover her cleavage and whispered to Haru, “What kinda Chaperone lets a poor girl suffer this kind of embarrassme-“ He then saw the practically crazed look on his face, and realized how roaring drunk the other two were. He sighed, shaking his head. He wasn’t close to being drunk yet, as he wasn’t used to drinking during his meals, which were usually bone-dry. That, and he nearly spat out his first sip of the wine, thinking it almost tasted like alcohol-laced blood (Which, by the way, he knew the taste of; April Fools prank, too long to explain).

When the other two hadn’t been looking, he dumped a little at a time into the fern next to him. When the glass was empty, he was sure the poor greenery was more drunk than either of his companions. At this point, he saw the sparkling Wine. He stood, walked over to it, opened the bottle as he had seen so many do it before, loading the cork into Bredablik just in case, and filled his glass to the brim. After a few glasses of this surely Arcane drink he’d discovered, he heard the request that Haru had made. He kinda wanted to stop him... but he also wanted to see more of those beautifully pale, almost icy twin orbs on her chest.

And he certainly wasn’t disappointed.
 
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Fjorm leaned over the table, cutting another slice of bread for Haru and giving him a good look down her shirt. While not the massive monsters sported by Camille and Tharja, her breasts were full and well rounded and her skin umblemished.

Fjorm straightened up, reclining back onto the couch, the hem of her skirt sliding up and showing off her legs and just a peak of lacey gold panties.

"Because of how you treat the other heroes. You try to make their stay more pleasant and befriend them. You don't lord your station or influence over other people. Because you help people when you think no one else is looking." she answered Kiren.

She took another sip of the wine, nose red. "And because you're handsome. Gunnthra keeps expressing how unhappy she is with her betrothal to Bruno. She understands that it is important to keeping the peace, and that as much as Shareena wants to marry him, the whole death to Askr thing makes it too dangerous, but my sister finds him dull. She keeps talking about how thrilled she was to watch some new guard... I think she said his name was Harunaka or something like that... working out a sweat during training and how she'd love to be the one making him sweat like that."
 
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Haro had to admit: he wasn't the heaviest drinker. If he really had to think about it, there'd only been about three significant times in his life where he had. When he was a child, behind his mother's back, his father slipped him some red wine at the dinner table. Boy did he get an earful from mom after that. A couple of his friends, a few years later, managed to purchase some ale and they shared that among the three of them before being chased off by the village guard. That was fun. And finally, a few of his fellow Special Forces trainees snuck off base after their graduation ceremony and pooled their stipends together for a night on the town.

Good times...

His face was heating up, but he couldn't tell if it was from the alcohol or the heavenly view that the princess had blessed him with. Paranoia started playing with him. She had to know what she was doing at this point? Right? She was deliberately teasing him. Right? He cut a slice of bread off and slipped it into his mouth. So soft and moist. He smiled, wondering if the princess tasted this good.

That thought didn't last too long.

The two of them started up a conversation and she was pretty much confessing all her feelings to him. Haru sighed through his nostrils, but still smiled. It was a fun fantasy to play with; being able to woo royalty. Ah well. Maybe he'll meet a nice farm girl one of these days. Or maybe a mage. That would be exotic.

The princess started spilling some juicy gossip about another royal, her sister, perhaps? Haru was unfamiliar with these names. Still, it was always fun to eavesdrop on gossip. He refilled his glass gingerly and listened to the tale of a royal unsatisfied with with love life. Haru smirked and looked towards his acquaintance. Lucky bastard might have a shot with two princesses. Haru sighed, then took a deep sip from his glass.

"She keeps talking about how thrilled she was to watch some new guard... I think she said his name was Harunaka or something like that... "

Haru choked on his wine. He coughed violently. His throat burned. His eyes bulged. They were red. Did she mean him? "I'm-" *cough* *cough* "sorry! Mmmh!" He cleared his throat roughly and beat upon his chest to dislodge the last droplets of wine from his lungs. "Wrong pipe and all..." His cloudly eyes flashed over to Kiran. He gave him a mixed look of Was she talking about me & Don't tell her its me.

It was a bit of fear that made him now want to keep his identity secret from the princess now. There was an irrational fear of he somehow being blamed for something treasonous and loosing his head for it. Stories tell of royals being heinously petty humans. A lowly farm boy like him would make an easy scapegoat for any romantic drama going on in the castle. He gulped.

Still would be fun, though... if given the chance. "If I may..." his words lips flapped independently of his brain screaming for him to shut up. "I believe everyone should follow their heart regardless of the situation. If you see someone you like, you should pursue them despite your status or position in society." It had to be the wine spinning this fairytale tune from his lips. Perhaps this should be his last glass...

Maybe one more...
 
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"I treat the Heroes well because I see it as my duty, Fjorm." Said Kiran, the mere shadow of a frown crossing his face. "Because I brought them here. Away from families, from their homes they've known their entire life. Least I can do is treat them like the royalty they sometimes are. That being said..." He smiled again. "I do like that you, unlike others, appreciate my sense of duty." He shook his head at her next comment. "Handsome? No. Actually, where I come from, I make average guys look extraordinary. Are you sure it's not just the gun and the cloak?"

He caught Haru in the middle of his gagging and coughing, and put two and two together. He didn't say anything, though, as he didn't want to embarass him too much more. He’d have wished the same thing for himself if the roles were reversed, and he respected Haru’s wish for anonymity. He then responded to him by saying, “I completely agree. All should have the right to choose their own path in life, especially when it comes to one’s love life.”

He coughed himself and said, “So, Fjorm, have you heard anything from Bruno about how he feels about all this? Or from Veronica? Seems she might have a buttload to say about this happening...” Now, after another glass of wine, as there was no more of the sparkling product, he finally realized the amount of exposure the Princess had begun to let slip; the girl was practically naked! Had he not consumed that last glass, he would have told her so. But he had, so he let it slide, also letting his eyes roam freely about her nearly naked form... no, her naked Fjorm...! He chuckled aloud at his own joke.
{Perfect place for a slip-in character, I think!}
 
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Meanwhile, in the skies over the castle...

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”

Robin’s scream of terror slowly morphed into nervous, triumphant laughter as the pegasus pulled out of her dive, the tops of the trees just below shaking as she beat her powerful wings and slowly regained altitude. The silver-haired tactician collapsed weakly against her stead’s neck, her body still shaking with laughter as she tried to catch her breath.

“Stay alert!” Cordelia chided her almost immediately. The red-haired warrior sat just behind Robin, her arms wrapped around the tactician’s waist for support. “And not so loud! You’re not just a passenger, Robin. Your pegasus relies on you to guide her, to be her partner; she can’t trust you to do that if you’re screaming in her ear.”

As if to emphasise the point, the pegasus twisted her stately neck to fix her rider with a judgemental eye. Robin sat bolt upright at once. “Ah, sorry, sorry!” Letting go of the reins with one hand, she reached out to gently stroke her steed’s neck. “I’ll try to keep it down.”

Mollified for the moment, the pegasus snorted and turned to look ahead once more. Cordelia shook her head, a slight smile tugging at her lips.

“Alright, I think that’ll do for today. Take us down by the stables.” The pegasus knight pressed against Robin’s back as she leaned forward a little to bring her arm into view, pointing down to the castle below. Robin nodded her understanding, took careful hold of the reins again, and gently steered her mount back towards the ground. The majestic creature spread her wings wide as she slowly glided down, only to tuck them back in as her hooves reached the earth and she came, trotting, to a stop.

“Well?” Robin asked, twisting in the saddle to glance backwards to Cordelia. “What’s the verdict? Am I a qualified pegasus knight?”

“No.” Cordelia replied, without hesitation. After a pause, she added, “But you are getting better. I wouldn’t recommend trying to ride into battle, but I think you might be ready to ride alone soon.”

The tactician beamed in response. It wasn’t quite what she was aiming for, but even that could be enough to open some interesting strategic possibilities. She turned and slid from the pegasus’ back, her knees shaking unsteadily as her feet made contact with solid ground. A rumble from her stomach reminded her just how long they’d been out there; the tactician glanced up at the castle, then back to her red-haired friend.

“Well, I say that it’s time for dinner. Care to join me, Cordelia?”

The pegasus knight shook her head. “I want to make one last patrol while there’s still light.” Sliding forward in the saddle, she took up the reins and urged the pegasus into a run. The steed unfurled her wings and leapt into the air, circling around to pass overhead. “Enjoy your night, Robin!”

“You, as well!” Robin waved farewell as the pegasus and her rider receded into the sky, then turned back towards the castle. She could see lights burning in the windows, and she was eager to go seek out some food, but… there was something she needed to take care of, first. Her lesson with Cordelia had been rather impromptu, but they’d both insisted on doing it right. Her usual clothing, including her voluminous robes, were resting in a neat, folded pile in the stables. Right now she was dressed in the uniform of a pegasus knight; long boots, a breastplate and long gauntlets to protect her upper body, and a tunic which ended a short distance down her thighs. The outfit was well suited for her training, but Robin preferred her own clothing.

The tactician’s twin silver pigtails bounced as she made for the pegasus stables, already reaching back to unbuckle her breastplate and start loosening her tunic. The stables were quite open, but (with the exception of a few of the Hoshidans) it was rare for any men to come out this way. Robin felt quite comfortable getting undressed out here, under the assumption that she would be quite alone.
 

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A blue haired woman tenses up as she carried her clothes. She glanced around the castle as she stood in her red and blue tight dress. She had her armor, her mask, and various clothes with her in a basket. "Father, I know I said I would clean my room, but seriously....this is how a hero from a future is treated....." She kicks open her door as she steps and feels nothing solid under her feet. Her blue eyes glanced down as she saw a portal underneath her, "FATHER!" She felt herself spinning as she fell through the rifts. She would reach for her basket as she clung to it reaching for her mask and sword. Within a few seconds she would fall through hitting several branches before landing hard against the base roots of the tree. "Ahg..." She gasped in pain as she rolled to her side holding herself in pain.

The woman's clothes were spread out across the ground along with her mask and sword. She had her crown
still on her head.

 
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"I had hoped you might be able to talk to Bruno and Veronica about whether the marriage was necessary or not to maintain the tre-" she stopped, blinking as an unknown woman fell out of midair inside of her room.

It took her a moment to process the situation, then she hurried to get her staff to heal the poor girl. "Kiren, I thought there were no more orbs! You weren't even holding the weapon..." She turned to Haru. "Hot water, please. While I heal her, see if there is anything you can do to help her."

Fjorm wasn't paying attention to the state of her clothing, and most of the lacey top under her dress was on full display now as she focused on the injured woman's needs.
 
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It had been a little dumb. the stables weren't really a good place to take a nap, but they were unoccupied for the most part aside from a few of the stable workers, and a few of the riders. It wasn't exactly the ideal or nicest place to take a nap, but Robin had been completely lost for other ideas, every time he tried to retreat to his room he would get pulled into another meeting or talk. It was starting to drive him insane, and so like any good strategest he had retreated to the most isolated place he could think of for a nap.

His short blond hair bobbed along with a soft snoring that escaped his mouth. Robin was not a graceful sleeper, his mouth was wet with drool, and he himself was slumped at an awkward angle when he woke up he would probably be sore.

A book was open in his hand, even now he was still trying to get a feel for this new countries history and people, it's conflicts, and what was actually going on. His dreams played off the number of battle strategies he had dealt with in the past, millions of ways to win, or loose each fight and the hours spent doing so because one random reinforcements showed up to kill a friend.

Stupid recurring nightmares.

 
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