A Night with Corrin - Part V (Charlotte)
This isn't what you had in mind when Lady Corrin asked you to protect her brother. You and Felicia are held up in a hotel room across the street from Macarath's towering palace, watching over a sleeping Lord Takumi. He seems alright at a glance, but you can't help noticing the glistening sheen across his forehead. His Lordship's burning up. Not good, considering the Hoshidan entourage in charge of finding the remedy have only just opened up the palace's front doors.
"He's getting far too warm," Felicia tells you worriedly, checking the Lord's temperature. "All we can do now is hope that Lady Corrin finds what she needs."
"At least he's resting soundly," you answer with something of a weak smile. This is quite a plush room, you can't help but notice. Velvet curtains - and flush silk sheets for the comfy double bed. A bookshelf beside the glass window. What you notice most of all is the gold-finished bedside dresser. It must have cost a fortune to hire a craftsman skilful enough to make
A Night with Corrin - Part IV (Sincerity)
If I passed, would you miss me? Words you forget, or you try to forget. There are plenty of tasks the average day that keep you away from 'those' terrible lines of thought. After all, you can't walk forwards if you're always looking back, can you? Or so dearest mother said.
You're still outside - in the darkest of midnight, surrounded by the cold and lonesome trees, swinging your sword despite the drink still swimming through your veins. Most swordsman aren't this focused, but you'd never miss your training. Come rain, nor shine, nor the second coming of the Light Dragon. You'd fight on against the odds, and that's what makes you so damn stubborn
...not to mention pushes away so many of the people you used to call friends.
You are Keiji, of the town of Izami. You're not some weakling or some feeble child. You don't shirk your duties. You serve your princess. You serve your country, even if your country has done little for you.
"Hya!" A swing of your blade, a parry. Your footwo
A Night with Corrin - Part III (Sunset)
Your duties today are done. For now (or at least until you're next called upon) you're free to relax. And what better way to do so than sit down by the Mess Hall with Felicia, as she struggles through her odds and ends. You offer to help out where you can, not wanting her to start feeling upset or despondent given her lack of domestic skills. Throwing knifes? Using a healing staff? Felicia is quite the battle-maiden, but carrying tea and shining shoes? Such typical housekeeping tasks cause her grief to no end.
"Do you need some help over there, Felicia? You look like you're having a hard time."
"No, it's fine, I promise," Felicia sets the shoes aside, screwing the lid tight on the leather polish. "I'm about ready to put these away."
She doesn't put them away as much as throw them. Tactful as always. With an "Ooops," the maid finishes tidying up.
You're left to bask in the full moon's glow overhead, decorated by a collection of magical twinkling stars. It's been a long time since you've
A Night with Corrin - Part II (Sunrise)
Hey there... Keiji? Can you hear me? Wake up, sleepy head."
Your body doesn't want to move though the voice of an angel calls you. You could stay like this forever, held in place by the weight of sleep. The desire to drift off and return to the world of the dreaming has you in its grasp, taking you deeper and deeper like a Siren's song. It wouldn't be wrong to nap for just a little longer, would it?
"Hey. Heeeey. Keiji," a finger boops your nose, bursting the sweet bubble keeping you afloat. "C'mon now... I have to return to my quarters before sunrise. If someone were to see me here then there'd be all kinds of whispers going around."
Your eyes open to messy white strands and a truly divine (if a little groggy) young lady.
Princess Corrin smiles at you. You've never really felt this way when a girl's looked at you before. Sure, you've warmed the beds of a few tavern girls. You went way further with some of them than you did last night, too. But never before has a waking greeting felt s