Author's Note: Thought I would try something different from my last work to keep things fresh. In my first playthrough of Seisen No Keifu, I wound up with an Arthur/ Phee pairing and a Sety/ Teeny pairing. Thought it would provide an interesting starting point for a story, given the relationships between both sets of siblings.

Who did that arrogant, green haired twit think he was?

They'd only just stopped to rest in Thracia Castle, a brief break from the constant barrage of bloodshed they had been engaged in since the Thracia campaign had begun. The place was mountainous, infertile and ruled by a manipulative, cruel King.

So why in Tordo's name was Phee's stuck up brother attempting to seduce his little sister here?

They'd recruited three different relatives since they had invaded the barren lands of Trabant, Altenna, Faval and Sety. Altenna and Arthur had no real interaction to speak of but were respectful of one another's skills. Faval was also fine; if not a little stiff when it came to his baby sister (Arthur had only ever referred to Patty as the "flat thief" as one of his rare jokes but his sore nose made him suspect the archer took a dim view of the title). Sety, however, he was an entirely different type of Holy Inheritor.

Arthur found himself fingering his wind tome agitatedly as a petite girl with white hair reached up to pull on the Holsety wielder's cloak. Her older brother promptly pulled the Elwind open and laid it across his lap when Sety responded with a smile and offered her a hand while the two marched down a stone corridor towards Thracia Castle's courtyard (the Liberation Army's main training ground outside of the surprisingly well funded arena). Naturally he shadowed the two, eyes narrowing every time a quiet, bell chime-like giggle escaped Teeny's lips whilst amicably conversing with his new least favourite person in the army.

The normally neutral white haired mage found his frown deepening more severely with every passing second. Oh, what he wouldn't give to just have a chance to wrap his fingers around the Silesian prince's neck. Not to kill him of course, just to scare him. He needed to know that the younger thunder Mage walking beside him deserved the very best. Arthur would guarantee-

"If you keep making that expression, your face will freeze that way"

Blushing faintly at his own lack of awareness, Arthur managed to turn most of his disapproving grimace on the greenette Pegasus Knight now laughing at his expense.

Bristling angrily, he found words rushing straight from his mouth before his head could veto his poorer choices.

"Shut it. This is all your fault!"

His childish tone would have probably made the other members of their group chuckle but Phee had never been one to let an insult slide.

"What is that supposed to mean?!" she challenged, her posture straightening so that they stood eye to eye

Once again, Arthur found he couldn't contain himself in the presence of Silesian royalty. Something about the girl drove him absolutely wild and he found himself unintentionally venting his frustrations on her.

"You said he was a good guy! Not the type of man who goes around seducing innocent little girls who don't know any better!" Arthur's teeth were bared, his vision flooding with red at the thought of Teeny crying her eyes out once Sety had decided to move on

"What are you talking about?" Phee had stopped shouting now, her head cocking (cutely, in Arthur's eyes) to the side as her eyes narrowed suspiciously "If this is a joke, I'll-"

Letting out a frustrated screech from somewhere deep inside of his throat, Arthur found the Knight before him in a state he'd never seen her before. A state of shocked silence.

He blinked, to see if the impossible sight would vanish into a haze… but it didn't.

His brain scrambled backwards, replaying the last few seconds over and over again until he realised what he'd actually said when his vocal chords had morphed into an irritated housecat's. He had yelled to the highest heavens "Your bastard brother!".

His lips finally froze and he immediately began browbeating himself as his immature behaviour from a moment earlier suddenly came under his own scrutiny. He didn't like what he saw.

Clearly, this was a good sign for his relationship with Phee because they'd found another thing in common. She hadn't liked it either.

"How dare you! You can't just say things like that about my big brother! Especially when he's a much better guy than you!" the last part tumbled out of her mouth far too easily for Arthur's liking, his envy towards the Silesian Magi Squad's leader seemingly growing every time he turned his head

That thought flew straight from his mind as Phee turned to storm off without him. His hand instinctively reached out to wrap around her slimmer one and pull her back to face him. Her spiteful glare did little to shake his resolve, even as he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand ramrod stiff when her Hero Lance just barely caught the edge of his vision.

"Sorry, you know I get carried away sometimes. I wasn't trying to take it out on you" calm and smooth, his voice also lowered slightly to give it a wounded edge, the same kind he'd used to beg for food while wandering through the snowy backwoods of his childhood "I just think your brother is a little too…" he paused and scowled as he quickly ran through his vocabulary for the least offensive phrase he could turn "… friendly with my sister"

Phee put a finger to her chin, opting to forget their previous argument as she mulled over what he had said.

"They both seem happy enough" crossing her arms, her mouth forming a slight pout "He was always running off to help people in need. Always forgetting me in the process. Truth be told, I'm a little jealous of Teeny right now"

Arthur found himself skipping with glee inside, he had his proof now. Sety was going to forget about her, to Arthur it really didn't matter that it was unintentional, just that it was going to happen.

The elation soon shattered like a cart dropped from the peak of one of Thracia's mountains. If he was right, then Teeny was going to be crushed.

Groaning loudly, Arthur slammed his head against the granite wall in frustration, recoiling in pain a moment later while rubbing a bright red bump on his forehead.

Phee chastised him for his idiocy before wrapping an arm around Arthur's and dragging him off towards his room. He clearly needed to lie down before he gave himself either a concussion or a heart attack. Arthur took a small amount of pleasure from her attention in between his bouts of cursing her brother.

Poking irritably at the splotch ruining his perfectly pale complexion, Arthur sighed, his head falling backwards onto an itchy 'bed' cobbled together from materials laying about the castle. His room was actually a shared quarters for many of the males in the Army converted from an old hall that had been sparsely decorated by the previous residents.

Staring blankly at the uninteresting roof above him, Arthur's thoughts began to paint themselves onto it like a fresh canvas.

At first the colours were bright, flashing yellow and blue like lightning as a small boy was held between a slip of a woman and a gangly, awkward man. The woman's stomach was notably round with child as her son continued to excitedly rub his cheek against the swell while his father patted his head fondly.

A soft smile ghosted across Arthur's face as the shadows above twisted and distorted in colour and shape, his memories rushing past his eyes as if he was flipping though an old picture book.

The older man's form first tinged with a warm orange before it began to mutate, his body swallowed in a violent, alien red as his family was torn away from him and his figure vanished into the air, the flames consuming him completely.

Tears streamed down the now three faces staring across at the sight, a tiny girl silently wailing alongside her brother as their mother comforted them in the mute portrait. Their surroundings subtly shifted to a snowy wasteland, covered by trees on all sides, as the tears finally dried and the three huddled together in a warm familial embrace.

The happy scene didn't last long as several formless creatures, led by a cruel man who shined brighter with the power of electricity than all around him, dragged the mother and sister away, both kicking and screaming in protest as the small boy hid amongst the trees and attempted to muffle his lonely sobs.

The rest of the events were a blur, paling in comparison to all that came before until, finally, the younger sister, her hands uncertainly clenched at her sides stood before him once more. However, their separation truly ended when the seemingly insecure girl rushed forwards and wrapped her arms around him tightly, like he was her lifeline.

Faint whispers overlayed with the previously silent imagery, the conviction in his words surprising even him.

"No one will ever hurt you again"

Maybe he'd failed to protect Tailto and Teeny when they had to flee into Silesia to escape his father's fate at Barhara but he wouldn't fail now. He spent years practising and training to perfect his wind magic, hitched a ride with Phee and her Pegasus to cross the sea and joined the Liberation Army all to save what remained of his family… and now his baby sister was slipping away from him again.

He wouldn't mind if it was with someone decent like... like… well, he couldn't think of one but he knew it was true. Sety was just a poor choice for Teeny, simple as that. He had his good points certainly but so did his father, the previous Holsety wielder and Silesia's former King.

Levin was a father-figure to everyone in the army, providing advice and aiding all who needed his help without a second thought as he guided them towards the long desired victory. Honestly, he was like family to everyone in the Army (which already felt like an extended group of relatives to begin with).

Levin was an ideal father alright… except when it came to his actual children. Neither Sety nor Phee seemed to cross his mind whenever he wandered about the halls lost in his own thoughts, as if he had moved on… forgotten them.

Maybe it was unfair to hold that against Sety but... he just couldn't help it, his brotherly instinct overwriting his normally trusting nature whenever he had to watch Tailto's youngest daughter fraternising with Levin's eldest son.

Thracia's mountains swallowed the sun as the night finally overtook another long day at Thracia Castle, his lack of training leaving him bounding with frustrated energy that made lying still impossible. Huffing in annoyance, Arthur pulled his messy hair out of his eyes and decided to take a relaxing walk around the grounds.