Chrom had requested to see this Callum guy, and to no ones' surprise, it was quickly approved just as Robin predicted it might be. So, the day after Robin's and Inigio's recruit, Chrom and company arrived at a fancy looking mansion with color stained windows that evening. They stood outside the gate until two guards manhandled it open and then proceed up the steps.

When they entered, they were presented with a line of men on one side of the carpet that had been laying in front of them. Chrom would have assumed they were staff members had it not been that each one was dressed in some type of outfit that could be related to a dancer's. The prince didn't have time to observe much more when a loud, deep voice rung out.

"Welcome, Exalt Chrom!" Callum greeted, walking down the stairs that was ahead. Once at a closer proximity, the blonde bowed, "I admit, I am both honored and surprised the get a request from the prince himself…"

Chrom offered a friendly smile. "We were in town… There are rumors you have a fine selection of dancers. One to rival Ferox's, I hear."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that…" he chuckled, "But, I do have some fine ones that I will brag about… Come, come! Let us continue this in the dining area."

Nodding, Chrom followed after him, his eyes darting around in hopes of finding either Robin or Inigo. The dining area was large with polished, shiny porcelain tiles. Green curtains hung next to large, long windows, a crystal chandelier hanging above the dark wood longtable that awaited food to top its surface. Chrom sat not too far from the Viscount, his brows furrowing when he still couldn't find Robin.

"The dancers. Will they be performing?" Gerome spoke up, his voice implying that an answer was demanded.

"Oh, sure! They are just too lovely to not show off," Callum gushed.

"I hear you focus on male dancers," Panne chipped in, her nose twitch as if she were trying to smell anything out of the ordinary.

To this, Callum nodded. "Yes, well, I have both genders, but I just felt like males are so rare to find… Good ones, at least. So, I take the time to search for them. If that isn't to your liking then I can tell the males not to-"

"N-no, we would like to see them!"

The Viscount looked at the pink haired women who managed to squeak out her opinion. Chrom was worried that he may remember who Olivia was and get suspicious.

"Ah, I remember who you are," Well, damn. "Where the two dancers you were with your friends…?"

Eyes were on Olivia. "No," she lied smoothly, though she could tell everyone was staring at her now, "Us dancers who meet in towns like this usually group up in hopes to combine and split profits."

"They were just random strangers?"

Olivia nodded, "We just happened to know a dance we could all perform."

Whatever Callum was about to say was cut off by the sound of doors opening and the smell of food wafting through. Next to Cherche, Stahl's mouth was watering. Chrom watched as females and males alike poured out of the doorway. Then, Chrom saw him. Robin's figure strode out with a platter of what Chron could only assume to be ribs. He didn't have the cape flowing behind him, so that only left the thin, see-through mesh and the long cloth that was kept up by the golden belt and hung between his legs.

Everything was nearly the same except for the removal of the cape and the addition of a ruby colored talisman hanging around his neck. The same could be applied to Inigo. The dancers surrounded and filled the table with food and drinks. When Robin had bent over to set his tray down, he didn't even spare a glance towards Chrom.

"That one right there…" Chrom mumbled, his eyes on his lover.

"This one?" the Viscount questioned, setting his hand on the small of Robin's back when he stood. Chrom tensed slightly, trying his absolute best not to glare.

Something was off. Robin stood there with a smile, but it didn't have any emotion behind it. Most importantly, his eyes didn't flicker with understanding and knowledge that it usually held when they had plans made out. Meanwhile, Gerome and Inigo's parents were trying to get the man dressed in white dancer's garb to look at them with the grin that he usually supported.

"I actually found this one and his friend the other day," he started, nodding his head to Inigo, "I have to say, this one is quite beautiful. He wears a Plegian mage outfit, yet, he is pale… Strange since Plegia is made up of sand and heat, really. His hair is something itself, as well."

Chrom only let out a hum of agreement as he distracted himself by taking a drink out of his glass, forcing himself to calm down. Behind Callum, dancers were forming to prepare for the guest's entertainment. While some took up instruments, others stood and waited for music. Dancers like Robin and Inigo stayed at the table where they would assist in the guest's needs.

The evening played on with Callum striking up conversations with everyone, the dancers dancing to light, quiet music, and everyone taking turns in watching Robin and Inigo make their rounds around the table. At one point, while Inigo was filling Callum's cup, the Viscount set a hand on his hip, a few of his fingers peeking under the waistband of his outfit. Olivia's fork scratched across her plate, Lon'qu's glass cracked, but thankfully, didn't fully break under his grip, and Gerome slammed his own glass down on the table. When given a questioning glance, he simply state that there was a bug.

Throughout the whole time, Robin didn't give any signals as to what he may be feeling or what was going on in the place. When the dinner was at its end, the dancers left the hall and left the Shepherds to be tense and worried.

"Could I offer you to stay the night?" the blonde asked with a small, innocent smile.

"Yes!" Chrom immediately barked out, "I mean," he chuckled nervously, "It would be appreciated. It certainly beats having to sleep on the ground."

Callum only nodded and stood. "I'll get someone to show you to some rooms. Please, excuse me." With that, the man left through the door the dancers had exited.

"I smell a bad hex," Tharja hissed out quietly, her eyes narrowed at the seat that had once been occupied. Henry could only hum in approval.

"The smell was rather unsettling and abnormal," Panne agreed.

"Inigo didn't even look at me!" Olivia cried, her hands on Lon'qu's.

"Hmph, it really is odd when Inigo isn't doing that dumb grin of his..." Severa mumbled, her arms folded with her eyes staring at her plate intensely.

"Father was really strange too!" Morgan piped in, a frown replacing the smile she usually always seemed to have, "Father would have given some kind of hint for our next move… but he didn't!" Morgan mimicked the girl next to her and crossed her arms, "He let that dumb… Viscount dummy to touch him instead!"

"Lon'qu, Gaius," Chrom called out, his voice low. Two said men perked up. "We'll meet here at midnight, alright?"

Just as two men walked through the doors, the assassins nodded in understanding, standing up with the rest of the group to head to the rooms they were to be assigned.

Chrom paced in his room that night, his eyes glaring at the floor as he thought.

"Father…" Lucina's voice cut through his thoughts.

He stopped pacing in favor of looking at his daughter. "Yes, what is it?"

She opened her mouth, but then shut it again, shaking her head. "Nothing. Just… Robin will be alright. Strange as the circumstances are, he will turn out fine."

Chrom sighed, but allowed himself to smile. "Yes, I'll make sure of that. We all will. I'm just confused as to how both Robin and Inigo felt into this trap of his."

"It might very well be what Tharja suggested before."

"I don't doubt it… But where did he get the magic to do it if he didn't himself? Hn, well find out soon enough. I'll be back."

Chrom slipped out of his room and quietly made his way down to the dining hall. He was no stealthy assassin, but he was rather proud to get by the wandering figures without so much as one person noticing. As requested, Gaius and Lon'qu were there.

Even though he gave no orders, he was pretty sure his other friends made plans to try an help as well. Chrom didn't mind so long as they weren't caught.

Gaius offered a playful two fingered salute. "I assume you want us to sneak around the place?"

Chrom nodded. "That, and try to find out the cause of the odd behavior. Maybe he has some sort of study room? Tharja said a hex could be involved and the talismans the dancers all wore probably supports that claim."

Lon'qu let out a small grunt in understanding. Chrom allowed them to go off. Gaius took to sneaking out one of the windows and went balcony hopping. Lon'qu and Chrom entered where they had last seen Callum leave and went their separate ways.

Chrom continued down his dimly lit path, keeping himself on guard at all times. When faint voices captured his attention, the bluenette stealthed his way past some guards, quite a few of them actually, and stumbled upon some closed doors. Every so quietly, praying to Naga that the door wouldn't creak, Chrom cracked the door open to let some light spill out.

The room was white, a few pillars rooted to the floor, with various furnishing. It was a rather large room. Large enough to have a big infloor tub to fill many female and male dancers. Chrom could only frown when he saw that Callum was leaned up against the wall of the tub, a female dancer under one arm while Inigo occupied the other. He seemed satisfied with washing the man's chest, joining in with the others' cooing and fawning over the Viscount.

What made it even more odd is that the dancers occupying the tub were naked except for the talismen around their necks. If that wasn't a sign of Tharja's claim, Chrom didn't know what was. When Callum left the bath, the others voiced their disapproval and begged for the man to come back. Said man looked all too pleased with himself as he promised he would be back, letting others dry him before stepping down the risen platform.

Dancers who were not in the tub begged for Callum's time with them, but they went ignored. The prince nearly ripped the door handle from its place when the Viscount, who was still very much naked, ran his hand across Robin's resting form on the lounging chair as he crawled in to occupy the spot next to him. Chrom became even more infuriated when Robin seemed to perk up, turning his body to face the man and slide a leg over his hip, laying his head on what should have been Chrom's chest.

Seeing that Callum had found a new spot to settle in, dancers crawled over to praise and admire the not so special man. Robin even did it, much to Chrom's misfortune. Callum looked to love feeling hands run across his bare skin. The grin on his face never faded. When Inigo decided to slide in and rest his head on the Viscount's stomach, the man carded his fingers through his hair, the other hand set and firmly squeezing Robin's arse.

It made Chrom sick. How dare he. Not only did he take in these men and women, but he touched them… used them… The prince could only hope it was limited to touching. But why would Callum limit himself around those he currently had control over? It didn't matter if they were a bit underage or someone's lover just as long as they were easy on the eyes. The fact that Inigo and his Robin were under these conditions made Chrom see red.

Just when he was going to kick down the door and come in with Falchion blazing, there was a loud crash, screeching from a wayvern, and screaming.