"Milady, look out!"

"Ah, big sister!"

"Kamui, don't you dare!"

Kamui awoke in a cold sweat, her heart pounding.

Her body felt overheated, and when she made a move to sit up, she gasped and fell back down - her body was aching, and the smallest movement seemed to strain her more than she could bear.

As much as she wanted to lay down and rest, she had no idea where she was, and from what she could tell, she had no armour - she could have been kidnapped by an enemy force, and was soon to be executed.

Gripping her fists, she began to push herself up. Her mind screamed in protest, but she continued to sit up... dear gods, why was she doing this?

Finally, she got herself onto her feet... then crumpled to the floor.

"Ah!" She cried out when her nose met the floor with a force she didn't know was possible.

"Milady, please don't do that!" A familiar shaky voice cried out, running into the room.

Kamui turned her head to stare up blearily at Felicia. In the back of her mind, she registered how clean she looked, and began to doubt her assumptions.

However, the only thing she was able to do was register how nice the room actually was, before she blacked out.

The second time she awoke, it was to a damp cloth being pressed to her forehead.

Felicia hovered over her, biting her lip. Kamui's observations earlier were correct - her hair was brushed, washed, and pinned back in a very nice twist, and her usual maid's uniform had been replaced with a -

"Is that a kimono?" Kamui croaked out.

Felicia screeched, falling backwards into the wall. "Oh, Lady Kamui, you're okay!"

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" Kamui frowned. "But why are you in a kimono?"

"It was the only thing we had." A softer voice said.

"Sakura!" Kamui breathed out, smiling as her birth sister entered the room. "Why are-"

"Don't sit up like that!" Sakura suddenly cried, running forward and pressing Kamui back into the pillows. Kamui was surprised by the strength of the push - either Sakura was much, much stronger than her very small stature had led Kamui to believe, or Kamui was much weaker than usual. "You really hurt yourself - I'm actually surprised you're awake as early as you are."

"How long have I been asleep?" Kamui croaked again.

"Almost four days." Sakura murmured, before prodding Kamui's underclothes. "I need to check your bandages, is that okay?"

"Oh, y-yes of course." Kamui felt panic flood through her veins. "Wait, four days?"

Sakura nodded, lifting the shirt on Kamui's stomach. She hadn't noticed there had been bandages before, but now she felt foolish for not seeing that earlier.

"I know it sounds like a lot, but normally people hurt as bad as you were should rest for at least eight days."

Kamui grimaced when the bandages were pulled away. She gasped when she saw the ugly, swollen gash on her pale torso. "What happened?"

Felicia approached shakily. "That thief took your dragonstone, and when you tried to transform..."

Kamui shivered. The last time she had transformed without the precious gem, she had almost killed both herself and Azura-

"Wait, where's Azura? Is she okay?"

Sakura, who had been spreading a salve onto her wound, froze. "Um..."

Kamui's eyes narrowed. "Felicia, you were there, what happened to Azura?"

Felicia stiffened, and ducked her head down. She's crying... Kamui thought, now scared.

"Sh-she was taken by Ylissean soldiers." Felicia threw her hands over her mouth, sobbing. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's not your fault at all!" Kamui gasped, not wanting to see anyone in this amount of distress. "I'm sure we'll be going to get her soon!"

Sakura frowned, pausing for too long as she wound bandages around Kamui.

"Sakura? We're going to get her, right?"

Sakura tensed up, her hazel eyes suddenly looking more moist than before. "Kamui, about that..."

Kamui frowned. "Sakura, what's wrong?"

Sakura began withdrawing into herself. "Xander said... he said that..."

"What did he say?" Kamui suddenly shouted, standing up, a familiar emotion racing through her veins.

Fear.

"T-that the risk was too great, and that it wasn't a smart strategy..."

Rage.

Sakura looked up, tears streaming down her face.

Regret.

"Oh, Sakura, I'm so sorry..." Kamui frowned, pulling her sister into a soft embrace. Her sister smelled sweet, just like the flower from which she was named.

Love.

"I just... I guess Xander and I need to talk for a little." She wasn't very surprised - she loved her brother, but he tended to go for what would logically assist his kingdom, as opposed to thinking of how other people may feel. (Though that may have been why he was such a good king, he put his people's needs over his own.)

Understanding.

"Actually, big sister, it wasn't Xander who did it." Sakura frowned, pulling away.

"Really?" Kamui furrowed her brows. "Then, who..."

"Ryoma."

Confusion.

And then, another emotion, one so unfamiliar to her...

Betrayal.

Sakura and Felicia left, leaving Kamui to boil in her mess of emotions.

She was informed by maid that she would be resting for the next two days, and was not allowed to leave the room she had been put in.

She had no right to complain - the room was lovely. The bed was big, with a fluffed up mattress, and was easily two foot off the ground. The headboard was made of a very fine wood, and had been intricately carved - no doubt that it took several skilled hands to create it - to look like a dragon. Her legs were covered in a fine silk blanket, which was a fiery red covered in spiralling golden embroidery. (Also like a dragon.) A small platform was built underneath the bed, lifting it even higher. By the foot, there was a tray with tea and a bowl of miso soup, along with the medication Sakura had prescribed. (A lifesaver, as Kamui occasionally had excruciating abdominal pain.) The walls were covered in gorgeous murals, obviously meant to balance out the room. Normally, she would be constantly worried about someone entering to see her in this state, but the platform lifted her high up, along with a rich red curtain obstructing the view from the doorway, which was a screen and shoved to the corner of the room. Nobody could see her from that angle.

However, she was bored.

Kamui was no stranger to isolation (growing up locked in the tower of a cold, dark, silent kingdom certainly allied you to that particular feeling.) but this was different. One of the maids had informed her that all of her siblings were either in a similar state to her, or just too busy to come visit, so she had no one to talk to.

Hoshido did not have the incredible library that Nohr was blessed with (it may have been depressing on the surface, but Nohr had created the greatest minds of all time.), and the scrolls that had been offered as reading material were all written in the native language - Kamui spoke the damn thing well enough, but she was raised speaking common, and had never been able to adapt to the complicated scripture of Hoshido.

She would have preferred to do something with her hands - her favourite was cleaning the stable with Hinoka, or practicing archery with Takumi. Alas, that required a physical exertion that Sakura was apparently 100% against.

(Personally, she didn't see how maybe walking around a little was bad for her - it wasn't like she was going to practice her swordsmanship.)

But, oh, how she would have loved to grip her Yato again - the sword had become a constant weight on her belt, and though she hated to fight, Yato was a symbol of peace. It reminded her what she stood for, and those who sacrificed their lives to assist in her cause.

In fact, she had been pestering the maid who brought her food so much that she now glared whenever Kamui said anything.

She just wanted company, or a good book, or to see her siblings... or a bath. Oh gods, a bath would be perfection right now.

One day, all of that was fixed. Not all at once, because the person who came to visit really should never see her bathing, never mind help her with it. (Seeing as how she was willing to admit she was too weak to bath herself correctly right now.) Gods, she needed it so badly that she had begun fantasizing about warm water and wash rags... and soap.

"Lady Kamui, you have a visitor. Are you decent?" The maid called from the doorway.

Kamui was so excited that she didn't even bother to check - the idea of having someone to discuss this all with was so appealing to her, everything else was thrown out the window. Besides, maybe they had food.

(That's right, she had her priorities straight.)

"Of course, let them in!" She sat up straighter, running a bandaged hand through her greasy hair. (Upon closer inspection, 85% of her body was covered in bandages and battle wounds.)

She heard soft footsteps, before the curtain on her left was shoved open.

"Leo!" She cried out, forgetting her injuries as she threw herself over at him, wrapping her arms around her little brother.

He let out a gasp of pain as soon as she made contact. "Ah! Sister, please, Camilla would be horrified if you hurt yourself even more from excitement."

Kamui giggled, sitting back down. Her happiness turned to worry when she saw the sling holding his arm up. "Oh no, I hit you, didn't I? I'm so sorry."

"That's alright - I hardly expected you to notice in your state." He sat down on a cushioned stool, giving an amused smirk. "I can't imagine being locked in a room alone like this for so long. You don't even have any books to read, do you?"

Kamui laughed - Leo had always read with her when they were growing up together, and she had expecting him to understand better than anyone. (Except, perhaps, Takumi. But he was very similar to Leo anyway.)

"You know me way too well." She smiled endearingly at him. "I wouldn't be surprised if you knew all of the things that get me fired up lately."

"Well, part of it is knowing you pretty well," He sat back, wincing when the bag around his shoulders rubbed against his injured arm. "And the other half is us having the same maid attending to the three of us."

"Three of us?" Kamui echoed.

"You, me..." He paused, before adding, "Takumi" in a softer voice.

"Is Takumi okay?" Kamui frowned, (both from worry and Leo's change of voice.)

"Yes, he's in very good condition. He only has some moderate wounds, nothing to worry about. He's an archer, after all, so he and Hinoka we outside the building when it collapsed."

When I made it collapse. Kamui added in her own head.

Leo's smirk softened, his eyes picking up on her sudden demure attitude. "It's not your fault. That thief took your dragonstone before you realized it was gone."

Kamui let out a weak little laugh. "I suppose it would be easier to pin it on that, but I usually notice when it goes missing - I should have felt its absence, or just used Yato instead."

"Speaking of Yato, Xander found it when he and Elise went to search the ruins." Leo patted her shoulder with his good arm. "I had heard from Sakura that you were missing it recently."

"Have you been talking to Sakura?" She hadn't been aware that the two even remotely got along - she had assumed that the only members from her two families who talked were the 'counterparts' (as Kaden called them).

"A bit. She's the best healer here, mainly because Elise is unable to stay back in Hoshido and tend to wounds." He grimaced. "She and Xander are trying to find out where Ylisse's base here in our land is."

"Ah." Kamui sighed. "Well, thank you for telling me all this. I wasn't even sure all of our - sorry, ours, and mine - siblings were okay. I'm assuming Hinoka and Camilla are fine."

"They're okay. Hinoka just had a minor head wound, and recovered fast enough. Camilla was a bit more serious, as she was shot by an arrow before she could evacuate the building, but she's walking and almost completely back to normal." Leo held up his bag. Kamui suddenly realized he was wearing a kimono - she rarely saw him out of his armour, and he was worryingly thin without the bulk it added to his image. The kimono was tied tight around his waist, which must have been smaller than her own. No wonder Xander worried so much.

It suited him, she decided. The dark blue made his pale skin - usually seeming ghostly, or unhealthy - seem refined and elegant (Though that may have been the Hoshidion air). His headband was also missing, making his bangs fall into his eyes.

He threw the bag into her lap. "I brought you something - I would open it myself, but as you can tell, I am incapable of doing so."

Kamui smiled, opening the cloth bag. She pulled out a beautiful leather bound book - a black binding, with elegant, curved lettering in a language she barely remembered.

"You said that you missed reading in Italian, and I had this book right here." He nodded at the cover. "It was originally written in common, but Xander bought the Italian version for the two of us to read together."

She squinted at the cover - this shouldn't be hard, she had been raised speaking it, so...

"Alice In Wonderland?" She frowned. She vaguely remembered this book...

"It's a collection of the author's work - the original story, his poetry, and Through the Looking Glass." He smiled, "If you want, we could re-read it together."

"I would love that!" She cooed, wrapping her arms around him again. "You're the best little brother a girl could ask for! You precious little baby! You gave this to me so we could bond over it together, didn't you? So sweet!"

He scowled. "You sound like Camilla. And I'm seventeen - you're only two years older, don't call me a baby!"

"Sorry, Leo." Kamui winced, clutching the book in her hands.

"Well, I have to go." He gave a familiar smirk, walking towards the door. Before he left, however, he paused. "By the way, dear sister," He turned his head back, amusement in his voice. "I arranged for you to get a bath."

Then he left.

Oh, baths were a thing of heaven.

She submerged herself in the warm water, sighing contently at the soothing feeling spreading throughout her aching body.

Felicia had only stuck around long enough to unwrap her bandages and help wash Kamui's back, before she realized she had forgotten the towel and change of clothes, and had rushed out of the room.

Kamui settled into a built-in bench, rinsing the soap from her hair. She felt ten times better already - proving, yet again, how magical baths could be.

Pulling herself up slightly, she grabbed the washcloth and began scrubbing her legs viciously. In Nohr, which was certainly more focused on physical appearance than Hoshido, it was considered customary to regularly remove the hair from your body. (More focused towards the woman.) Kamui didn't have as much hair on her body as the average woman in Nohr (Hoshidion women were small, with slight chests, and very little hair.), so it wasn't done as frequently as, say, Camilla did it. She did miss the feeling of smooth legs, though. After the war, she had allowed herself room for more vanity. (According to her older brothers on both sides, she was too young to deprive herself of those simple pleasures.) It had been more appealing to have soft, sensitive legs when you were wearing soft, silk robes, as opposed to the rough battle armour she favoured.

Something flashed in the mirror.

Kamui frowned, dropping the washcloth. Had that been...

She pulled herself out of the water, approaching the reflective surface.

Something flashed again, spiraling in the thick smoke, curling against the edges of the room.

She took a couple of steps, and felt a chill run through her body - then a horrible feeling surrounded her, as if she was being overcome by helplessness. Like there was no happiness left for her to cherish...

"Lady Kamui, I'm back with the -"

Kamui screamed, slipping on the wet tile and falling back into the pool.

At least she could depend on her grace.

When Felicia was done apologizing, ("I'm so sorry, Lady Kamui, please don't get angry! Are you hurt? I could get Sakura! Really, I am so sorry about that...") she toweled Kamui off - ignoring her protests because 'you could hurt yourself even more!' - and wrapped her up in her old friends, the bandages. Kamui was expecting to be brought back to her bed for two more days of hell (after all, Sakura had been planning for eight days), but was instead brought to a closet.

"Um, Felicia? What are we doing here?" Kamui winced when she bumped into the door frame.

When the pink-haired woman didn't reply, Kamui whipped her head around. "Felicia! FELICIA!"

She felt panic in her throat. Where could she have gone? She walked further into the dusty closet, rounding a corner (why was a closet so big anyway?), before coming to a full stop.

"Wow."

Here Kamui was, surrounding by the most beautiful fabric designs she had ever seen - long, silky clothes hung on racks, fabric waiting to be sewn and embroidered lay on a simply carved table, and in the middle was a gorgeous blue kimono with black accents, and decorated with beautiful white flower designs.

"Do you like them?"

Man, there are a lot of familiar voices recently... Kamui turned around.

"Oboro!" She cried out, embracing the blue-haired girl.

She hugged back, though her arms felt very hesitant - as if she was worried about hurting her. "Aw, Kamui, I missed you."

When Kamui had been experimenting with her own personal style, Oboro had been the one to step up to the task - though at the time, it had been under the guise of Takumi's orders. (A lie, from what Kamui could tell, but whatever.) It had been nice, she remembered, to sit down and talk to someone who wasn't her family - some good old-fashioned girl talk.

After a few minutes, Kamui had to step back, just to get a good look. Oboro had been one of the youngest soldiers in the army - at the tender young age of sixteen, she had been an experienced spear fighter who had seen more bloodshed than even Kamui. (Who had just turned eighteen at the time.) Kamui wasn't completely sure how the rest of her backstory worked - just that she had been orphaned by Nohrian assassins, before eventually finding herself in the service of Takumi.

Either way, Oboro had always been a thing of normalcy in her life, as well as proof that many people had it worse than herself, but were definitely dealing with it a whole lot better.

(Though she wasn't sure if she considered Oboro's 'demon face' as a healthy way of dealing with her previous prejudice against Nohrians...)

"Not that I'm not thrilled to see you, but why am I in here?" Kamui frowned, tipping her head. "And where did Felicia go?"

Oboro shrugged. "Felicia said she had to go make you some tea."

Kamui winced. "That'll end great..." She muttered to herself.

"Ryoma wanted to talk to you today, and apparently someone didn't take a bath for several days, and now all her clothes are ruined..."

Kamui scowled. "Look, I wanted to take a bath so bad, they're pretty amazing. I mean, I've been bathing in Nohr for about six months. It's nice, and they have great soaps, but Hoshido does it way better."

And just like that, Kamui lost herself in talking to Oboro - and it was so relaxing. Talking to Leo had been lovely, but she always had to stay on her toes to make sure he didn't outsmart her. (He always did no matter how hard she tried, though.) Oboro was just... simple to chat with.

"There is a reason you're here today, though." Oboro said, grinning. "I want you to try on my kimono when you go meet up with Ryoma today. I tailored it in your size, even."

"Well..." Kamui frowned. "I can't exactly say no, can I?"

"No, you get no choice." Oboro began pulling the outfit down. "I'm willing to do your hair too - though hair isn't really my thing. Maybe Felicia can do it, though."

"I'll be fine." Kamui smiled, running her fingers on the soft fabric. "This is really beautiful. I somehow both can and cannot believe that you made this."

"Thanks, I guess." She wrapped her hand around Kamui's wrist, dragging her to one of the corners. "Now, put that beauty on."

Kamui made her way down the hall slowly, with Felicia hovering nervously by in case she collapsed again.

Her feet slid soundlessly on the wooden floors, chilled from the cold weather. Her legs were no warmer - kimonos were fairly breezy, and the wind got right up under the garment. While her legs may not have be shaven, the silk still felt heavenly against them - better than any other kimono she had ever worn. (She had made a mental note to tell Oboro how talented she was, just in case the girl didn't know.)

"This should be it." Felicia said, stopping in front of a gorgeous screen door. Even if Felicia hadn't told her this was the door to Ryoma's room, she would have been able to guess for - the paper on the screen was decorated almost too excessively for a simple door. (Though it definitely could not be called simple anymore.) Instead of the traditional sakura blossoms that covered most doors, Ryoma's was decorated with a spiraling green and red dragon. If it was up to Kamui, she would have asked for a lobster, as Ryoma's bright red, shell-like armour reminded her of one of those crustacean creatures. However, it was easily the nicest thing in the palace (which was saying a lot, as Hoshido was a prosperous nation) and even the wood paneling for the door was embedded with gold flakes.

Flattening a hand on her hair, Kamui called out through the door. "Big brother?"

"Kamui, is that you?" Ryoma's deep voice rumbled from the other side. She felt a rush of happiness. It had been far too long since she had seen her older brother.

"Yes, of course," She laughed. "Who else would it be?"

The wooden screen was pushed aside, and Kamui stepped inside.

If she thought the door was impressive, it was nothing compared to the room inside. In the center was a big table, with maroon cushions around so others could sit comfortably. Said table was set with teas and sweets, obviously set up with care. From what she knew, it was customary for the ruler of a kingdom to have a meeting place in their own room, as well as their palace. The rest of the main room was simple - there was a cabinet in the corner, with a plaque on it. (With a painful twinge, she realized it said 'Queen Mikoto' in graceful lettering.) Photos of her Hoshido siblings littered the rest of it, making her smile. Through an entryway, she saw a bed similar to the one she had been sleeping in, and a tall stand with his armour and swords. Everything had a very simple and light feel, even though every piece of furniture was intricately carved. (She made another mental note to ask where all of the beautiful furniture had been made, as her room in the Invisible Kingdom needed some updating.)

"Sister!" Ryoma smiled, embracing her tightly. Despite how warm and comforting his hug was, she couldn't help but wince. Thankfully, he was wearing a very simple garment, much like the one Kamui herself was adorned in. As soon as she let out a gasp of pain, he stepped back, worry furrowing his brow. "Felicia informed me you were completely healed. Was that not true?"

"That's what I told her." Kamui smiled.

Ryoma laughed. "While it may be easier on you to do that, please keep in mind that you are not useful to anyone in a state of constant pain. Not as a princess of Hoshido, Nohr, or as my sister."

"Actually, I would like to talk to you." Kamui frowned. She felt the same emotion as earlier - that bitter taste filling her mouth.

"I would to have some discussion with you, but first, I have someone you may want to see..." He nodded to behind Kamui. She turned around.

Oh, but it was so nice seeing familiar faces!

"Jakob!" She laughed, walking over and hugging the young man. Unlike her other friends, he was not wearing traditional Hoshidion clothes, (to be honest, those clothes would not fit the man at all) and had on his usual simple vest, long-sleeved shirt, and a simple pair of pants. His hair was tied in its usual medium ponytail, with his usual silver dagger sitting polished on his belt. "You're okay!"

"Well, of course I am, milady." He smiled gently. "I can hardly be taken down by a simple building collapse."

"Yes, but, it was my fault, so if anything happened-"

"But nothing did happen, now did it?" He gave another smile, and Kamui embraced him again. She had not seen these people in months, and it was likely that when she was fully recovered - and apologies were personally given to the family members of those who died - she would be heading back to the Invisible Kingdom.

"Now that you can confirm my sister is alright, Jakob, would you please leave the room so that the two of us can discuss some important topics?" Ryoma said. His expression went from soft-hearted to annoyed as he made eye contact with the Butler.

"Actually, now that I am back at her side, I'm very reluctant to leave again." Jakob gave a smile, and Kamui failed to notice the threatening glint in his eye, or how his finger fluttered over the dagger at his side.

Ah, the gift of innocence.

Ryoma and Jakob continued to glare at each other - Kamui stepped back from Jakob, watching the two. "Um, why not let him stay, brother?"

A couple of beats passed, before Ryoma nodded stubbornly. The three made their way to the table in the centre of the room. Kamui folded her legs underneath her as best she could - she had never been instructed in proper Hoshido etiquette before, so hopefully she was doing this right.

"Lady Kamui, you do look lovely in that kimono." Jakob complimented smoothly. "Would you like some tea?"

"I can take care of that." Kamui said, turning towards her brother. "I needed to speak with you about something, brother.)

"Well, I'm here, so go ahead." Ryoma calmly stated.

"Well, um..." Kamui avoided the gaze of all those in the room. "I heard you were not willing to go rescue Azura from the Ylisseans."

To her left, Jakob's gaze hardened. Much like Kamui, he was fond of the blue-haired singer, and Ryoma personally felt very concerned over what the butler may do if he heard his side.

"Well..." Ryoma drew in a deep breath. "That is true."

"Why?" Kamui scowled, clenching her fists. "Why are you not willing to get her?"

"Because it's too much of a risk." Her brother closed his eyes, bringing a hand to his forehead. Kamui suddenly noticed dark circles underneath his eyes. "I don't want to risk anymore soldiers - Ylisse will not harm Azura. They may be a competitive nation, but they will not hurt an innocent woman."

"Were they not willing to negotiate bringing her back?" Kamui grit her teeth. "Hoshido is very prosperous - I'm sure you have plenty of resources that they don't. Enough to strike up a bargain."

"Those resources are for our people, Kamui." Ryoma rubbed two fingers into the sides of his forehead. It didn't take too much time for Kamui to realize she was aggravating him into a headache - she was far too skilled at making royalty feel exasperated. "Our country is feeding two now, and I don't want there to be potential food shortages."

That, at least, she understood. "Ryoma, you need to send somebody to get her back." She argued.

Her brother had almost had enough. "Who? Who would be willing to-"

"I will."

They both looked at Jakob in shock - he was the last person anyone would expect to volunteer. (Except maybe Kamui, who only knew Jakob's very rare good side.)

"Jakob, you would do that?" Kamui said softly, smiling.

"Of course." He smiled, kindly at Kamui and threateningly at Ryoma (who rolled his eyes, making a mental note to check out getting a different retainer for Kamui). "I'm very fond of Lady Azura, and I can't sit back and watch others fail when it causes you so much distress."

Kamui wrapped her arms around the man, laughing. "Thank you so much Jakob."

She failed to notice Jakob and Ryoma exchanging a glare yet again.

Standing up and brushing herself off, Kamui bowed to her brother and friend. "I should go, Sakura wants to check my injuries."

And as she strode out of the room, Kamui felt so very proud of herself.

Then she tripped over the door frame.

Figures.

A/N:

If you aren't aware, this is actually a fanfiction for Fire Emblem, which I will be turning into a NaNoWriMo novel, though it is set mainly during Fates. If you would like an exact timeline, I would have to say after the first war. (As F!Robin will make an appearance.)

Hoshido is based off of Japan, mainly, but I'm choosing to also layer in influences from Ancient China, as it's one of my favourite time periods/cultures. I am also drawing a ton of inspiration from the book series Eon: The Last Dragoneye, which has very similar influences, as well as having some incredibly done world building. My goal is to express the differences in culture.

Nohr is based heavily off of European kingdoms, and as such will have very different values - I've always imagined that Nohrians would be more vain than others, and in a land as dark as theirs, they would use what little natural resources they had to appear as rich and prosperous as possible. As such, this would play into the roles of women in these times, and I wouldn't be surprised if women were under a lot more pressure to appear beautiful and perfect, (mainly because I remember Elise discussing her wishes to be more like Camilla, who could easily be established as a Nohrian ideal, alongside Xander.) as well as gifted in battle.

If anyone would like, I would be completely willing to discuss the world that I plan to build (based mostly off of headcanons I have of both countries) and also speak of social structure and what I believe each would contain. I may add that as a final chapter, just discussing influences.

Ages: (Everything is set a year after Fates, unless otherwise stated.)

Xander - 28

Ryoma - 27

Camilla - 22

Hinoka - 21

Kamui - 19

Leo, Takumi - 17

Elise, Sakura - 15