Chapter 3: Together In A Moment Of Peace

It's said that home is where the heart lies. A place where meals are shared, memories made, and families thrive. A place of security, a place of comfort. The only place that could be considered a haven in the most trying of times. You were always told that an empty house is not a home. Those words resonated with you, and for the most part, you abided by the meaning of that declaration. Your house isn't empty, but it isn't exactly home anymore...is it?

A falling star from the vast unknown takes up residence with you and your brethren. Preaching tales of prosperity and coexistence between your respective species, and as skeptical as it all seemed, she was right. It functioned as planned, Agarthan and Nabatean men and women, flourishing the once barren terrain with new technologies previously thought unimaginable. Small children playing peacefully together in the fields, knowing no greater joy than the innocence of stability. If only they knew of the greed and hatred brewing in the hearts of the invaders. Yes, that's what she was...an invader. You were there, bearing witness to it all, the moment when the Fell Star shattered your world into a thousand tiny fragments, leaving behind the unrecognizable filth she calls kin in her wake. Your light stolen, darkness became your only salvation. Your diplomacy deteriorated, warfare was the only sensible option.

How does it feel? Standing on the very surface that held the corpses of your household? Forced underground like a labor of moles, while your oppressors coexist transcendently amongst their creations. Earning undeserving denominations such as Saint or...Goddess. What sort of emotions does a misfortune like that convey? Do you feel resentful? Maybe a little heartbroken? But...you don't exactly have a heart anymore...do you?

Not after the Tomb, where you manipulated a once-respected leader to butcher the fallen star as she slumbered. Not after Zanado, where you then convinced him to commit genocide, decorating the canyon red with blood. Blood of the family responsible for your anguish, using weapons crafted from the bones of their loved ones. They were nothing but mere painter's tools in your eyes, for you were the artist orchestrating your next masterpiece.

Certainly not after Enbarr, where you severely altered the life of a young girl who you callously refer to as your niece. Blood experiments...all for a purpose! Failure after failure, body after body, as every Hresvelg burned, scorching in their incompatibility with the flames. All of them, but her. Your new saving grace, your new majestic liberator. Arrogantly believing in the same lies, consequently making herself a nemesis of the church.

Not after Duscar, where a bogus promise resulted in the massacre of a King and his court, the blame and persecution of an innocent people, and the trauma of a young boy you once called nephew. Turning kin against kin, laughing maniacally as the eagle wing of Aymr came crashing down over the lion's head.

Perhaps that carcass really does help to suppress your feelings. Hiding your true self, never truly having to feel accountable for your actions...and why should you?! Every ounce of your hatred is justified after all! Every. Single. Ounce of it.

"Lord Thales…?"

"Speak."

"It's over...the Immaculate One has been felled."

"Good! Good! A favorable outcome! So, it would seem the girl and her little battalion of ne'er-do-wells are more formidable than I gave them credit for, and all without the employment of Demonic Beasts as well...impressive."

"What will transpire going forward?"

"Isn't it obvious? Edelgard has become increasingly ambitious as of late. Even with Arianrhod a smoldering ruin, she continues to make veiled threats against us. It's only a matter of time before we find ourselves amongst conflict again."

"Permission to speak freely?"

"Granted."

"Why don't we use the Javelins again? This time we can try launching them in a much more crowded place...like Enbarr. Or we could just kill her straight away by striking the monastery."

"Calm yourself fool! That entire surface belongs to us, it won't do any good to obliterate all that land before we had a chance to reclaim any of it! Surely you recall Ailell, that is the result of over ambitiously attacking Garreg Mach."

"I've read texts pertaining to that event, but the exact details remain unclear to me."

"That appears to be a consistent characteristic of yours, neglecting key details of your own ancestry. Allow me to play the role of teacher and educate you. According to legend, Ailell is a manifestation of the Goddess's rage. She passed judgment on humanity's corruption and scorched the landscape with a pillar of light from the heavens. Sounds ludicrous, doesn't it? That's because It's all a lie, another falsehood peddled from the maw of that vile Archbishop. Fortunately, her corpse is rotting away as we speak. The true origin of that hellscape lies with us. Some time ago our people launched Javelins at Garreg Mach in an attempt to destroy the last remnants of the so-called Goddess's children. We were ultimately unsuccessful, due to the abundance of safety measures built around the area. Every last Javelin we launched was deflected and changed course, creating what is now recognized by many as...the Valley of Torment."

"What do you know? And here I believed it had something to do with the heat."

"Your attempt at humor is wasted."

"Apologies, but considering all of them are packed like rats in their holes, protected by the security of the monastery, How exactly do we proceed?"

"Subterfuge. It's always been our best strategy, we must rely on it for as long as possible to minimize additional Agarthan casualties. I am in need of ample replacements, particularly after the loss of Cornelia."

"That was a significant loss. Her talent for the dark arts was unmatched, and that body...it was certainly a voluptuous sight wouldn't you agree?"

"You would do well to leave such debauched statements to yourself, or should I have your head removed before you even have a chance to become useful to me?"

"T-that isn't necessary! I humbly retract my statement!"

"I'm pleased that we understand one another. Now, regarding those replacements. I want to finally be rid of that aggravating vassal, he has been a recurring thorn in our sides for far too long. It's due to him that Edelgard defies me so readily. I wish to see the look on his face as he learns how his body will be utilized against the person he cares for the most. However...I find myself growing exceptionally interested in that professor."

"You mean Byleth? The one that wields the Sword of the Creator?"

"So...you do know something, I was beginning to think you were nothing but a useless buffoon, looks as though there's hope for you yet. Yes, the very professor my niece seems so smitten with, the very reason she neglected using the full extent of our power."

"I've seen his abilities first hand, although he is a gifted swordsman, It shouldn't be difficult getting close to him."

"Then you already know what needs to be done. When the time comes I want his carcass, preferably undamaged. Having him under our control will definitely bring that girl to her knees."

"There is a small problem sir."

"And what would that be, pray tell?

"He appears to no longer house the power of Fell Star, in fact, he looks exactly as he did five and a half years ago."

"Curious? So he wasn't really a vessel after all? Hmph, no matter, I still want him replaced. Do whatever you can to get in close, meanwhile I'll see about finding a pilot for Vestra's boy. As long as we have a body of some kind, and the deed is done in the utmost secrecy, you can use any method you deem necessary. I'm placing a considerable amount of faith in you. Don't fail me like Solon before you, do I make myself clear...Cleobulus?

"It shall be done, I'll relish in the demise of another varmint, especially one so close to the Fell Star herself."

Byleth continued to hold Edelgard in his arms, steadily star gazing under the night sky. After being left to themselves, the couple settled for silently enjoying each other's company, occasionally showing affection in the form of small kisses. She would bring his free hand up to her lips, kissing it whenever he planted a kiss of his own to her temple. Was it truly possible to be this in love? So in love that you stay glued to one spot? Powerless to move while also completely unwilling? That's how she felt at the moment. That's how her beloved made her feel. She always held the Goddess Tower in high esteem, as it was the place where her mother and father first fell in love. But after everything that occurred here between her and Byleth today, it would forever be remembered as the place where he proposed, the place where their romance was established as she jovially accepted. Even so, all pleasant things must eventually come to an end, for life only ever moved forward, stopping for nothing and no one, no matter how cruel it may be.

"Byleth my love, It's time to leave now. Dorothea is waiting for us."

"Aww El, just a little while longer?"

"That's what you said only a short while ago! Honestly, I wonder if this is how our children will act when I attempt to wake them at daybreak? At least then I'll know exactly who to blame for their fussing."

"Children huh? And how many do you suppose we would have?"

She took a minute to think about his question quietly to herself. As sole heir to the Imperial throne, it was invariably expected that she would one day be required to produce suitable heirs. A common principle of royalty in most provinces and Adrestia was no different. Deep down she knew that in order for genuine change to take place, any children that she gave birth to could never inherit the throne. She intended to abdicate, doing away with the concept of birthright in favor of one that prioritized accomplishment. Even though that prospect alone once pushed away any impression of her ever being a mother, the thought of one day having a family with the man she loved thoroughly excited her.

"Two! No...three!" She answered at last. "Three beautiful little children, living in a world that values them exclusively on achievement. I have no doubt that they will be the impetus for unparalleled peace, prosperity, and unity for all of Fódlan. Can you imagine it beloved? You and I as parents, raising our little ones together in a private cottage?" "Oh...but I'm being a bit rash aren't I? All my talk of children and we only just became engaged."

"I don't think you are, I love seeing you this excited for the future, for our future, it reminds me that I fell in love with a very driven woman." He nuzzled her hair as he tightly hugged her. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her neck, causing addictive tingles to arise throughout her entire body.

"Do you think they felt this way? My parents I mean. Do you think they were just as much in love as I am in love with you?"

"Our love is unrivaled, I don't know if anyone past or present could compare to how I feel about you."

"When did you become such a romantic with words?"

"The day I deflected an axe meant for the woman who would one day be my wife."

"Hmmm... I doubt you fell in love with me that soon in our encounter."

"Maybe not that soon, but I'll always cherish that day, as it was the day I first laid eyes upon you."

"If I say what I'm about to say next, will you promise to no longer keep count?" She peered back at him with half-lidded eyes, more than prepared to assault him with a flurry of kisses again should he say no.

"I think I can manage that...for now."

Not exactly the assurance she was looking for, but she loved him far too much to care. She eyed his lips, lifting herself upward to kiss them. It definitely wasn't a flurry, but the way he became flustered pleased her all the same. "I love you" she whispered as she pulled away. "I'll forever hold those words close to my heart, so I can express them in response to your own affections."

"I love you too, there's nowhere else I'd rather be than right here with you. Well...now I really don't feel like leaving."

"I understand, truthfully I don't want this to end either, but there will be more moments like this to come. Days where you and I can simply be together. No paperwork, no skirmishes, no meddlesome songstresses, no—

"No Hubert?"

She giggled softly, smiling as she snuggled against his chest, he brought his arms tighter around her in support while he cradled her once more. "Yes darling, no Hubert. I'll command him to accomplish a series of extensive assignments before I allow him to infringe upon our time."

"Promise?"

"I promise. Come now, my love, it seems we have a celebration to attend."

Edelgard and Byleth rose from the cold ground at long last. He brushed the remaining traces of dust from her dress before wiping away at his own clothes. As they approached the stairs leading to the exit, he held out his hand for her to take which she happily accepted. After spending more than a few minutes together, the recently betrothed couple finally departed the tower, joining their slightly shivering friend below. The temperature in Fódlan was relatively mild during the day, signaling a passage of seasons once again. Nights, however, were consistently met with a peculiar chill, likely the unseen remnants of winter, reminding all of its presence even in the warmth of spring.

"Well, that took a while. You two didn't do anything...risque after I left did you?"

Edelgard pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, this newfound patience she was attempting to hone was going to take some work. But If her beloved could do it, surely she could as well. "No Dorothea, must you continue to tease us?"

"Sorry! I'm sorry! It's just...it's so great to finally see you two together!"

The three of them began their minor excursion, traversing through the relatively empty Western corridors. Walking through the monastery at this hour wasn't foreign for Edelgard as unsettling thoughts often rendered a restful sleep impossible. She would frequently embark on nighttime strolls similar to this as a means of clearing her mind, convincing herself that it was nothing more than mere patrolling. In truth, the thought of Byleth being dead kept the young Emperor awake far greater than any night terror ever could.

She shuddered at the notion, her feelings largely keeping her together when grief forced her to recollect on how happy he made her. As much as she had come to appreciate her allies as more than soldiers, he was the only one that could keep a lasting smile on her face. Naturally, he notices even the most minuscule of her movements, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close. She looked up at him with a smile, taking in the sight of his eyes as he looked down at her.

"No need to concern yourself with me, love, it isn't too cold at the moment."

"I know, but It's comforting having you so close."

She felt her face heat up, as typical of her, she began to blush. Perhaps her reddened cheeks were due to their affection now possessing an onlooker...or maybe it was how quickly compliments and the like would roll off her lover's tongue without reservation.

"Awww!" Dorothea exclaimed, taking occasional glances at them in hopes of observing every act of their love, subtle or apparent.

They came to a slow stop just before the entrance to the cathedral. Day after day It was in the process of being restored to its former prominence following the end of the war. When it wasn't filled with devout Adrestian soldiers, the knights worked tirelessly to repair the damage created during the siege five years prior.

"It still needs some sprucing up, but hopefully I'll be singing some victory songs here in no time! When do you think they'll be finished by Edie?"

Edelgard recoiled slightly at her friend's cluelessness. She thought about all the falsehoods she had to tell for the sake of morale. The biggest lie of all, blaming the church for the destruction of Arianrhod wrestled in her mind daily. The day she revealed the truth behind those attacks was rapidly approaching, how her allies would ultimately handle that revelation remained to be seen. Right now, however, she wanted nothing more than to clear her mind of the impending ordeal.

"Yes, well, I imagine it will be restored within a few week's time. It's recently come to my attention that some of the soldiers, our elite included, still need a respectable place for prayer."

Dorothea tilted her head to the side in wonder. "Oh? But I thought you couldn't care less about the Goddess?" She of course asks, understandable given the shared skepticism of the deity between them. Five years ago the then princess wanted to dispense with crests and belief of the Goddess alike, but after witnessing how her own soldiers prayed for guidance while not being excessively reliant, eliminating a crucial part of their lives seemed... unreasonable. Perhaps the church would one day be an Imperial institution, under the supervision of reputable advisors. An undoubtedly controversial decision, but a necessary one if corruption would be combated for the foreseeable future.

"I still have my own reservations about that, however, thanks to some convincing on the part of Manuela and Mercedes I've decided to renovate the cathedral. Even the timid Marianne addressed her concerns with me, after such persuasiveness how could I say no. She perked up at Byleth who in turn glanced down at her. "Though, I suppose that makes me something of a hypocrite considering I'm betrothed to her champion."

"What makes you say that? I'm not her champion."

"Oh, but you are! Do you not recall what you said to me all those years ago in the Sealed Forest?"

Dorothea seemed to be growing excited, quickly looking back and forth between the two of them. "What did he say?! What did he say!? You had the rest of us return to the monastery before we could figure out what was going on!"

A sly grin appeared on Edelgard's face, she discovered an opportunity to tease him in retaliation to his initial antics and she wasn't going to miss it for the world. "After his hair and eyes changed my darling here told me that he was granted power from the goddess herself. When I asked him what he would do with those new-found abilities, he said to me…"

Edelgard briefly unwrapped herself from his embrace. Trying her best to mimic his stance. She morphed her face into an unassuming expression, similar to the one he often had after every battle. "Worry not Edelgard, I'm going to use this power for the people of the world!" She expressed in her best Byleth impersonation, taking glances at him and Dorothea to see their reactions.

Byleth looked away, she could make out a faint blush on his cheeks as he struggled to deal with the embarrassment. At the time she was frustrated with the transformation, believing it to be the final indication that their potential allegiance would be severed. After everything though, she wanted nothing more than to find humor in the situation.

"Did he now? How noble of you professor."

Byleth crossed his arms, glaring at both women in annoyance. "I don't sound like that at all."

"He's right Edie, it's more like this…" Dorothea raised her right arm to the sky triumphantly as if she were wielding a sword. 'Allow me to demonstrate!' "Oooh! Oooh! This one's a personal favorite of mine!" 'Here is something to believe in!'

"You two are unbelievable," he said shaking his head in disapproval, face still slightly red from their teasing. "You get far too much enjoyment out of poking fun at me."

"Anything to see you blush my love," Edelgard stepped back over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist in a soft hug, locking her eyes with his again. Earlier in the day, she had been too nervous to even think about confessing her feelings to him. Now, she felt more confident than ever to express just how much she loved him. Even if Dorothea's company flustered her slightly. "I know you aren't really her champion, not after everything we've done together. But, know that you are, have, and will always be my champion."

"Oh, Edie, that's so sweet! This romantic opera idea is getting better and better! You two are practically writing the scenes for me!"

Edelgard looked back at her with a glare, hugging Byleth tighter as she spoke. "This again? You absolutely insist on embarrassing your Emperor like that?"

"Your's is not a love to be embarrassed over Edie, you two are so lovely together," Dorothea's eyes brightened, mind undeniably flooding with thoughts of some grand production. "Eisner and Hresvelg, commoner and noble, commander and Emperor, turned husband and wife!" She brought a hand to her breast while raising the other into the air as she continued. "They slew the ivory dragon, bringing all of Fódlan into a new dawn! A magical proposal in the Tower of the Goddess! Caring little if not at all about their stations, demonstrating to the world that as long as two people love each other, it matters not what their backgrounds are! Doesn't it sound like such an inspiring story? You could change the courting system for generations to come!"

"T-that doesn't sound like a completely horrible idea. Even so, there is still much to be done for the time being. Perhaps you'll have my permission to put on such a rendition once all of our goals have been accomplished," She faced Byleth who looked equally astounded at their friend's suggestion. "What do you think love? Would you be alright with an enactment like that? It's okay to say no if you aren't."

He stopped to think for a moment, with any luck his answer would be complete disinterest. She often wondered about the thoughts that raced through his mind. Hubert once warned her of a second self lurking deep within, influencing his every action. A ridiculous belief by now, but every so often she would stare at him in curiosity,

"Sounds like it could be a brilliant idea, I'd love to see how we would be portrayed," He said as he shot her a quick smile.

"Of course you would say that, though if I had to hazard a guess, the non-romantic aspects my portrayal probably wouldn't be in a positive light. There are many who view me as a self-perpetuating tyrant, championing nepotism under the guise of a merit-based system. Not exactly the heartwarming ballad anyone would care to see." She sighed subtly, feeling bitter at the existence of those perspectives.

Noticing this, Byleth pulled her body tighter against his, smiling as he brushed a loose strand of hair out of her face. "If that is how some people see you, then I'll share in the burden. I refuse to have you taking full responsibility when we walked this path together."

"Beloved…"

"Fortunately, I'm not in the business of putting on political dramas," Dorothea said assuredly. "Regardless of what anyone says, the only thing I care about showcasing is the glorious romance I see right in front of me. Besides, I'm sure Hubie could handle any tomato throwing hecklers who think otherwise." Her eyes lit up once again as she stared at the couple. She started to sing, quiet at first, but a bit louder as her enthusiasm grew.

"Caaarry this heavy heart away from all the shadows dark, let's build a world that none can ever hope to wish undone! In the tower all alone they made their deepest feelings known, stay beside me my true love for you and I rule on this throoone~"

"Dorothea, please don't sing that again! Beautiful as your voice is, the professor and I hardly need a melody to accompany our love, isn't that right?"

"I think I would like to hear the rest of that one day Dorothea."

"Beloved!"

"Then that settles it. When you two are ready I'll start looking for help putting the entire thing together. That way you can hear the rest in person. I honestly can't wait! Oh...but we should really hurry along, we're late enough as it is."

Nodding in agreement, they cross the bridge, making their way to the reception hall. A couple of soldiers bowed at Edelgard's presence before carrying on with their patrol. It was scarcely lit, only a few torches lighting the vacant space. Ordinarily, it would be filled with an assorted group of people, but the word of a celebratory dinner must have lured everyone barring the guards to the dining hall.

"Remember our dance professor?"

"I do, almost like it was yesterday."

"What!? You two danced together? When?" Edelgard asked upon overhearing their chat.

"At the ball remember?! He did such an excellent job helping me prepare for the competition that I wanted to see how he took to ballroom dancing," She looked over Edelgard's head to give Byleth a wink. "You did a superb job by the way."

"I wasn't aware of this. You danced with him before I could!?"

"Relax Edie, you were too busy dancing with that noble boy. What was his name again? Von something? There's always a von in there somewhere."

"I-Its...well, it seems I can't recall his name. I was too preoccupied with other matters at the time to remember if he even told me."

"Oh, that poor boy. Well, I'm sure at the very least the dance made him happy. No need to be so jealous though, you got to have our dear teacher all to yourself in the Goddess Tower."

"Jealous!? Hardly. As long as you two had fun, it matters not that I missed my chance, besides, there will be many dances in our future."

"Of course, it's sure to be a stunning sight watching the two of you slow waltz together!"

Visions of her and Byleth dancing following their union blanketed her mind as they slowly approached the entrance to the dining hall, overpowering any image of Dorothea or any of the other girls dancing with him first. The day of their nuptials was far off but the mere thought of their relationship finally being made official made her heart flutter, rising in pace with each step as the large mahogany doors gradually came into view.

"Here we are, well my darli— I mean, my teacher...I see It's going to be difficult refraining from calling you affectionate names in public. I hope you don't mind just being my teacher again for now."

"My teacher, my darling...my love," Byleth began, placing his hands tenderly on her shoulders. "It makes no difference to me, as long as I get to be with you."

"I always did find the way you refer to our professor very cute Edie," Dorothea said suddenly, taking a glance at their closeness. "You staked a claim on him almost immediately, how could the rest of us ever hope to compete?"

"You two are going to make this impossible." Edelgard shook her head, struggling to suppress the red growing on her face. She turned to clasp both doors by the handles, allowing an enormous amount of light to beam from the dining hall as she pulled, surrounding the area they stood like a stage light on the leads of a performance. How wonderfully fitting for the guests of honor.

The dining hall was lively for its size, every corner filled with knights and merchants alike. Allies chatting with one another at their respective tables while most of the elite Black Eagle Strike Force sat laughing and conversing amongst themselves. Of course, some of her oldest classmates shared a table, the very same one they all shared at dining hours so long ago. Even still, members from the other houses sat beside them, not just mingling with friends they already knew, but the people they eventually came to know as comrades after spending the last five and a half years together.

She could spot Felix and Leonie challenging all comers to a match of what Byleth once described to her as a trial of strength, better known in the mercenary world as arm wrestling. Caspar ventured to try his luck against Jeralt's self-proclaimed apprentice while Ferdinand flexed his bicep and fluffed his hair a few times before challenging the former Blue Lion. Ingrid, Petra, and Mercedes stood off to the side, cheering in support of the individual opposite their original house.

Immediately next to them, sat Ashe gathering coin given to him by Hubert and an unconscious Linhardt, likely a prize for some kind of wager. Even Lorenz hesitantly forked over a few of his gold, looking a bit unhappy with himself for doing so. Finally, just beside the table that held various different meals, albeit limited due to the war effort was Bernadetta, Marianne, and professor Hanneman struggling to sober up a terribly drunk professor Manuela as she tried to expend a few more beverages.

Dorothea really went above and beyond for a preemptive celebration. The fight against the church might have been over but significant threats still prevailed, looking for any opportunity for the Empire to show it's hand. Despite that, seeing everyone having fun cleared those thoughts from her mind. If for just a moment there could be true peace after all of the fighting, then this celebratory feast was ultimately deserved.

"I'm going to let you two lovebir—oops, sorry! I mean you two very friendly people get settled in and we can talk later, okay?"

"Of course Dorothea," Edelgard said frustratingly clenching her teeth. "Do try to remember that we're still keeping this a secret."

"Oh silly me! How could I be so foolish! I'm not excited about my favorite people in the world finally tying the knot or anything. No, I don't believe that's something I'm feeling at all!"

"Goodbye, Dorothea." She gave her friend an intense glare, motivating the woman to briskly walk away. Perhaps secrecy was a touch too ridiculous, it wasn't uncommon for two individuals who loved each other to wed after times of conflict. But her and Byleth weren't just any individuals, people of their stature weren't permitted to storybook endings, that monster and his ilk would assuredly see to their deaths before that could happen. Fortunately, Hubert already had a strategy in the works, something he was working on for a long time. All would be revealed come daybreak, whether promising news or unpleasant.

"It's...you!" Jeritza appeared suddenly, breathing with excitement as the glass of suspicious red liquid he held splashed with his every step. "The time has come for one of us to die. The Emperor asked the Death Knight years ago to refrain from killing you until the war was over. As I look around at all of these painfully happy faces I can only assume that our dance of demise has arrived. I cannot hold him back any longer, step outside so that he may taste the blood of the one he craves."

"That's a shame Jeritza, I didn't plan on dying tonight" Byleth crossed his arms, giving the man a look of determination. "And definitely not anytime soon either. There is however a dance I am looking forward to, at a significant event that I plan to be alive for. I'm afraid my death is simply not an option."

"I concur with the commander. Edelgard interjected in an instant, greatly trying to protect her beloved. "You had better learn to control your urges, lest you find your head beneath Aymr's blade. I have no intention of seeing commander Eisner die. Not only is he vital to the recovery effort, but he has also recently risen in prominence comparable to that of a Hresvelg. Taking a scythe to him is akin to threatening Adrestia herself, I won't tolerate such dissent particularly from the likes of you. Do I make myself clear?"

"But...you made a promise, would you truly go back on your word?"

"That promise was made by a foolish princess who was short-sighted enough to believe that her teacher would never stand beside her. A little girl who once believed that any and all sacrifice would be necessary to move forward. Mark my words Jeritza, if you are unable to suppress your inner persona and in any way harm the professor. I will kill you, do you understand?"

"Is there a problem your majesty?"

Lysithea unexpectedly approached them, gleefully licking away at a tower of ice cream she held in one hand while conjuring up a cycle of spells in the other. She looked to be her usual self and yet a face of courage lie behind those adorable pink eyes. She glared at Jeritza, nonverbally daring him to act or say another word.

"Not exactly Lysithea, though I appreciate your concern. I trust you heard enough of our little exchange despite all of the commotion. What exactly do you have there? It looks positively delicious."

"Oh! This? Well if you must know it just so happens to be one of my favorite desserts. Each treat comes with its own unique flavor. My personal favorite is Dark Spikes, isn't that the one you like as well...Jeritza?" Lysithea peered up at him, dark crystals gradually forming in the palm of her free hand.

"I...can take a hint, perhaps the commander and the Death Knight could instead have a friendly spar, does that sound to your liking?" Jeritza asked Byleth, taking a few side glances at the mage as the spikes levitated.

"Sounds reasonable," Byleth said eagerly. Once things calm down a bit, have him meet me at the training grounds during the week. We can let off some steam there."

"Perfect, I'll take my leave then. It seems Mercedes has a new flavor of ice cream for me to try. Have a pleasant evening." Jeritza stopped to glare at Lysithea before sauntering off in the direction of a smiling Mercedes who waved at the three of them from the distance.

"Good girl, Lysithea. I'll be sure the professor and I treat you to some flavorful pastries in town one day soon. Just the three of us, idling about eating sweets, how does that sound?"

"Ugh, I thought I told you not to call me that, I swear it's like you never listen to me! But, yes I would like that very much thank you." Lysithea walked over to the others looking satisfied as she continued enjoying her snack. If there was one person she could rely on to keep Jeritza on his leash, it was definitely her.

"Ah! Good evening your Majesty. I must say it's not like you to lose track of time, rulers are usually more proficient at measuring." Alois shortly strolled over, a large grin on his face at the sight of the Emperor and Byleth.

Edelgard trying her best to ignore the pun looked up at the boisterous man with indifference. "Good evening, Alois, It's true that much has transpired during the past couple of days, my time has been more than a little occupied."

"Regardless, it's good that you could swing by! Might I axe what kept the two of you?"

"T-the professor was helping me compose my address. Certain nobles have taken to spreading falsehoods regarding my intentions in the vain desire of generating discord. We are hoping to counteract that with words for the time being." Satisfied with her fib, she gave Byleth a quick glance which was met with a nod.

"That sounds like a real hatchetjob, good thing Byleth was sharp enough to get your point across!"

The couple stared at Alois in silence, each pun was more disastrous than the last. He was like this for as long as she could recall, steadily telling terrible jokes that could only be deemed amusing by the most lion-hearted of individuals. When the war demanded too much of her attention, the former Knight of Seiros searched extensively for her beloved in her place. His jokes became so commonplace that everyone anticipated them, but during that period of time, there were more than a few days the usually lively man was silent.

"Nothing doing huh? Well, we are at a banquet, how about something a little more food-related!" Turning his attention away from the Emperor, he attempted his latest play on words for Byleth.

"I've been going absolutely nuts trying to figure out how your hair keeps changing color. I hope that the story behind it is eggciting."

Byleth noticeably recoiled, looking pained by each cringe-inducing pun. Maybe in addition to his normal behavior, Alois was also slightly drunk and her beloved could sense it just as well as she. "I'm still not exactly sure myself," he answered. "But apparently it happened right after we slew the Immaculate One. Edelgard and I combined our strengths in order to deliver the finishing blow, the next thing I knew I looked like myself again."

"And that's all that matters my belov— I mean! My teacher, my beloved teacher. That you look like yourself again is a great joy."

"I must say you've left me absolutely S-peach-less. Not to be corny but that sounds Amaizeing. Though, being Jeralt's son, I suppose I should take everything you say with a grain of salt!"

Shamir, who was watching from afar, plainly irritated with the onslaught of puns herself, swiftly drifted to her partner's side. "Alois, you should give it a rest, her Majesty and the professor don't appear amused."

"But I am on a roll, nothing gets butter than this! "Come now good friends it's all ingest."

The three of them frowned at the man with looks of disapproval. If not for the sound of chatter in the background, Edelgard was sure that crickets could be heard chirping away in the distance.

"I suppose my rib ticklers can't be to everyone's taste. Thymefries when you're having fun!" Alois gaped at each of them in hopes of receiving a laugh or even a small smirk. A look of disappointment appeared on his face as he didn't get the reaction he hoped for. Despite his failings, the man eventually shook off his initial discomfort and unfortunately continued. "Another one bites the crust huh? No matter, I swear that one day I will make you and Byleth laugh your Majesty!"

"Your jokes aren't very appealing," Shamir said crossing her arms.

"Have I gone bananas or was that a slip of a quip from Shamir Nevrand herself?"

"I don't quip, are we done here?"

"Professor! You're okay!" Leonie cried out from the distance, as she slammed Caspar's poor hand to the table, practically sprinting from across the room to give Byleth a hug.

"Saved by Leonie, let's go Alois. Your majesty, professor." Shamir gave the pair a nod, yanking Alois away by his cape before he could work up another sequence of flat jokes.

"O-of course I am...why wouldn't I be?" Byleth shifted, taken aback by the sudden affection she was showing him.

"You collapsed after the last battle, the others were really worried about you! Thank the Goddess, Lady Edelgard picked you up and carried you out of there."

"Really? She did that?" Byleth turned from Leonie who was still clinging to his side to smile at Edelgard. "I'm surprised you didn't get Hubert to carry me."

"W-what!? T-that's...Leonie! You weren't supposed to tell the professor about that!"

"Sorry! I just thought he should know! What's the big deal? Everyone thought you looked pretty heroic carrying the commander of the army in your arms as you walked through the flames."

"Heroic am I? Well, be that as it may, some things are better left unsaid in the presence of others. Particularly those we are so close to." Edelgard gave her beloved a subtle wink, still looking to show him her admiration even in their attempt at secrecy.

"It's nice to see I have so many strong people looking after me," Byleth said giving Edelgard a wink in exchange. He then proceeded to look back down at Leonie, grinning at the sight of her continuing to hug him in spite of how lengthy their embrace was getting. "Especially you, I didn't know you cared so much about me."

"I-I don't!" She said quickly pulling away. "Not as much as you think I do anyway. I was only fulfilling the promise I made to Captain Jeralt that's all, don't start getting a big head or anything."

"Sure thing Leonie, just so you know I care a lot about you too."

"E-enough about that already! I'm starving, aren't you?! We've been saving plates just for the two of you! Now c'mon, stop standing around and let's eat!"

With insistence from Leonie and her stomach. She shoved Byleth over to the table with the others, prompting Edelgard to follow. Upon their arrival, plates made just for them were already lined up before two empty seats. The others calmed down a bit after their friendly competition, happy to finally have something to eat, no longer obligated to wait for their gallant commander and Emperor. As soon as she was seated by Hubert, everyone else soon followed. She sat in the chair directly across from Byleth who sat beside his sergeants-at-arms in Felix and Leonie. Next to her were the two people who were comparable to siblings. Dorothea as her troublesome older sister and Lysithea as her precious younger. The meal before her was small in size but after being deprived of even smaller than this only a short few months ago, she was hardly one to complain. As she began to take a bite of her pasta salad, she spotted Ferdinand staring at her in the distance, focusing immediately on her hand every time she lifted her utensil. He always tried to one-up her in everything they did together but surely not an eating competition. Could the bottom of the barrel truly be that scarce?

"Ferdinand? You do know it's impolite to stare. Is there something wrong with the way I'm eating?"

"Apologies Edelgard, it's just...that ring on your finger, I must say it's quite a sight! Who is the fortunate individual that asked for your hand in marriage?"

Of course, the ring! In all of her excitement, she completely forgot she was still wearing it. Her time with Byleth was so precious that it became just another part of her, like something she had worn years before, having long since grown accustomed to its weight. She was met with many looks from those just before her, everyone was growing more excited as they awaited an answer. She subtly glanced at Byleth, not wanting to give anything away to her patiently waiting audience. Her beloved does little to help quell the situation, looking visibly amused with that perfect smile of his, grin ear to ear at the unrest brewing at the table. She was on her own, if there was one thing that could possibly get her out of this dilemma, it was a well put together lie. She took no pleasure in it, but it was the only option available in her eyes.

"It's actually—

"Marriage? Yeeaaah! we're going to Edelgard's wedding!" Caspar interrupted as he finished a bite of food, raising his fist in elation at the news. In his fit of shouting, he practically announced it to the rest of the dining hall.

"Congratulations Lady Edelgard," Marianne said happily, much more confident than she was as a student. She placed her utensils down on the table, folding her hands into a short prayer. "May the Goddess continue to bless you and your beloved so that your union may be joyous and bright."

Mercedes soon joined her, similarly folding her hands as she smiled. "You are beginning a new chapter in your life, may she bless you with love on your wonderful journey ahead. The goddess must certainly hold you in high esteem, Edelgard!"

Likely not she thought to herself, but the compliment was appreciated all the same. "Of course, thank you, Marianne, Mercedes, but that's hardly—

"I would be liking to wish you congratulations as well Lady Edelgard. Petra said with a smile. "What are you thinking Linhardt? Was this something to be expecting?"

"It was only logical for the Emperor to marry immediately after the war. A few days off by my calculations but the estimate was close...enough. Con...gratula...tions." Linhardt yawned, slumping face-first into his food.

"Lady Edelgard's getting married?! That's so great!" Bernadetta said enthusiastically. "Hubert, did you know about this?"

"I did not. Lady Edelgard? I wasn't aware you intended to wed this quickly."

"Hubert?! I-I'm no—

"Hmph...marriage. That poor sap is in for a hell of a life, marrying the Emperor and all."

"Felix!" Ingrid shouted, slapping her friend across the back of his head. "Apologies for his rudeness, your majesty. Both of us are truly happy for you and your betrothed. I'm certain he is a handsome and loving individual, isn't that right Felix? Aren't you happy?"

"Well, I didn't choke on my food just now so yes Ingrid, I suppose I am quite happy. But, good for you Edelgard...I guess."

"While I am delighted for you Lady Edelgard, it's quite a shame someone bested me," Lorenz said sounding a bit disgruntled. "I intended to ask for your hand in marriage once the festivities ended. Still, I give you my most heartfelt congratulations."

Edelgard, looking to end the barrage of premature felicitations looked around the table with a feigned smile. "Let's set this matter aside for another day, I am enjoying all of your company far too much to spend this time simply discussing me." Surely that would do it, there wasn't a soul at the table who would dare challenge her authority, who could possibly have the audacity to test the limits of the Emperor?

"You're not getting out of this that easy, Edie! Now, don't keep us in suspense, who is this lovely person you're getting married to? I bet he's attractive! Probably the unassuming and mysterious type, right? How close am I?"

"Dorothea!" The emperor cried out, desperately trying to regain control over the situation. Whether it was simply teasing or demonstrating ignorance by playing along, the songstress certainly wasn't helping matters as she looked back at her with a playful smile and those frustrating emerald eyes which darted from Byleth to her ring, and then back to her all in quick succession. How subtle.

"I thought there was something different about you," Lysithea said finally joining in. "That ring certainly is beautiful, if you don't mind me asking, who gave it to you?"

She looked over her shoulder at the young mage, somehow she always had a way of bringing the truth out of her. Similar to Byleth, it was difficult keeping secrets with such a perceptive eye staring back at her, discerning each movement as every long-kept secret abruptly left her lips without hesitation. The combination of Lysithea and all of the eager faces of the others ultimately backed her into a corner, influencing her decision to finally come clean. Everyone would know, she would announce it, despite all of the risks it could potentially bring, they would all know.

"It-it was…"

"I gave her the ring."

"Professor?!" Everyone cried out in unison.

Byleth looked around the table, grinning to himself as he seemingly enjoyed the expressions they made.

"I know you're all surprised but allow me to explain. Back when I was a mercenary, we would often exchange gifts or little trinkets with each other as a way to deepen our bonds. There were bracelets, necklaces, and other assortments of charms, all of which were given for a different purpose. After everything Edelgard and I have been through together, that ring is just an indication of a vow I made to her," Byleth then turned from the others, focusing his attention on Edelgard. He looked directly into her eyes, smiling the instant he made contact; Not daring to look away as he resumed speaking. "That no matter what happens, I will always be here for you."

Dorothea smiled, playfully nudging an overly blushing Emperor. "So that's what the ring is for! I would have never guessed. You're very lucky to have such a dearest friend in the professor aren't you Edie?"

"Wait, isn't that Captain Jeral—Ow! Hey! What's the big idea professor!? You stepped on my foot!"

"Oh? I did? I didn't notice, sorry Leonie."

"Ah, my apologies for making such an assumption, Edelgard. It would seem that our professor has very expensive tastes. Though I am a bit disappointed," Ferdinand turned to Byleth with a frown. "I wish you informed the rest of us about such an exchange, that way we could buy one another gifts."

"Yeah, professor!" Bernadetta surprisingly chimed in. "Why didn't you tell the rest of us? I would have bought something for you and Lady Edelgard, we have vows we want to make too you know!"

Ashe, who sat immediately next to Ferdinand had a cheerful smile on his face as he seemed to agree. He shuffled his winnings from earlier around in his hand as he finished his plate. "We should all go to the market in town tomorrow and buy each other promise trinkets. That way we can express just how much we mean to each other!"

"What a wonderful idea Ashe," Dorothea said as she set her utensils and plate aside, eagerly leaning forward with her arms on the edge of the table. "Vows can be made to soothe the heart and soul. As someone special once told me, the most profound gestures are often the ones that are unspoken."

"Something you seem to struggle with yourself," Edelgard mumbled under her breath, giving the former diva a side glance as she thought about the torment she just put her through.

"That is sounding like an excellent plan. In Brigid, there is a similar giving of gifts but that one is done with swords. Two people promising...or make a promise to die with each other. One person is not allowed to die before another."

"Geez, Petra, we're making vows not trying to kill each other here." Caspar, said, shaking his head, eyes, however, widening as he looked at her unfinished plate. "By the way, are you going to eat that?"

"So sentimental," Felix said, clearly indifferent to all the admiration being spread around. He briefly stared at Petra as she gave her remaining food to Caspar. He always did his best to mask his genuine feelings but something about her explanation regarding Brigid's customs seemed to deeply unnerve him.

Lorenz removed a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping his mouth before looking over at Edelgard with a grin. "Just to be certain, you aren't scheduled to be wed Lady Edelgard? Then I suppose there is still time for I, Lorenz Hellman Gloucester to—

"As if," Hubert spoke bitterly, folding his arms as he scowled in the nobleman's direction. "Now that we've cleared that up. It should be known to those of you thinking about any future proposals that her majesty is far too preoccupied with her duties to wed immediately. There is still much to be done, even now." He rose from his seat, carrying his finished plate and utensils in his hands, despite speaking to Lorenz specifically, he shot a quick glare at Byleth as though his words were actually intended for him. "I hope that has been made clear to every one of you, some more than others." He then walked away, ordering a few of the knights sitting idly by to help clear the table.

Felix turned to look at him, smirking as he vanished from the dining hall into the darkness of the night. "Wow, leave it to that guy to spoil such a soppy moment. And I thought I could be the biggest jerk."

"Oh that's still you Felix," Ingrid said with a chuckle. Rising to her feet to help clear the plates away. "Don't you worry one little bit, you haven't been bested in that respect just yet."

"Maybe you're right." He said solemnly, subsequently scoffing as he decided to leave the table with her. After a short few moments, everyone else soon followed. Helping to clear their plates despite having the church staff readily available to do so. As she looked around at all of the tired but cheerful faces of her allies, Edelgard decided to postpone the strategy meeting for just another day. Sure it was foolhardy, and Hubert would have more than a few choice words about her decision but they earned it. Tomorrow would be a relaxing day, a day of lighter pockets but still a day where the most meaningful of vows would be made. She continued to scan the room, knights walking back and forth helping to rearrange tables and chairs to their original state. Her beloved appeared before her, somehow managing to look so handsome despite his apparent drowsiness.

"May I escort you to your room, your majesty?"

"I would like that very much Commander Eisner."

They left the dining hall side by side, walking under the glowing moon at a slow pace, trying to prolong as much of their remaining time together as possible. They would periodically wave in a parting goodnight to any of their allies heading in the opposite direction. Eventually reaching their destination, they walked up the stairs leading to the second-floor dormitories.

As they reached the top, she took note of the darkness covering most of the corridor, only the flickers of torch sconces lit the area. The sight of them provided her with solace, which was further enhanced by Byleth's touch as he held her hand.

They shortly arrived before the door to her room, standing tall in close proximity, enveloped by a small ring of light despite the shadows around them.

"All things considered, I had a great time tonight. This has truly been one of the happiest days of my life." Her eyes lit up as she held her hand out in front of her, gazing ardently at her ring. "I know you were only fibbing to keep the others in the dark but...was there any truth to your story?"

He looked at her with those striking blue eyes of his, taking her hand again and interlocking their fingers together. He looks so focused as he smiles at her, virtually nothing is being said and yet his visage alone tells her so much about how he feels. A sudden warmth rose across her cheeks as she stared back at him, her heart racing at the thought of pulling him into her room and expressing just how much he means to her.

"Partially," he answered, finally breaking the silence. "The ring belonged to my mother."

"Y-your mother!?"

"Yes. I never got the chance to meet her, but according to my father, she was an outstanding woman. I...I know it's been a little over five years, but it feels so recent in my mind. I suppose in many ways that's because it still is." He dipped his head, eyes growing distant as he internally recalled personal memories she could never truly know the weight of.

Her heart lurched at hearing him talk about Jeralt. He hadn't said a word to her or anyone else about him in so long. The last memory she had of the man was the final moments before he was killed. She began to frown as she thought about her involvement. Naturally, she wasn't the hand, but her alliance with those people caused her to feel like the dagger itself.

The wench responsible is exactly where she belongs and I am more than delighted you didn't suffer the same fate. We will crush the rest of them beloved, every single one of them will fall. I can't promise to bring your father back, but I can promise you that. You will never be alone my love, I will never allow you to be.

She squeezed his hand tighter, raising the other to wipe away a stray tear from his cheek. His breath hitched as he inhaled, sounding equally pained when he sharply exhaled. After a brief moment, he finally composed himself before looking down at her with a smile.

"He told me to give this ring to someone I love as much as he loved her. In many ways, it is a promise ring but it's also a declaration of my love...for you."

"Byleth, I never thought..."

"I love you El, and I hope that one day all of Fódlan knows that." He continued to look at her with an intensity she had never seen before. Despite the close vicinity of her fellow Eagle's rooms, she rushed forward, wrapping her arms around him to pull him in for a passionate kiss. Anyone could appear at any moment and catch them in the act, but right now she couldn't care less. The only thing that mattered was demonstrating to him the same love he felt for her. After a few minutes of bliss, the pair pull away from one another, looking into each other's eyes. She smiled at him, a smile not unlike the one she had after he proposed to her.

"They will. As Emperor, I swear that all of them, commoner and noble alike will know of our love."

"Pleasant dreams, El."

"Same to you my love. I'm certain mine will be, because I know you will be occupying every single one of them."

"When did you become such a romantic with words?"

"The day the man who would one day be my husband turned his back on everything he ever knew to walk alongside me. But I will always cherish the moment I was able to hold him in my arms as I heard his heartbeat for the first time."

They kiss one last time before he parts. As she watched him walk out of the corridor, her heart filled with immense gratitude. For the longest time, her days were soured by overbearing clouds that seemed impossible to lift, forcing her to suppress her emotions so that she may face the reality of her path. That was until an incandescent star, in the form of a mercenary landed upon her life, showing her affection and faith once thought to be lost. He was her guiding light, one that would go on shining brightly for her no matter the hardship. Darkened as this path would be, she promised to forever shine just as bright for him.

A/N

End of Chapter!

I appreciate hearing all of your opinions regarding different recruits last chapter. Recruitment seems like one of those things that can become controversial by nature as some people feel that a character is an honorary (Enter House Name Here) while others see them as only a single identity not allowed to exist outside of their default house.

I find that the best way to look at it is through the lens of interpretation. A character in CF is naturally going to be vastly different from how they are in SS, AM or VW. This is in part due to the differing circumstances, stakes, and Lord that they choose to follow. For example, Rhea in Silver Snow is apologetic for her actions regarding Byleth, whereas in Crimson Flower we see what happens when she is ultimately pushed too far.

Speaking of Rhea, I actually like her and Edelgard a lot. Both are extremely goal-oriented women whose personal tragedies end up influencing much of the decisions they make. Despite the former being dead at the end of CF, I still hope to give her some kind of presence in the story along with anyone else who may have "died." That probably won't come into play for a bit though as things are being kept intentionally fluffy at the beginning for a reason.

Whatever transpires, I hope you all enjoyed it and I appreciate the support.