Skippy: Unless I get some incredible amount of reviews for this chapter (5) I think this is it. Thank-you to all my reviewers (and to Womble for a) still being nice to me after I insult him in the headers and b) proof reading and improving my chapter for me). Anyway look out for me doing a variety of FE:7 drabbles soon (ish).

Dirt, Dust and Grime

Thinking back to when they'd first met was amusing for Natasha. Although now, dressed in the regal robes of the King of Jehanna, he looked every bit the monarch he was- back when they'd met he was wearing a dusty jacket that didn't look like it belonged to him. And he smelled. He had after all been living it rough, trying to work out what his people needed. But how far had he come since he was the scruffy mercenary and the only person in the entire army who would listen to her?

Now as he sat on the great throne of Jehanna, he was listening to the people just as he had listened to her.

Thinking back to when they'd first talked properly was amusing for Joshua. She was wearing white. And white got dirty really easy- especially being a cleric. But every time he saw her she was wearing white. While all around her everything was dusty or blood covered or dirt encrusted she was clean. But now she was wearing the dark green robes which were the customary garb for Jehannan Queens.

She was peeking around the corner of the throne room, watching him deal with the problems that had arisen in Jehanna since the Wars of the Stones and he was pretending not to notice her. She always thought she went unnoticed, she felt that she herself was not needed. But what she didn't realise was that many of the soldiers that Joshua had spoken too had tales of being saved by a beautiful white angel. And wearing white that never showed a spec of dirt was always going to make her stand out. And yet here she stood.

His beautiful green angel. Hmm. That didn't have the same ring to it. Maybe he'd find some new clothes.

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