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Family Bonds | Chrom & Emmeryn

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Even though Chrom was only eight years old, he was determined to prove that he was strong enough to be able to protect his sisters. He was able to understand that his parents were gone, but he didn’t know all the details of their death. While he knew that Emmeryn was going to take over all the responsibilities of Exalt, he didn’t truly understand all of the burden that she now had to carry. He was to young to realize that no only was she going to be responsible for their country, but she also was responsible for Lissa and himself as well. To him, he was just her older sister and nothing more.

That night was a cold and dark one, with wind howling outside as thunder crashed and lightning lit up the sky. Chrom had been sleeping soundly for the first part of the night, before a terrible nightmare had startled him awake. Ever since his parents passed, he started having nightmares about their death and how he would never see them again. He sat up in his bed, whimpering, trying to keep his tears at bay. He didn’t want anyone to know that a little nightmare like this had scared him so badly. He wanted to be strong because he felt like he had to be, but in that moment, all he wanted was someone to hold him and tell him it was okay.

A crash of thunder outside made him jump, startling him and scaring him even more then he already was. He felt tears building in his eyes as he stubbornly tried to rub them away to no avail. After another clap of thunder elicited a terrified yell from him, he decided to finally climb out of his bed and go find his sister. He clenched his fists by his sides as he slowly walked down the hall to her room. He slowly opened the door and stood by the doorway, sniffling and refusing to look up over at her. “S-Sis…c-can I come in…?”

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Emmeryn blinked a lot when her door creaked open, sure she’d imagined it. The candles on her desk were burning low, and it was hard to keep herself awake. Still, she turned around and rubbed at one eye. “Chrom?” It was late, wasn’t it?

What was he doing up. (What was she doing up? Silly, she knew the answer. Paperwork and studying for the morning’s meetings. Daddy- Father’s job was a lot harder than she’d ever imagined.)

“Come on in, and close the door behind you?”

She stretched in her chair, yawning big, and then finally got to her feet. “Little Brother,” Emmeryn mumbled fondly, as she reached out a hand for him to take. “Can’t sleep?”

Welcome Home | Chrom & Emmeryn

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A small smile broke out on Chrom’s lips before a soft laugh filled the air. He always found it a little funny how his sister’s words always seemed to contradict her actions. He wore his heart on his sleeve to the point where everyone around him knew how he was feeling about someone or something, but Emmeryn was a little bit of a mystery for him. Sometimes he couldn’t tell how she was feeling, but he couldn’t help but wonder if that was because of everything that she had been through and dealt with.

He didn’t move out of the grasp of her hug, knowing that she had missed him as much as he had missed her. He winced a little at the last thing that she had said, often forgetting about just how much worry he put on his sister when he left without warning. He thought that she would be at ease because Frederick was there with him and he always kept him in line, but he failed to think of how his sister saw it from her perspective.

“I could have always stayed out longer if you were that desperate for a vacation from me.” He teased, “but I think that you would have missed me to much if I was gone any longer. Even if you won’t say it out loud.” He hugged her back a little tighter as well, glad to be home safe and sound, grateful that nothing had happened while he was gone.

“I’m always going to worry about something happening while I’m gone, Emm. I don’t know what I would do if anything were to happen to you or Lissa while I was away. No matter how safe the castle is, I’ll still worry.” He said honestly before flushing slightly and rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you worry, but I do have Frederick with me though. You know he would never let anything happen to me. Besides, it gets boring having to deal with duties all the time so at least having Frederick with me means you know I won’t be having all that much fun.” He said with a joking laugh.

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“Very true, if you’d stayed away much longer, I might have had to ask Phila to send someone to check on you.” She worried, when Chrom went too long without either returning or sending word. Ah, vacations. “Phila’s poor knights, swooping all over the country looking for their wayward prince.” She hummed, and tucked some more of Chrom’s hair behind his ears.

“Phila keeps me safe, Little Brother, so I suppose we are even there. Our knights take good care of us.” Tapped his cheek fondly with a single finger. “Now, have you eaten yet? Come along, we’ll get you settled, and you can tell me everything you’ve seen outside the city.”

A real break from her paperwork! And some time with her brother, not a bad deal at all.

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Yes, she was amazing. Kind, graceful, not even a little bit like her father. Yes, it was good to be recognized.

Asses to kick? That was not a dull roar, was it.

Emmeryn tilted her head and watched him struggle forward. Interesting.

“That is not a dull roar.” She said firmly. If he was so insistent on going, she wasn’t going to force him to stay on the bed rest he so desperately needed.

“It’s fine, I’ll try to keep things in their pants. You won’t be seeing me in shackles ever again. It’s a promise, and as a person of Sacae, I always keep my promises!

And Rutger was out the door and on his way until he suddenly remembered something.

Poking his head back into the doorway, Rutger asked,

“You guys got Denny’s here right? Wait, what am I saying, of course you guys do.”

And this time, Rutger was finally gone, only to be seen in a parking lot of a family restaurant going toe to toe with a giant rabbit.

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“You’re amazing,” said Rutger plainly.

“Ylisse huh, where have I heard that name from? Anyways, I’ll try to keep things under control.”

Before Rutger could say anymore, he noticed a letter with his name on it next to his bed. The logical thing to do was tear it open and read the contents.

“I hope you had a happy birthday champ! Love, Yarne, Dieck, and Niles…?”

Suddenly, Rutger remembered what month it was, and also he remembered how he had learned of Ylisse.

“Alright, I lied. I have some asses to go kick.”

Rutger pulled himself out of bed and stumbled around until he fell to the floor again. Determined to punish those that had sent them to their adventure, Rutger pulled himself up and continued to loaf forward.

Yes, she was amazing. Kind, graceful, not even a little bit like her father. Yes, it was good to be recognized.

Asses to kick? That was not a dull roar, was it.

Emmeryn tilted her head and watched him struggle forward. Interesting.

“That is not a dull roar.” She said firmly. If he was so insistent on going, she wasn’t going to force him to stay on the bed rest he so desperately needed.

Hello, little brother!

Chrom was overjoyed to see his dear sister again, especially since he had been away on a Shepherds trip for a couple of weeks. He thought that the expedition was going to be a short one, but a lot more of the villagers then he had anticipated had needed help. He wasn’t one to leave others without help just because he had wanted to return back home. He smiled over at his sister, slowly bridging the gap between the two of them and embarrassing her in a tight hug. “Hi, Emm. How have you been? Did anything happen while I was away?”

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Chrom instantly felt relieved when Emmeryn said that everything had been fine when he was away. Whenever he wasn’t at home and his sisters weren’t traveling with him, he couldn’t help but to worry. He knew that there were plenty of guards at their home to be able to protect them in case something were to happen, but that often did very little to ease his worry. He always prided himself on being able to protect them and would go to immeasurable lengths to ensure their safety.

He laughed when she started fussing with his hair, playfully trying to swat her hand away from him even though he wasn’t really trying. He had missed being home and knew that his sister had missed him as well, even if she didn’t say it outright. “I’m sure that all that quite that you got to enjoy was awfully boring. I’m glad that nothing happened while I was gone. I always worry about you and Lissa when I’m gone. I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to either of you.” He said softly.

“Oh yes, terribly boring.” Easy to agree to. “No little brothers to pester, and Lissa meeting with Maribelle. Really, it was nearly a vacation. Did you have to come back so soon?” And yet she didn’t break the hug, and instead tightened her grip.

“Nothing will happen to us,” she promised. “I’m not going anywhere, and we’re all safe. You’re the one who leaves, with only Frederick to take care of you.” A sister worries.

Hello, little brother!

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“It was all quiet, while you were gone.” Emmeryn smiled softly, heart overfull. “I’ll miss it.” She wouldn’t. The hug was tight enough to ache, but she couldn’t care less. With one hand she reaches up to finger comb his hair, fussing with him in the way she showed affection.

“All quiet.”

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“Does it look like a prison…? Well, it might be one of the nicest looking prisons I have ever seen?”

Then Rutger realized that this place looked way too snazzy to be a prison. The next thing he realized was that he was no longer cuffed, shackled, or in any form of restraint.

“Wait, we are scot-free? No consequences? What? But that never happens. This must be a dream right?”

Rutger took his right arm and slapped himself across the face.

“Alright, this is not a dream. But then… You… You must have somehow gotten everything cleared using your powers of royalty…?”

“Something like that.” Her powers of royalty? Well, yes. She had a lot of power behind her words, and sometimes that power needed to be flexed. And when you said ‘The man, the bear, and the wyvern are all to be cared for as though my personal guests,’ it was pretty easy to enforce that.

You know, if you didn’t mind throwing about the weight of you position.

Which she obviously didn’t mind doing.

“So yes, you are indeed ‘scot-free.’“ A pause. “Though, if you intend to spend too much more time in Ylisse, I will ask that you attempt to keep the chaos to a dull roar. It is rather hard on the knights’ nerves.”

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“Huh. Ylisse. Sounds familiar. Your knights. You own knights. Kidnapping. I kidnapped you. Wait. You are royalty. I kidnapped royalty. Again. Wait that does not sound right. Forget the that again part. I kidnapped you, who are royalty. So there should be a bounty on my head. No, there should be an even bigger bounty on my head than there was before. But then why would I want to kidnap you in the first place?! Ahh well, the important thing is that those two and you are not dead.”

And then it finally all came to Rutger as he pounded his fist onto his open palm.

“Aha! I got it now! This is a prison! My execution should be drawing near right? Hah. Sorry about this whole fiasco. If I could tell you how this started I would, but it hasn’t come back to me yet. Maybe it will when my head is on the chopping block. Anyways, it’s been fun I guess!”

Rather deadpan, Emmeryn asked, “Does it look like a prison?” It shouldn’t, given that it was a comfortable room in a building of comfortable rooms. Should she tell him there would be no executions? No trials, no prison. No, she should let him figure it out on his own.

If he enjoyed jumping to conclusions so much, then he could figure out his fate for himself.

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Like most of Rutger’s sleeps, this one was not a pleasant one. The one he had right before this from the night filled with dissipation was actually a decent rest, so two nights of comfort in a row was asking for too much.

“Ka….. me….. ha….. me…. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,” yelled Rutger, opening his eyes and shooting both of his hands into the air. And then reality hit him.

“Wait, what.”

Rutger stared at his hands which did not have chains on them. Then he clutched his chest which was wrapped in bandages. Then he looked at Emmeryn, who was there the whole time and had seen everything.

“Emmeryn! You’re alive! I’m alive! Holy shit! What happened? The wyvern, the bear, the knights, shouldn’t we be dead?”

Rutger’s actions startled her, and her hands reflexively found themselves in front of her like she might cover her face, or cast a spell. Still, she was glad to see him conscious again, even if she was suddenly reconsidering her position on whether she preferred him asleep or awake. “Yes, we are both alive.

“And the wyvern, and the bear, though ensuring their welfare took a bit more diplomacy than I am used to requiring.” In, specifically, her interactions with her knights. “Welcome to Ylisse,” She said gently, “I do apologize for my knights’ behaviors. I has been a trying time for them, as well as for us.

“Kidnappings make them nervous,” she says.

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“Aye, It appears to me, milady Emmeryn, that if they look for us out here, then the best plan of action would be to move somewhere else. What say you?”

Say’ri tapped her forehead to Emmeryn’s, once again gathering up the trailing ends of Emmeryn’s robes to lift her from the seat. Though swiftness was of the essence, Say’ri was as gentle as she could.

Even though Say’ri had thought so before, she never ceased to marvel at how such a woman of strength was so featherlight. She took off at a slow pace at first, mindful of the noise of her shoes upon the path. eventually finding the corner at which they had first leapt to freedom through an opened window.

A guard was posted there, inspecting the footprints like a blunder-fingered member of the city watch. Say’ri chuckled, quietly.

“Milady, how do you suggest I be rid of him?” she asked, “For I might throw stones o’er him to distract him up the garden path, but I fear his ears are blocked so that his eyes might see.”

Emmeryn had blinked, startled a bit and momentarily by Say’ri tapping her forehead to Emmeryn’s own, but then she’d smiled. While Say’ri wondered at how light Emmeryn was, Emmeryn wondered herself at the ease with which Say’ri maneuvered with such a burden in her arms.

She watched the way the guardsman inspected the footprints of their first escape, and considered. “Do you know how to throw your voice?” She whispered, tilting her head up to bring her lips closer to Say’ri’s ear. It was a sincere question, as Emmeryn had once learned it as a terrible child, before her childhood had been taken from her, in a time where imitation magic was as exciting as the real thing that she could call to her fingers.

“I knew the trick of it once, but long years have passed since then.” Perhaps she should have said nothing.

It lacked a certain thrill, somehow, but perhaps throwing stones to draw his attention and then to make noise away from them to draw him off would be the best plan.

Still, their escape and their adventure had brought a bit of recklessness to her heart, so Emmeryn leaned close enough for her lips to brush skin, and she professed, “I would defer to your judgement, adventures were never my realm of expertise.”

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Julius snorted, but the fear started to lose its hold on him again. If Emmeryn had been sent on some mission on behalf of Nordion, she certainly wouldn’t have been so surprised by Ares’ status.

“Yes, king,” he affirmed, wrinkling his nose and almost snarling the word. His shoulders dropped a little as the tension faded, but he regarded Emmeryn warily, maintaining the distance that had come between them when he stopped.

“As I told you, they want me dead here.” An idea flashed in his eyes, abating his sulky expression. “Ares is no exception. Whether you know him by knight or king does not matter. The important thing is that so ‘honorable’ a man would hunt a child.“ Emmeryn seemed receptive to the plight of children, and the story of her nephew fell by the wayside - if his sword was unremarkable, then he was not Ares, and therefore not a threat. Julius fixed her with a searching look, and the intensity of his earlier fury ceded to a softness that appeared truer to his age.

“You’re not well-acquainted, I take it.”

“No,” Emmeryn said slowly, “We are not.” She found herself in the unenviable position of incorporating unpleasant knowledge into her previous understanding of acquaintances. “He informed me of the difference between his sword and Owain’s, but not before I mistook him for my nephew.

“The coloring of our families appears to be quite similar, excluding a few exceptionalities.”

With her lips pursed, Emmeryn considered that. “Well, he shall not find opportunity to hunt you, then.” As if that would be the end of it.

disgracedvessel

Animal [open]

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Ylisse. He hadn’t heard of it, but the relief that followed was short-lived. His pace slowed and he frowned again. Her pronunciation was off, but… he was certain of it. There were few other blond swordsmen toting legendary blades.

“You mean Mystletainn?” He stopped completely and pointed an accusing finger. “Are you in alliance with that rotten king of Nordion, Ares? He’s sent you to capture me, hasn’t he?”

But why would she tell him if she had? The question was faint at the back of his mind, but loud enough to keep his feet planted for answers. Nevertheless, he flashed his tome to remind her that he was still armed, and the crazed, wide-eyed look had entered his eyes again. Like an animal ready to bite or dart away at any unexpected movement.

“Ares is a king?” Emmeryn blurted first. She stopped cold in her tracks, a little surprised. A knight, certainly, but...A king?

“No, not Mystletainn,” Emmeryn corrected, “Missiletainn. My sister told me of my nephew’s special sword, but it is not...that special. I imagine my nephew will be crushed, when he is told.”

Still, she paused. “King, are you sure?” Jugdral was so confusing.

“Wait, capture you?”

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