The expedition had been planned some time in advance; and, quite conveniently, it had positioned itself to be not too long after the arrival of the Silver Knight (and, as Valter had been able to observe, the princess of Renais with him). He would call their co-appearance a coincidence, but he was smarter than that—Seth had said it himself. No wonder Ephraim asked him here.
—which, well! That had been quite the fact to discover! Ephraim had wandered his way to Garreg Mach, and, so it seemed, his dear sister had sought to take after him—with, of course, none other than one of her greatest knights. It leaves the Moonstone to wonder who remained in Renais to take charge in their stead, but that was a question infinitely less interesting than the resulting situation:
Eirika was here; and she’d brought along a friend.
A friend who, by all means, didn’t really interest him in the slightest; but the man had taken his spear to the shoulder and yet remained standing—even to war’s end and after!—and that alone was moderately impressive. Silver Knight was still uninteresting; but he could’ve been far more boring.
Regardless: Eirika was on the premises, and that opened up a whole plethora of opportunities to be a proper thorn in his free time. (The only issue was that he could not be too overt; his position lay in his ‘good’ nature, and too strong of an evidence against him could override the value of his strength.) He needed to be smart about how he chose to proceed.
So, Valter had examined the circumstances, and, well aware of the volatility of Fódlan’s nature, chose to bide his time until the monastery had emptied itself; so came the expedition, taking with it many of the establishment’s finest knights, professors, and clergyfolk—or, simply put, most of the people who might make a fuss of his approaching the princess. It was as good a cover as any, letting him roam ghosted halls without the otherwise ever-present eyes; and allowing him to approach the Knight off-guard, the princess at his side in company.
“ But would I ever have any purpose to lie? ”
In response to his civil duty—because, in technicality, that was the truth. (He was a knight of Seiros, and he had taken upon himself all the roles and responsibilities of the office—including its oath to the people.) Lips twist upwards into a smile: “ Honestly, I’m hurt, but since I’m so kind—you were just looking for me, yes? ”
A grand bow is thus taken—appreciation for an applause that he knew he would never receive—and at the trough, head tilts upwards to look the two straight ahead:
“ Here I am. ” The one and only; in the flesh.
(He would choose, also, to tuck away the moniker of ‘husband’—a mockery to be made some other time, Moonstone thinks.)
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