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The dawning of the bell rang loudly throughout the city, which meant it was noon, and that meant she was almost late. Boots clacking against the tiled floor echoed across the hallways as the young girl was trying to make her way through quickly. There was no time to be wasted, lest she get another earful again from her superior. It was already bad enough she was sweating through all the garments currently on her body, there was no need for another headache.

Wasn’t she supposed to be a warrior instead of some errand boy?

Right boy…she was currently pretending to be a boy.

Byleth Eisner had to pretend to be another person entirely unless she would be forever demoted into position less enjoyable. From a young age she refused to take part in dresses, ball rooms, parties, courtship, no instead she would take up a sword and practice with her father. The captain of the guards was of course ever so happy to have a child that would take up on the same habits as him. Minus the fishing and the drinking of course.

The only thing was…

It was unfortunately frowned upon for women to be apart of the guard, frowned upon for women to take up a sword, frowned upon if women were not playing their role, society damning them all to be on the sidelines, and that was something both she and her father disagreed with. Byleth wanted something more with her life, a life that actually had meaning, not one where she had to pretend to fawn over some old geezer that would try and pretend to be her husband. Just the thought of it was enough to make her retch.

No, Byleth would quickly assume the identity of a boy. Jeralt Eisner had no daughter, but a son, a son who was good with a blade just like him. A son who gained the title of Ashen Demon of how he quickly destroyed troops and set them ablaze with his mighty powers. How he was the reason why the war was won through strategic planning and attacks no one ever dared think of. Enough to make Rhea, the ruler of this kingdom notice, and now had the ever watchful eye of the church upon him. Something his father was not keen about and Byleth had noticed the tension a lot these days between him and the church. Something was going amiss but there were no answers…for now.

Instead, thankfully, they were in a moment of peace. There was no more war battles to participate in, there were no more treaty discussions to go through, there was just only negotiations that kept piling up on everyone’s desk. Yet somehow today since Hanneman saw that Byleth had nothing to do with her time besides training in the courtyard, she gets to be an errand boy today. His exact words.

Of course there were no grumbles in protest, she would only take the documents from his hands without any words really. Only a nod, a simple question of where to, and that was it. Hanneman wasn’t the worst kind of company to have around, but he really did pry too much into her life. Being the only mysterious ‘son’ of Jeralt caught his attention as the captain made sure for the longest time no one knew of Byleth’s existence. Jeralt made sure that no one would know of her existence until she was an adult at least, and under the guise of a boy. He would make sure no one would take her away from him, and that no one would ever get too close.

It was a bit annoying, but she understood why.

Arriving at a pair of large doors she halted in her steps, raising her hand, and proceeded to knock softly with a gloved hand. There was a moment of silence before some muffled words sounding like ‘come in’ were spoken, and with that Byleth pushed the doors open and closed them behind her.

At the desk before her was a man with bright green emerald hair, the one whom she became acquainted with rather quickly with the amount of documents she was rushing back and forth lately. One would think she had become a scribe at this rate, that just wouldn’t do.

Seteth, however, did not care much, the amount of ungodly paper work that laid all over his desk was enough to keep his attention. He didn’t so much bother giving her a glance as he raised his hand ready to accept more papers as his other hand busied itself scribbling with a quill. “What is it now?” His voice was stern, but it was obvious he was tired of the annoyances that kept coming. There was a feeling of pity in her chest as she gave him some more papers to look through, a desk job was never easy. “More negotiations from the Empire Ser.”

That was enough for him to set down his quill and let out an exasperated sigh. “More?” There was nothing she could really give in response besides a mere nod to him. Silence lacing the air heavily before he finally leaned back in his chair looking at the papers. “This is starting to become quite troublesome…” Seteth was not one to grumble a whole lot unless it involved his beloved sister and any who would try to court her, so it was obvious he was in a mood. A mood Byleth knew could be directed at her if she did not get to leave soon. All she could do was stand at attention and wait for a dismissal though, something that Seteth had to learn was the only way to get rid of her.

His only complaint for her something of being too much of a stern soldier when he found out.

“That will be all then. Be on your way.” He would speak as he began to wave her off, but his hand would move to a halt as soon as the doors burst open. Another bob of bring emerald green hair coming through with much excitement. “Brother! Brother!”

“Flayn – how many times have I told you to not just barge in here?”

“Yes – Terribly sorry – but brother! There is to be a party to be held and I wish to attend!”

Byleth easily recognized that look on Seteth’s face, how his brows furrowed, how the corner of his mouth twitched trying to not scowl. Anything for his beloved sister. “Flayn we have spoken about this –”

“And all will be fine brother! Come with me! You can attend the party with me and keep an ever watchful eye on me! Please, oh please, I do wish to go!”

Another moment of silence, something that Byleth got accustomed to the more she had to visit Seteth, it was usually a moment of thinking. His facial expression not changing very much but keeping a rather cool poker face as he thought. Gears kept turning in his head as if he was going over every small significant detail of what this party could entail.

Seeing that her brother had yet to judge, Byleth noticed she cast a look toward her way, to her brother, and then suddenly her arm was linked with Byleth’s. “What if Ser Eisner escorted me?!” That was enough to make her brother sputter along with Byleth. Something incredibly unexpected and out of the blue, no she had done well to make sure she avoided any and all parties. It was always noticed that Byleth never attended social gatherings, there were many complaints, but everyone soon gave up trying to convince her to go. What in the name of the Goddess was happening to her perfect plans?

“Flayn – think about what you just asked. You’re asking a solider to escort you to a party.”

“Oho, but not just any solider my dear brother!” That sounded rather devious. “It is the one and only Ashen Demon that basically no one has laid eyes upon besides on the battlefield. Never had a chance to meet face to face with. Never a chance to socialize and boost their own social standing. And a perfect bodyguard for someone such as I to make sure no harm will come to me. Why – just one look from his face all would run away in fear!”

“That is true….you have yet to attend any gatherings have you Eisner?”

Damn.

“No Ser…I don’t attend parties.” Words were chosen carefully for this situation, there was no want to offend, but there was a huge want to get the hell out of here. “I enjoy my own company.”

“A feeling most shared,” Seteth began drumming his fingers upon his desk while deep in thought. There was the desire to help fulfill his sister’s dear wish. A social butterfly unlike himself, Seteth kept to himself just as much Byleth did. His eyes glanced at her for a brief moment before looking at his sister before giving out a defeated sigh.

“Fine. Eisner, you will escort Flayn to this ‘party’. You are to stand by her at all times, and I will be there as well to keep an eye on things.”

A delighted squeal came out of Flayn, her bouncing ruffled up the sleeve she clung to on Byleth, clearly overjoyed with her brother. “Oh thank you brother! Thank you! Oh and thank you Ser Eisner! Oh I do hope we’ll have fun together!”

Yet no one had bothered to ask Byleth for her opinion at all. No, she was just ordered to go as if she didn’t have an opinion to give. A good soldier though just bit their tongue and nodded a long, no matter how much they dreaded the upcoming events that awaited them.

“I must go pick out a dress! Brother! I will be taking your purse!”

With that, she flew out the doors along with Seteth’s coin purse which made him sigh yet again. Byleth could only imagine the damage that was about to be made to the poor man’s hard-earned money. Many times she had tried to purchase a dress for herself, but was unable to bring herself to do it. It was easier to buy trousers and a shirt for a lower price that was nice fitting and was comfortable. Those godawful dresses meanwhile crushed your ribcage, didn’t allow you to breathe, and made movement nearly impossible. How this young girl was so excited to wear them baffled Byleth and unable to comprehend why she would be so ecstatic to wear one.

“I assume you too will need to get fitted for a suit. Be off Eisner, I will see you the day after the morrow.”

The wave of dismal was made, a curt bow was made, and Byleth turned on her heel and walked out closing the doors gently behind her. The look of annoyance laced heavily on her features, a scowl even, being forced into this predicament.

“Great…” A sigh came from her lips as once again boots echoed through the hallways with her feet carrying her to her father’s office.

Jeralt was no less busy than Seteth, commands and strategies being planned, orders being barked, Alois being nothing but a pain to him while he tried to work. Alois always rambled on consistently, taking no breaks to breathe sometimes it felt like, and Jeralt had gotten to the point it was like white noise behind him. The ‘uh-huhs’ were barely audible but were enough to make Alois continue whatever conversation he thought he was holding with the older man.

As soon as Byleth stepped forward through the door though, Jeralt’s eyes peered up looking almost thankful someone else had come in. Someone to save him. “Byleth!” Jeralt stood up almost immediately as did Alois with excitement on his face. “Oh young lad! You came just in time, I was just explaining to Jeralt –”

“Not now Alois, I’m sure Byleth came in here with something important to discuss.”

“Oh right. I suppose I should get back to speaking with Hanneman. I will return later then! Good day to you both!”

As soon as Alois left the office room, Jeralt slumped back into his chair letting out a long exceedingly tired sigh as his large hand ran down his face. “Thank the Goddess…I thought I was about to go insane.”

Almost, just almost, did Byleth laugh at her father in his own peril. “You saved me, I suppose I should thank you kid.” Just wait old man, you wont thank me for long.

“Well, what is it? I assume something came up?”

“Yeah…” There was a pause as Byleth could only sigh at her own misfortune, much like her father. “I need…a suit….”

“A suit?” The words came out slowly from Jeralt, obviously very confused by this request. To which Byelth then began to explain to him. By the end of her explanation, a roar of laughter barreled out of his mouth. His hearty laughter filling up the whole room, an annoyed frustrated look given by his daughter, but he continued to laugh harder seeing her face. “S-Seriously?! You’re finally going to a party huh?”

“Not by my own will might I remind you.”

“Sure – haha – yeah, well I suppose then we’ll have to get you some nice clothes. Don’t worry, we’ll visit the same tailor guy I know who’ll fix you up with something. Man, that was a good laugh I needed, thanks kid.”

Jeralt continued to laugh at the misery that Byleth continued to suffer in with nothing but silence. Yet the expression on her face refused to change from something of annoyance to more pleasant. However – it was good to hear that a suit would be easy enough to obtain.

“I’m guessing this is probably the same party we’re having to station guards at. So, I guess it’ll be a good thing you’re going anyway.”

“What for?”

“This party is being held by Ser Claude von Riegan, you’ll know of him from the Alliance. It’s his way of…I guess expressing some thanks to the church in helping with the treaty and negotiations with the Empire. He wants everybody to come and celebrate, have a good time, but we of course cannot exactly relax and party.”

“Are we to expect some sort of threat?”

“Not in particular, but it never hurts to be careful y’know? With the Empire still angry and hot on everyone’s heels, it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

Something that you knew all too well with the many papers that kept going back and forth between everyone. “Well it’s like what – a little past noon? In a few hours I’ll go with ya and we’ll get a suit ready.”

“Alright…see you later.”

“See ya kid.”

With that Byleth was once again alone in the hallways besides some maids hurrying back and forth between their duties. Echoes of footsteps barely made audible between them as they were far too busy trying to meet everyone’s needs or clean.

A groan could only come forth from her lips, there had been some sort of hope her father would have some sort of loop hole for her. Anything really. Flayn was a sweet kind young lady at least, so there would be no issue in escorting her. It was her father that Byleth had her concerns about, he had a rather keen eye, and he was always watching. His gaze would be especially fixated upon her in this upcoming party tomorrow, which meant you had to be more on your guard.

Not only was she protecting someone precious, but her secret needed to continue to be held. The tailor was a good guy, always helped with hiding her breasts from view in any outfit he made for her. Making her look flat as a board which she knew was hard since she was rather endowed in the chest region. How he worked that kind of magic she’d never know, but she wasn’t going to question it, since he always made her look like a man at the end of the day.

Meanwhile, Byleth occupied herself in the courtyard yet again keeping her skills sharp and on point. Helping others where their skills may be lacking, being challenged to yet another duel by Felix, another annoyance you had to be careful of. Felix had the tendency to follow Byleth to learn how she moved so that he may best her finally in a sword match. Ever since the church took in the kingdom of Faerghus to help win against the Empire, Felix had taken a large interest in her. If anyone was on the top of her list of concerns in finding out about her secret, it would be him.

Still though, at least he was a good training partner.

The hours clocked away, the sun was starting to edge toward the corners of the sky, signifying it was time to meet with her father. Stepping out of the large cathedral castle, there was Jeralt on the steps waiting for Byleth.

“There you are, lets go get you fixed up!”

“Sure.”

The roads were bustling with loud noises, carriages, and other activities. Girls squealing the moment Byleth walked by squeals only getting louder when she so much spared a glance at them. To which Jeralt would relentlessly tease her about something on the lines of getting a large fanbase. Trying to wed her off to one of the girls, to which would only make her sputter in protest. The idea of marrying her off was almost offensive to her and he knew that very well. Which made teasing all much easier for him.

“Just a suit fitting, she needs something for a party. Can you believe it?”

She groaned, face buried in her hands while her dad conversed with the tailor. Honestly, was he trying to ruin her?

“Don’t worry Byleth, I’ll take good care of you.”

“Thanks Ignatz…”

He was quick to start the measuring process, finding out what colors would be best suited for her, what kind of style would be suited for her, and how could her chest be covered most importantly. Thankfully a suit didn’t need to be so tight fitting, honestly since she was a soldier the suit could be designed for a soldier. This made things all the more easier in Ignatz’s design for Byleth and how he would make her look spectacular as he would say.

“I’ll have this ready by morning for you Byleth! And…are you sure you don’t need anything Master Jeralt?”

“Who? Me? I get to be the lucky one in a uniform standing guard. I get to just watch and laugh,” oh how that made her blood boil. It was unfair that he got to stand guard like a normal person, why did she have to be a party guest? “You’re enjoying this too much.”

“And I’m going to enjoy it til I’ve had my fill.”

Great.

~

The day went, and the next day came.

As Ignatz said, the suit was ready by morning and was delivered to your estate rather than having you go all the way there. Giving her thanks to the carrier, Byleth marched her way up the long stairs to the second floor to go try on her new outfit. At least now she could say she has something for formal affairs, and she probably wouldn’t try to commission any others. The soldier’s wardrobe was pretty bare not filled with many articles of clothing.

There were maybe a couple dresses just for when she went out as herself and had to be decent in public. Other than that, there were only trousers and long sleeved linen shirts that would rest at the bottom of the wardrobe with her boots. Then there was of course the male attire that consumed most of the closet as she had to make sure there was enough to be out and about in. Didn’t need anymore prying than there already was.

Her current attire was shed, now gracing the floor in a pile as she began to dress herself in her new suit. Black pants, with a black shirt with a vest lined with a cream colored white. Not too bright, but still accented the black well with the golden chain stretching across her chest and the golden-brown belt that came with it. Her coat to go with it would be long and embroidered with a golden design. Simple, but also fancy, she liked it.

Taking her hair out of it’s ponytail, she would begin to start the work of hiding her long hair to give the appearance of a shorter hair. Thankfully she never wanted long hair, so it was just shoulder length and easy to scrunch up. Then her makeup to help give her facial features a more chiseled look, more masculine, rather than a feminine appearance.

After doing the final touches, she whirled around to look into the body length mirror in her room, looking for any signs of her attire that may be off. Any signs to signify she was hiding something, but it all looked well tucked in and perfect.

“Well…that’s as good as it’s gonna get.”

With a few grunts, clearing the throat, Byleth would also practice her tone of voice being a bit lower than usual. Her voice thankfully wasn’t high pitched like most girls, making it all the more easier. Plus she hardly ever talked, made it easier to hide her voice. There was a small inkling in the back of her mind though she may have to converse more than usual tonight so it would be better to be safe than sorry later. Given the fact the Ashen Demon never ever attended parties, she would gain more attention than she’d like. This had to be perfect, the image could not falter, and there was no room for mistakes. If there was a mistake…then it was the end for her.

“Right…”

One more final look, and she whirled around to exit out of her room.

“Let it begin.”

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The tugging at her arm never ceased, nor did the constant chatter right beside her ear, and neither did the dragging around the whole floor stop. Flayn was a major social butterfly, there was never a moment’s hesitation if she spotted someone new to talk with. There was never any hesitation either to join in on any dances that began. Then the insistent staring of her brother never ceased as well that Byleth swears made sweat trickle down her neck. This was coming from someone who had nerves of steel, the aura coming from that man was immense. Byleth believed that she probably didn’t even need to be at Flayn’s side at all with the aura that man was emitting. It was probably enough to scare all suitors away, all possible friendships away, just anyone with any kind of sense in their brain would be frightened off.

There was times where Byleth had to give a sharp look to some gazes going toward Flayn. Particularly the older gentlemen in party whenever they saw the young beauty. This kept adding to the lists of reasons why Byleth never once stepped foot in these gatherings. Rumors were also quickly spreading that the Ashen Demon was escorting a date tonight. How the Ashen Demon finally decided to show his face in public to only have a would be bride on his side. It started to gnaw at her nerves, irritation bubbling in the pits of her stomach, yet she had to keep her hard stoic face to show no reaction.

“Flayn! Oh Miss Flayn!”

Frantic waves were made toward their direction and Byleth’s eyes ventured forward to get a good look at the two girls who began waving. “Oh! It is my friends! Ser Eisner, let us go greet them!” The tugging continued as Flayn dragged Byleth toward the pair of girls who were ecstatic to see the young girl. “Flayn! We’re so happy you were able to come! We thought your brother would never let you attend one of these parties!”

“It’s all thanks to Ser Eisner here!”

The two girls stared in awe at introduction, Byleth’s eyes never giving off any kind of emotion at all while she stared at them. Observing them. Trying to deduct if this is what Seteth would approve lest her head be put on a platter for letting his sister converse with someone he didn’t approve. “Ser Eisner, this is Lady Dorothea Arnault and Lady Hilda Valentine Goneril.”

A curt bow would be made and then two young girls would offer a courtesy in return. “Ser Eisner, is it true you never show yourself at parties? Are you some sort of recluse?”

“H-Hilda -- !” Flayn obviously embarrassed now from the purse shock of Hilda’s question. The corners of Byleth’s mouth almost twitched into a smirk as a retort. It was honestly kind of funny how true it was, that would be the perfect word to describe herself. With how her and her father’s estate was far away from peering eyes, how if allowed, Byleth stayed in that estate all day away from any social activity. She supposed one could call her a recluse.

“It’s fine Lady Flayn. Yes. This is my first party I have attended, I am only here to accompany Lady Flayn though to make sure she is safe under direct orders.” The awes that ensued from the girls as they looked at Byleth with almost a sparkle in their eyes. Was that a tint of jealousy from them? “I wish I had a handsome man to hold onto – Gosh Flayn, I’m so jealous.” Dorothea sighed willfully as her face leaned into her hand. “What I wouldn’t do for a handsome fellow…”

“Have there been no suitors for you Lady Dorothea? There are so many to choose from is there not?”

“These sack of lugs? Ugh…I mean look at them.”

Byleth was curious, so she did cast a gaze to the side as Flayn turned her head to look at the slim pickings in the room. There were quite a few people Byleth had recognized almost immediately, fellow soldiers you battled with against the Empire. There was of course Sylvain and Lorenz making their rounds of flirting with all the young girls, nothing too surprising there. Then of course the old geezers sipping their whiskey glasses looking at some girls as if they were prizes to be won.

Yes…Byleth was wise in making her choice early in life to not deal with this crap.

“What of the Prince? Oh – Oh, and then there’s always Mister hot stuff Claude himself,” Hilda wiggled her fingers in the direction of the two esteemed leaders at the head of the room. Prince Dimitri standing proud and tall, his eyepatch surprisingly matching well with his lengthy shaggy hair. Then of course Claude looking handsome as ever in his golden garbs being a bit more talkative than his friend. The two were handsome indeed, but two high head figures such as they? A fleeting dream for many.

“I was actually hoping to see Ser Felix!” Suddenly the two girls stared at the young girl as if she spouted a second head. “Felix?!” Byleth was surprised too if she were to be honest. Out of all men in the world, she wanted to see that insane fighting obsessed man? She was truly mad if she thought she could be friends with that lunatic. “Ser Felix is certainly not that bad do you all think? Ser Eisner, what of you, you have fought side by side with him. What do you think?”

Byleth awkwardly cleared her throat, not wanting to crush her opinion of the man, but also…Felix was certainly Felix. “He is…something alright.”

“See! Even he thinks Felix is crazy!”

Thus began all the giggles and shouts from the trio as Byelth just stood there arm linked with Flayn’s. Boredom kept tugging at the warrior’s thoughts as Byleth wanted nothing to do with this. The stares that kept being tossed her way would only make her uneasy. There was too much attention on her since afterall this was her first appearance, this means there would be more pressure social wise now on her plate. It was going to be expected now that she would show up to more these parties or balls…great.

“Ser Eisner?” Eyes quickly looked at the young girl, her head tilting to the side as if to urge her to continue in her question. “May we go to the refreshments? I am feeling a bit peckish…”

It was easy to guide Flayn to the refreshment table, as all who saw Byleth immediately moved out of the way. The gaze that she held was fierce enough to make any army bow down at this moment, perhaps her irritability was making it so. The garbs that she donned helped in the aesthetic of a hardened demon too, Flayn had used the term ‘positively handsome’ instead when first seeing her. Not quite the look she was going for.

The young girl started partaking in the refreshments almost immediately along with the little snacks along the table. All Byleth could do was watch in some sort of amusement especially when Flayn saw the assortments of meat spread across the table. She did make a cute little sister didn’t she?

“You are doing well Eisner.”

It was almost startling how she couldn’t sense his presence approaching her at first, the aura of death had faded away. “Thank you Sir.” Nothing like your superior breathing down your neck still as you babysat his sister. “Perhaps an award should be given to you with all your hard efforts. I know Flayn can be…very excited sometimes.” The only thing she could do was nod along while her eyes were still trained on Flayn’s movements around the tables. Still she would be finding people to converse with, more girls that Byleth assumed to be friends of her’s. Excited wasn’t even the word to describe her enthusiasm.

“That would be most kind of you Sir.”

The conversation would be concluded then as Seteth grabbed his own drink and went back to the sidelines. He too would not bother conversing with anyone around him, staying away from all peering eyes of women who would seek out to court him as well. Thankfully Byleth didn’t have to worry about any girl coming up to her seeking attention, with Flayn on her arm, it seemed to make most of them stay away. Perhaps the rumors were working in some sort of favor afterall if it meant people kept their distance away from the two of them. No sleezy old men tried approaching Flayn and nor did the notorious flirts. They did know better though than to push buttons that were not meant to be pushed, they have afterall been succumbed to the dreadful wrath of training Byleth made them undergo once. There was a lot of pleading, crying, and screams during that whole ordeal.

What babies.

It would be curious though how Seteth refused to acknowledge any possible touches from the women around him. Someone about his age should already be looking to court and be wedded to. Then again, she had heard a rumor he was wedded once upon a time. The story was he was now a widow and refused to acknowledge any other women. Admirable honestly.

If the story was true, Byleth wondered when and how did she pass away. Was it from illness? The war? There was many questions that probably would go unanswered as he was never friendly with others and didn’t engage in much conversation. During her times of running back and forth there was hardly ever any time a conversation was held. Just perhaps a few grumbles here and there, waving her away, and the typical orders that a soldier would get. Seteth was a mystery but was a highly respected saint here in the kingdom of the church.

“Ser Eisner…?”

Then there was his sister looking up at Byleth with curiosity laced in her features as if she was trying to figure her out. “Is something the matter?” She shook her head, and merely just offered her arm to the young girl again. “Ehehe thank you!” Then Flayn happily linked her arm together with Byleth’s as once again the pair walked around the party conversing with others. Many of her friends stared in awe at the Ashen Demon excited to finally be in his presence. Quite a few tried to flirt as well, but Byleth would pretend she didn’t hear any flirtatious comments toward her direction and simply let Flayn do all the talking. What didn’t help either was many men on the social ladder tried to converse with Byleth as well. It was hard to shrug them off as the most important priority was keeping Flayn away from them and not let them try to touch her either.

If Byleth was feeling anything, it would be exhaustion.

The violins in the background began to change their tune, the flutes following along, and other instruments that played as well. The twinkle in Flayn’s eyes sparkled more as she seemed almost giddy over it. Quickly she would spin her body to face Byleth’s with excitement in her eyes, immediately Byleth knew what that meant.

“Ser Eisner, would you do me the honor of having my first dance of the night?”

There was some hesitancy in accepting this as Byleth knew if she did, that meant other girls would want to dance. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know how to lead, Jeralt had fortunately taught her the steps before this party started. It was easy to remember, but still bodies being pressed close together as they danced? She’d have to make sure that no one even dared.

Nodding her head though a bit reluctantly, Byleth took her hand and the pair joined the others who started dancing as well. The twirls of colors from dresses and suits filled the area creating a beautiful sight. Flayn in her yellow dress complimented her wonderfully, it was obnoxious and bright, it was the perfect soft pastel color that matched her hair. Yet it clashed with the deep black suit that Byleth adorned but thankfully the golden patterns and accessories made it not quite as dark looking. It did make Byleth feel as if the two were exact opposites though.

“This is so much fun Ser Eisner, thank you so much for escorting me to the party! I know you have been most uncomfortable, but I appreciate your kindness so much.”

The rare ghost of a smile formed with Byleth’s lips as it was hard to not find Flayn’s kindness cute. It could be seen why Seteth was so overprotective, Flayn’s innocence and kindness knew new bounds. Something that could easily be taken advantage of, it almost made Byleth want to be overprotective of her as well. Flayn was truly one of a kind, someone you don’t quite meet everyday. “It is no issue Lady Flayn.” The bright beaming smile on the young girl’s face was not missed at all just from that.

The dances continued, and to Byleth’s best efforts, tried her best to only stick to Flayn as a dance partner. Flayn took it of course as Byleth doing what her brother told her to do, but Byleth’s worries were mostly regarding people trying to get too close while dancing. If one were to press up against her body too close it would probably be obvious something was amiss. Thankfully the other girls she was forced to dance with for when they had to change partners didn’t try to press up too close. The grip Byleth had on them was a very strong hold to make sure of it anyway if they dare tried.

How much they tried to touch her was greatly annoying as well. The flirtatious touches, the winks, the swooning, Byleth about swore on the name of Sothis she would burn this place to the ground if they kept pushing her buttons so. Flayn being the good kind girl she was noticed a lot of these uncomfortable advances and took pity upon the poor soldier. While Flayn wished to dance with other participants she stayed close to Byleth trying her best to be the sole dance partner of the demon. Except that made more rumors spread like wild fire, and the fear of word getting around her brother was at large. That man would probably have anyone’s head on a plate if you so happened to look at his sister wrong. Respectfully, Byleth was going to make sure she was never in this situation ever again.

As the hours started to become later, slowly people began to leave the party. Not before Claude and Prince Dimitri were able to give their grand speeches of peace and gratitude. While the war was at an end, there was still a lot of work to be done. There was a few guests from the Empire here as Claude was bold enough to invite them, and nothing had thankfully gone awry. Perhaps peace was coming soon, perhaps finally there would be no more fighting, but in the back of Byleth’s mind she doubted that was even possible.

There would probably be a new enemy on the horizon who didn’t like this and would put a stop to it all. It was only a matter of time.

Carefully, Byleth would escort Flayn out of the large mansion and down the steps to take her to her carriage where her brother waited. Seemed Seteth was tired and ready to retire for the night as well since he didn’t even ask if Flayn was done for the night. No he didn’t even give any room to argue about it. Which the annoyance was clear on Flayn’s face as she did want to socialize more with the other guests, but at least she did get to have her fun for the night.

“Well Ser Eisner, I hope you had as much fun as I did!”

“Mmhm..”

Fun isn’t quite the right word.

“Thank you so much again for escorting me, I truly had the best night! It was all thanks to you Ser Eisner!” There was that sweet smile of her’s, truly she was the most kindest gentle soul Byleth had ever met. “I don’t deserve your thanks Lady Flayn, it was your brother who agreed to make it happen.” Which was true, it wasn’t like Byleth agreed at all she was just told to go. If she did have any say in the matter it would have been a flat out no. “Oh, I don’t care about that!” That must’ve stung, she could see the sudden twitch of the man’s shoulders when she blurted that out so fast. “I felt so safe and protected escorted by you Ser Eisner. I haven’t been able to talk with my friends like that in so long! Truly it was a fantastic party.”

With that, Byleth helped her get inside of the carriage to sit in front of her brother. The ghost of a smile yet again on her face as she would gently close the door.

“Eisner.”

“Sir.”

“…Have fun with your father I suppose, more turmoil awaits you I see. Have a pleasant evening.”

As the Saint spoke his words, Byleth turned around to see her father snickering, desperately trying to hold it all in together. When will this suffering end?

Hearing the carriage move behind her, she began walking up to her father if she could still even call him that. He was enjoying her suffering a far bit much, it was as he said he was going to enjoy it to the very last minute. “Hey kid. Fancy any girls to court?”

“Shut up. Just shut up.”

The roar of laughter then continued even after Byleth roughly shoved her elbow into his gut.

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“Oh brother I just had the best night ever! Thank you so much for finally agreeing! I had sooo much fun!”

As Flayn kept excitedly talking about her experience, Seteth could only brood over it. This would only be the beginning now of Flayn coming to these parties. For he could already foresee she’d be demanding that he allow her to go to more of these gatherings to socialize.

Fortunately this night had gone better than he had expected, the Ashen Demon certainly played his part well. He watched the two of them very carefully throughout the night, his attention maybe being dragged elsewhere once or twice. Especially when Claude and Dimitri sought out his attention for some more professional business. It was a very pleasant surprise to still see that Eisner had kept Flayn at a far distance, but yet…it was odd.

Why did he keep such a distance from Flayn? The only time he noticed he’d allow himself closer to her was when they danced, but even then he had noticed a bit of a distance between them. It was as if it was done so purposefully.

Was it because of him keeping an watchful eye on the two of them? If that was the case then that would be fine. Yet something still nagged at the back of his mind of how Eisner did not act like a typical young male for his age. Not only that, the more he thought about it the more he found the boy stranger. As if he was hiding something, as if –

“Brother!”

“Hm – ? Sorry Flayn. What were you saying?”

“Hmph! Of course you weren’t listening…I was just talking about my fantastic idea!”

“And what is that?”

“If Ser Eisner were to escort me again – might I attend another party? As you can see nothing went wrong, he was the most perfect gentleman the whole entire time! No harm came to me, no one got close, and I was very well protected the entire time!”

“Ugh – Flayn, you do know how much this worries me right?”

“You worry too much! No one noticed and no one was curious. It all went perfectly right, father?”

The twinge in his heart as she so effortlessly called him by the true nature of their relationship. How he wished she could say that more often, but he couldn’t be so easily swayed by his own desires. “Flayn, keep your voice down.” A cautious warning because despite being in the carriage and it was only them in the compartment, you never knew what could go awry. “But –“

“No butts Flayn. Besides….I’m not too sure if I like Eisner or not.”

“What? But why! He was so kind and perfect!”

“Yes…but it’s clear he’s hiding something.”

“Hiding something? You’re simply overthinking things again, tsk tsk.” His eyebrow twitched a little from the defiance she was expressing. “Finally I find someone suitable enough to help and escort me to these parties besides you, and now all of a sudden you’re taking it away from me! It’s like you refuse to let me have a social life at all!”

“And you know exactly why that is so.”

“Father – I wish to be wed at some point.”

It was enough to make him sputter and lose his composure. The Saint Seteth Cichol never lost his composure, yet his daughter always found a way to make him lose it with the random absurd claims she blurted out. “You want to what?!”

“You heard me. And it’s high about time that I found someone, whether you like it or not!”

A loud ‘hmph’ came from her as she stepped out of the carriage as soon as the doors were opened for the two of them. Seteth didn’t even realize they were back home at their estate from the pure utter shock that his daughter just sent him into. To be married?! The idea was crazy, impossible, not even comprehensible to him.

“Wait! Flayn! What do you mean by married?!”

It was going to be a long rest of his night.

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The next few days for Seteth were rather exhausting and frustrating all at once. With Flayn huffing and puffing around their estate, how he tried to chase her down to only lose her again in their rather large home, it was making him tired. Which then led to being frustrated because she still would not listen to a word he would tell her about being safe, being away from the public eye as much as possible, and not getting too close to these humans.

No instead she was galivanting around with letters inviting her to parties, of course which included him as well, but he would have none of it. Every time he tried to snatch them away she was quick to dip away and rush off with giggles following her steps. At this point she was basically purposely ignoring him and pretending he didn’t exist at all.

There he sat on a couch, his hands on his dipped head as he let out a heavy tired sigh when he heard her footsteps approaching him at his tired state. “Are you ready to have a reasonable talk now father?” His hands dropping to his knees, he looked up at her clearly annoyed with her antics but he couldn’t be mad at her. No, he adored her too much to be mad at her silly antics. Her desire to engage with others, to have beautiful life, it was clear as day.

His sigh was one in defeat as he nodded his head.

“Let me be the judge at least of which ones will be appropriate for you.”

With a giggle of approval, she handed him the invitations she had received to a few parties. Begrudgingly he began scanning their contents, the one being held by Sylvain he immediately tossed to the side, he knew that boy’s antics and he was not going to let his daughter be around it. There was a small huff in response to him nonchalantly tossing it which could only make him grin a little bit at her disapproval. Yet she agreed to his terms so it was his terms it was as he discarded another.

“Ah – here we go, completely appropriate. Prince Dimitri, he wants to hold a ball. How charming.” He muttered as he continued to read the contents of the letter. “I can at least trust him to hold a elegant party filled with no mischief.”

“But what of the others — "

“Don’t test me too much now Flayn. One is good enough for now.” The pout and whine of disapproval quickly came from her as she crossed her arms. “Oh don’t be like that – come now this one will be fun see? Masks and everything, you can dress up even more beautifully as well.” There was that soft comforting fatherly smile he would only give to his daughter. A smile that quickly melted away any objections that she may have and could only smile warmly in return from her father’s love.

“Fiiine,” she grabbed the invite back then and giggled to herself in joy. “Oh, now I must figure out what to wear! It’s this weekend, I’ll have to order another dress!”

“Another dress?! Flayn you just bought one!”

“But this is going to be a grand ball held by the Prince himself! I must look oh so proper!”

He heaved out the heaviest of sighs, leaning back into the comfort of the couch wishing for it to suck him in and take away his worries. Yet the constant chatter from his daughter, the excited squeals, and all the giggles kept ringing in his ears. Somehow he was unable to deny her desires fully and had to give in at least a little bit. Not without a fight of course too.

“Then of course I will be joining you.”

“Whaat?!” Now that got her backtracking.

“If something were to happen I would prefer to be there. Don’t worry, I’ll be in the background as per usual. Lest someone tries to talk to me about something I’m uninterested in like the weather.”

“Oh – you’re such a bore!”

“Flayn!” He was quick to stand but she was just as quick to duck away in a giggling fit. “You may as well invite Ser Eisner again too!” Her voice echoed down the hallway as she quickly trotted away from his fatherly wrath and the only thing that could be heard in the room was a loud groan of disproval.

The face of Eisner filled his head as he didn’t trust him at all, the way he carried himself was way too suspicious to him. Any normal man, even the most biggest gentleman, would try to gain at least some attention from a female. Or anyone for that matter.

The Ashen Demon was wildly popular yet he avoided all social situations like the plague it felt like. Refused to be in the public eyes, refused to be too close to anyone, that included when being arm in arm with Flayn the previous night. While they were close, it was as if he made sure they still weren’t too close at the same time. Jeralt’s son continue to be a mystery that was unsolvable and Saint Cichol was determined to make it a mystery to be solved. Especially if he were to be escorting his daughter to these parties there had to be at least some level of decent trust there.

Sure he was good at his job, but no one truly knew who the Ashen Demon was. He would make sure he would find out, a more watchful eye within the keep while they worked he supposed would work for now. Yet he had a feeling that wouldn’t do anything to gather more information, but he had to at least try.

Sighing he was quick to go to his study, immediately grabbing pen and paper to write down an order. Needed a suit for himself and then a dress for his daughter along with some sort of custom masks for the two of them. Wearing the masks could only make him sigh in annoyance as they were the most annoying frustrating thing to wear. However in a sense they were nice as a disguise, you were unable to really see who was behind the mask. Which meant perhaps no one would bother him and that could only mean good things.

After writing down an order he was quick to leave the study, see Flayn in the foyer to only give her a soft kiss on the head giving his quick goodbyes and how he would return soon. The excitement on her face told him everything that he needed to know, he could only pray that this was a good move on him to make.

“To the tailor. Make haste.”

Quickly he would climb inside the carriage taking his seat and his driver would make the horses go sending them off.

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If Byleth could curse the Goddess Sothis herself, she would.

The horrendous laughter that echoed in the room from her father was booming loudly as she could only hold her head in misery. Across from the two of them sat a beautiful woman in red sipping from her tea cup with only an amused smile upon her face. The weight of the air around her felt heavy and suffocating as she sat there on the couch almost sulking. “Come on now – it wont be that bad.”

“Are you kidding me? She’s might explode!”

Jeralt continued to roar in laughter at his daughter’s expense and he would not be ceasing anytime soon. “All I’m asking is just one night which is for you to accompany me to this dance Byleth. You are the only person who I would feel even remotely comfortable being around given the circumstances. But…you would have to appear as your true self – not the guise of a man.”

“Lady Edelgard –”

“Edelgard will do. You are the only person I have respect for right now and the only reason why I am even bothering with these negotiations for the Empire. It would give me some courage if I had a friend with me.”

The woman gave a somber smile to Byleth to which she could only sigh in response. If her heart could actually beat correctly, it would feel like heartache she was sure. How she could be easily swayed into these situations just from a simple look. “You’re asking a lot of me right now…”

“I know I am. But I promise – I will not ruin your image at all. It is a masked ball after all, everyone will know me but you? You will remain as my mystery friend.”

There was a knowing smile almost on her face as she gave out the little details of her plan for this arrangement. A knowing smile that was hard to deny as her plan was full proof. It wasn’t as if anyone knew of who Byleth truly was, and with a mask hiding her appearance no one would be the wiser. The only thing that may give her away was her hair, but Edelgard could probably find a way to make sure that wasn’t a problem either. It seemed as if any problem that could be voiced the Queen of the Empire knew how to handle it.

“…..Fine.”

Byleth leaned back in her seat sighing feeling tired from this battle of wits that Edelgard presented with this problem. “Good. I’m pleased to hear you’re willing to cooperate with me. I will be sure to send in a order for a dress as well since I am the only making you come afterall.” Placing her tea cup down on the small coffee table before them eyes met her’s with amusement. “Please have faith. I’ll make sure your identity is protected.”

Her trust in Byleth was immense, but she understood why.

The Ashen Demon turning out to be a female warrior on the battle field scorching the fields with fire and bloodshed? The Queen of the Empire was instantly swooned by her. Yet regrettably…the knowledge of why was one well felt. Something that the two instantly bonded over on the field as their weapons clashed together, how Byleth quickly turned the tables over on her and out skilled her within a few minutes it felt like. As quickly as their battle started, it felt like it ended in the same amount of time.

Another skilled female warrior, she was interested in this new take.

“I suppose I will be off then. I’ll make sure to send a carrier with your dress –”

“I can pick it up, it’s fine. I have errands anyway.”

“Alright…as you wish then my friend. See you this weekend.”

With that Edelgard stood up with her tag along Hubert following close behind her making their exit from the Eisner estate. As soon as the door made it’s clicks signifying she was gone the groans continued as did the laughter. “I hate it here. I truly do. This is the last time I’m going, last time.”

“I’m beginning to wonder about that kiddo.”

“Do not jinx me please.”

“I think you’re doing enough of that yourself! Anyway,” Jeralt then lifted himself up the couch getting himself ready to go it looked like. “Where are you going?”

“Oh just some stuff going on at the keep. Gotta manage it all and junk. I’ll be back later, enjoy your day off kiddo. I’ll be back later.”

Then with that Byleth was alone with her own thoughts to stew over in regret. First she had to go to that party with Flayn lest she get yelled at by her boss probably. Now the Empire’s Queen was insisting for her to go to this grand fancy ball with masks. Truly there seemed to be no breaks for her and the fact she was now being forced to go as a woman. This meant more peering eyes and many who would probably seek her hand not knowing who she is at all. It amused her honestly, she wanted to see the face someone would make if they knew she was the Ashen Demon. They would fall on their rear ends from shock surely, they wouldn’t know what to do with themselves.

A faint grin made it to her face thinking of the scene playing in her mind. Unfortunately she did have things to do herself though so she couldn’t sit around all day.

“Lets see…I need to visit the armory – father ordered a new sword that needs to be picked up. The market…oh what else…”

The mumbles would continue as she slipped on her jacket and presented herself in the mirror as she adjusted her hair a little bit to make sure it had that boyish look to it. After that she walked out of the estate waving her goodbyes to the servants telling them she would be back soon as well. She took it upon herself to walk though as she didn’t enjoy staying so cooped up with no exercise, and walking to the middle of town to get a handful of goodies was the right kind of exercise.

The walk was a peaceful one, the sun light peering through the trees and their leaves illuminating the path before her. Soon they would disperse and be replaced by the tall buildings of the city of Garreg Mach with it’s loud bustling noises. Byleth couldn’t help the deadpan stare that she held when gazing upon the streets and how everyone shuffled around. So many people, little organization, and way too much noise.

How she always dreaded walking with the populace.

Silently she began walking again keeping her share of distance from others refusing to walk shoulder to shoulder with others. It wasn’t as if she was in a rush either, there would be time for all the errands.

Suddenly she would stop looking through the glass windows of a shop as her gaze would lower to what would be on the stand. A beautiful black gem necklace would rest outlined by sparkling silvers with a pair of matching earrings to go with it. There was almost a sense of longing to wear something so pretty, to feel like a woman, to be able to embrace her true self…

Perhaps she could though.

It would be rather risky considering there was no clue or idea about the kind of dress Edelgard was commissioning for her. However…it was a risk she was willing to take.

“I’ll take the pair that you have in the window there.” Byleth’s words came out from her mouth quickly as soon as she entered the little shop. It startled the old man at the countertop as he was not expecting the request so suddenly but was happily to oblige. Money was never really an issue as Byleth never spent her earnings much. If there was a need to it was for weapon maintenance, armor maintenance, and perhaps some shoes or a new outfit. Honestly, there was more money in her bank than she knew what to do with.

“Here ya are! Hope your lady friend enjoys it!” A moment of hesitation went over her briefly before she grabbed the small bag from him. “Yeah…I’m sure she will. Thank you.”

Her eyes would linger on the bag as she stepped out of the store and could only heave the biggest sigh. Of course she couldn’t say it would be for her, and of course she would not be able to adorn herself with such jewels. A waste…

“Eisner?”

Jerking her head up, all of her movements would come to a stuttering halt as lips twitched unsure what expression to form. “Ser Lord Seteth…How surprising to see you here.”

There stood her boss on the side street staring at her quizzically unsure how to react either. “I could same to you. I never see you outside of the keep…how rare.” Clearing her throat a little she walked forward to properly greet him rather than stand a very awkward length away. “Errands today.”

“Ah, yes, I see. Same as well. However…jewelry?”

She could only wince in her mind at how sharp he was to notice every little thing. The fact he had been watching her go in and out of the store was enough to make her wary of the man. There was a reason he had been watching and it was unfortunate she didn’t have the answer to why. “Uh, yeah. Jewelry…ahem – for someone.” If the Goddess Sothis had any amount of mercy she would end this awkward conversation now. “For whomst exactly?” And yet she allowed it continue still.

An answer had to be said, and needed to be said now, the first thing that came to mind and would hopefully be a good one. “My sister.” That was a bad one, a very bad one.

“Your…sister?”

“Yeah…she’s visiting from the country side this week.” Goddess, when will the lies cease it was clear they were lies. “Father and I are getting ready. Thus…errands.”

“I see…Jeralt though has never mentioned a second child. Ever.” He had her there, that look that he gave as if he was glaring holes through her skull. It was only fate that Byleth had a response back for him blessing her quick wits. “And he never mentioned me either Ser Lord Seteth. We keep to ourselves.” A hum of thought came from him as he stared at her, studying her every movement, even the way she breathed, it was unsettling. “Who exactly is your sister?”

Curse this man and his constant questions.

“Violet. She hasn’t been around since…..ahem – sorry, since mother. So…”

There was something in his eyes right then, Byleth couldn’t exactly put a finger on it. Almost as if he had gone soft at the mention of the loss of her mother. As if he could understand such pain and could empathize with her, but the moment she saw it then it was gone. “Forgive me for prying. I did not mean to bring up such a…heavy topic.” Byleth quickly shook her head, giving an assuring look as much as she could anyway. “ ‘Tis fine Ser Lord Seteth. Then, if you would excuse me –”

“Wait now, hold on.”

Damn this man.

“Yes?” Byleth’s body would shift slightly to turn back to him waiting for him as he pondered over his thoughts briefly. “I was hoping to talk to you about this soon, so I suppose now is a good time as ever.” The questions kept rolling through her mind the longer he beat around the bush not understanding where he was going. “There is some..grand mask ball event this weekend being held by Prince Dimitri. Flayn was hoping you could escort her once again.” The sweat on the back of her neck was starting to become more intense, not once has she ever said no to this man. It wasn’t even in her vocabulary to say no to her boss of all people, yet now…

She already had obligations to Edelgard and she couldn’t bail out now especially since she had gone all the way to visit her at the estate. How she cursed these royals and their ways. “I am sorry my lord…My sister is coming this weekend and will only be staying for that time only.” A soft sigh came from him, but it was a sigh of understanding to which Byleth was grateful he took the lie. Perhaps she was better at this than she thought. “Understandable. Just means…Well – I guess Flayn will have to deal with me, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Very well. Enjoy your weekend with your family Eisner.” That strange look again on his face. Never had she seen this man give such a soft expression before unless it was to his sister. It was like seeing a dream right now and unsure how to navigate it.

“Right…By your leave then.”

“Yes. Your dismissed.”

Old habits died hard even out in the public.

It did not dismiss the uneasy feeling that she had as she walked with the crowd, her back to him, feeling as if her every step was being watched still. She hated how much that man observed and watched, every little thing was strategically made when it was him. There was a reason why he was watching her, and it was not good when Seteth Cichol was watching you.

As soon as she was deep within the crowds and far away enough, finally did the feeling of being watched dissipate. Which meant he was long behind her and no longer observing her every movements which means she could move more freely. Letting out the breath of ease that she didn’t realize she was holding in, she continued her errands for the day.

The sword was ready to be picked up the moment she got there, and she made an order of some groceries to be delivered before dinner. All small things that could have been done by their attendants, but Byleth would rather she do it herself. Being stuck inside that big building by herself for the whole day? She’d combust from the boredom. Sure she could always train her body more with sword swings and what have you, but that was her normal day routine.

It was finally a day to where she could relax if you could call running errands relaxing anyway.

“Oh my gosh…is that him? It looks like him!”

Eyes slowly peeked to the side to see some girls across the street whispering ever so loudly while pointing at her. It would appear that running errands was done for the day. “It’s the Ashen Demon, oh my gosh…!” Yep. It certainly was.

And with that she was quickly walking away back to her estate to rest for the rest of the day. Goddess knows she needed it especially after dealing with Seteth. For now he would be off her case and wouldn’t pry, but whose to say he wouldn’t do it again. This was going to be a long conversation to have with Jeralt…especially with a supposed daughter now he had. Well – it wasn’t as if it was a lie that he had a daughter.

Technically it was the truth.

Stopping in her tracks as she stared down the road to the estate feeling the cool breeze sweep across her face, her eyes closed as she took in a breath. This was the life she chose, and that was okay. It was for good reasons, she didn’t want to be damned by society for simply being a woman. Byleth chose to play this role for the rest of her life as long as she could.

“Do not falter now Byleth…” She’d mutter to herself as she continued walking forward thoughts swirling of possibilities.

Especially about a certain ball she would have to make an appearance at.

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The carriage ride was so uncomfortable, it had been so long since Byleth had worn a dress if she remembered correctly. Yet, this dress was probably the most uncomfortable one that she had ever worn. It was far too poofy at the bottom, the corset felt like it was making her unable to breath properly along with destroying her ribs. It was as if she made one small move perhaps her ribs would puncture her lungs and she could only thank the goddess for that. Perhaps it would end her suffering from this night once and for all and end things before it could get worse.

Her eyes locked with Edelgard’s who sat across from her and sensed even if that was a possibility…her highness would be sure to give her swift treatment.

“Don’t look so down cast, it is a night of celebration afterall.”

“Mmhmm…”

Byleth had never set foot in the imperial Prince’s estate either which led to her feeling more awkward and uncomfortable. The level of sophistication was being raised compared to the previous party she had to attend. There was only one bright side to this and it was that no one would know who she was and would hopefully not approach her.

Yet somehow she had a feeling that would not happen.

Thankfully for the moment her and Edelgard would be together like glue like Edelgard was with Hubert. Hubert continued to dote on his Empress and would give some courtesy toward Byleth but only when directed to do so. It wasn’t as if the two hated each other, but it was definitely apparent that Hubert would rather not give much attention toward Byleth. As if Edelgard was the most important matter that could concern him.

The two almost looked like a power couple honestly.

True to her word though, Edelgard was so far making the whole night rather easy. Edelgard’s own personal two attendants were there to help both Byleth and herself get ready for this masked ball. Edelgard had been all too pleased when picking up Byleth from her estate seeing how she looked in the gown she specifically ordered for her. The elegant black dress with hints of pink and gold within the ruffles and lining. How the collar rose up high around her neck and the long lace gloves to hide her hands but also make her look more elegant. Her mask would be a rich dark ebony that shined in the light with golden roses covering the sides and beads hanging loose from them.

The nod of approval was all Byleth needed when she immediately made her way inside the carriage not even bothering saying goodbye to her father. The man continued to laugh at her expense with how much she hated the idea, but he was supportive nonetheless. He would at least be there stationed around the area so if anything was to go awry, she would have help besides just Edelgard. It would be important to know where all exits were and plan any escape routes if needed.

Or was she thinking too soldier like for this event? Honestly she just wanted to run away from the whole situation but the Empress would not allow it more than likely.

Finally the carriage would come to a halt and all Byleth could see was the large line of carriages. There were so many people exiting out and entering the building in pairs or groups. After a brief moment of pause, Edelgard’s carriage would continue forth but keep going to another drop off area. Byleth had assumed this is probably where the higher esteemed guests of honor go through, even the Prince himself. The doors looked more grand and was a little bit more secluded from the other entrance.

Hubert was quick to open the door while holding his hand out for Edelgard to assist her out as soon as the carriage came to it’s official halt. “Let us have a fun celebration, shall we?” There was the all too amused look on Edelgard’s face as she looked at Byleth for a moment before exiting out. When she had stepped out, it was now Byleth’s turn to take Hubert’s hand to step out herself.

Both girls would smooth out their dresses and Byleth caught herself taking a deeper breath of fresh air than one would normally take. It was the cursed damn corset smothering her, tonight was going to feel like hell she knew it.

Soon Edelgard’s arm would be linked with Byleth’s making her walk toward the stairs and grand door with her. “All will be fine. Just stay by me and none will be the wiser. You are my unknown special guest. What shall we name you my special guest?”

“Violet…” She mumbled to which earned her another smile from the empress in red. “Very good. Violet it is.” To that Hubert nodded at the two of them and made way for the doors to be opened for the pair by the attendants.

As soon as the doors opened Byleth could already tell how stuffy the whole building was. The music from the main room was drifting all the way there at the entrance along with the loud chatter of the guests. Edelgard must have caught on to how she was feeling from the small chuckle that came from her as she patted Byleth’s arm almost in a assuring way. “We will not be here all night my friend. Only for a few hours.”

“A few hours too many…”

The pair continued to walk forward being greeted by the servants there in the building greeting guests and escorting them to where they would go. Many times Edelgard had to announce Byleth was with her and she shall be going no where without her friend. This Byleth could tell was starting to create some tension, an unknown guest with the Empress who was still making negotiations with everyone? It was creating more distrust. It made Byleth realize she ought to probably be on her best behavior during this night. While she hates politics and detested partaking them, she would do her best for Edelgard. For Edelgard had become a friend, almost someone she could call a student at this point with how much she had been teaching her ever since their battle on the field. Byleth appreciated their bond, and she would keep hold of it tightly as much as she could.

“Empress Edelgard…you made it.”

The deep low voice of the Prince would soon ring in her ears, almost bringing her to high attention. She was not used being in front of authority without being her usual male soldier self, but tonight she had to pretend to be a lady. Something she was quickly reminded of with the gentle squeeze of Edelgard’s hand on her arm.

“Dimitri…I would not miss this for the world. It would look bad if I did, would it not?”

The air was getting more tense between the two, it was obvious there was bad blood here. Reasons beyond what was made public for the war, something Byleth would try her best to avoid. The aura from the Prince seemed deadly and yet Edelgard continued to keep her composure and give her greetings like any normal person would. “This is my guest, my friend, Violet.” Quickly Byleth would curtsy to the Prince, almost failing at it with how quickly she rushed, and tried her best to muster up a smile. A very weak one. “It is an honor to meet you Prince Dimitri.”

“And to you as well Lady Violet. May we become well acquainted tonight.”

Oh, how she did not like the sound of that.

Once Dimitri started walking away, Edelgard started to follow while being careful to pace her steps perfectly as did Hubert behind them. It did not escape Byleth’s attention that Edelgard was a bit more tense which fed more into the theory there was more to this than met the eye. Byleth was soon wondering if the two happened to know each other before all of this. It would explain the tension between the two of them and other unspoken things.

Her running thoughts were soon cut off by the bright lights of the ballroom. The chatter of the party guests had soon grown louder as well and the sight was one to behold. Everyone was dressed to the part with their masks and designed dresses that would fit with them. Everyone was sipping at their champagnes talking with one another, gossiping, catching up, playing the game that society had laid out for them. Byleth could only wonder what poor souls were being wooed tonight unwillingly by the despicable men that would be at this party. It did not escape her eyes either that her father was placed at the very end of the grand ballroom where he stood at attention with the other guards.

That was comforting at least she supposed.

“Edelgard! Dimitri! Annnnd random guest!”

Byleth had recognized the voice and male figure approaching them almost immediately. Claude von Riegan, he was usually at every party that Prince Dimitri held as well so it was no surprise to see him here. Byleth had once again curtsied which only earned her a laugh from the young male. “Don’t be so stiff! We can all be friends here! Riiiight Dimitri?” His arm slung over Dimitri’s shoulders while speaking which earned him a sigh. It seemed Claude would be a tiring person to deal with to which was no surprise at all given his energy. “Claude. This is my treasured friend Violet. We both appreciate you welcoming us here tonight.” Those honey coated words seemed almost empty when Edelgard spoke them, yet there was a touch of warmth to them. If Edelgard didn’t show any tension with Claude perhaps her relationship with him was at least civil. Nonetheless….it was interesting to see all 3 esteemed leaders together as if they were old friends.

“Well thank Dimitri here for hosting the big party! I’m just here to scope out the fun!” The big cheeky grin he had made whatever ornaments adorn his mask bounce slightly while he turned his head looking at the many guests. “I think that cranky pants Seteth is even here too.” To that Byleth felt herself tense up immediately. There was a tight squeeze from Edelgard to her arm, but it did all but little to help her compose herself. “Referring to him as ‘cranky pants’ is rather offensive, don’t you think Claude?”

“Haha, no way! It’s an accurate description of the guy. I think I’ve only seen him smile at Lady Rhea and that’s about it.”

“Do you wish for him to smile at you?”

“Ick – no way, that’d be creepy.”

The banter between him and Dimitri would continue a little bit and Edelgard would only laugh alongside them. As if she was purposely avoiding talking to a point, she would only speak when it was deemed appropriate. The Empress was definitely playing her part to a key point tonight and Byleth noticed it was to keep a good balance in behavior. She had noticed how Dimitri stared, it was a gaze filled with murderous intent toward Edelgard. However, each time he happened to glance toward Byleth’s direction it lessened a little bit. Almost as if noticing there was another person there in close proximity to Edelgard was reminding him to not act on any impulses. How very intriguing.

“Well is our secret guest ever going to talk along with us?” Byleth blinked a few times, almost startled now that all eyes were on her. “Uh – sure?”

“Great!” Claude was soon snaking his arm around Byleth’s shoulders with that cheeky grin on his face. A grin that screamed he was simply up to no good at all. “Claude…”

“Oh don’t worry Edelgard, I’m not going to do anything. Just wanna get to know your friend!”

“And what is it that his lordship would like to know about?” There was a part to play and she needed to play it well, especially with Claude. Byleth knew how sneaky he could be, heard many rumors how he was a man of secrets and knows quite literally everything about anyone and anybody. There was more than just Seteth she had to be wary of tonight. “Well – I’ve certainly never heard about you, seen you, or anything. What about you Dimitri?”

“No…can’t say I have.” The answer was slow and almost calculated like as if he was studying her. The pressure was starting to make her sweat a little bit if she were to be honest. “Where’d you come from? How exactly do you know our friend Edelgard here?”

“Claude, honestly –”

“No. It’s okay. I don’t mind answering – I currently live in the countryside and stay to myself which is why mayhaps you have never seen me with her highness. But when two great minds meet, it’s hard to not become quick friends.” To that Byleth allowed herself to smile a little bit while staring at Edelgard. Edelgard’s face broke from it’s solemn look to one of admiration one that Byleth remembers seeing all too much while fighting her. “Ah, but still all the ever a mystery. Your answer only leads to more questions my lady,” Claude would say while stepping away finally at long last but still holding that grin.

“But appears I can’t ask anymore questions – looks like the dancing is about to begin.” There was a wistful sigh from him before his hand would be extended out toward Edelgard. “My lady?” She would chuckled before placing her black gloved hand in his. “I would be honored Claude. Violet, you do not have to dance if don’t wish it. Please don’t feel pressured.”

With that Edelgard and Claude were off down the stairs to participate in the first dance. Dimitri gave a somewhat of a curt bow to Byleth before he soon took off as well for the Prince she assumed was going to dance as well. That left her alone, at the top of the stairs feeling awkward, out of place, and uncomfortable. “Perhaps you should intake some refreshments while you wait for her highness my lady.” Hubert’s curt toned voice cut through the silence as he leaned in close behind her speaking lowly. “If you wish to avoid attention, go hide amongst the crowd.”

Byleth didn’t even blink twice before she was rushing down those steps.

It felt like a mistake almost immediately though with how many people were crammed around the table. Despite most people covering their faces with masks and dressed differently, Byleth could recognize a few almost immediately. There was Felix, brooding by the wall with Sylvain talking with one another. Then she remembered Dorothea, she was dressed very extravagantly that made it hard to miss her at all. It was easy to recognize Ashe as well with his adoptive father there it seemed like he was being pressured to dance with other girls. Poor boy looked highly uncomfortable.

Then of course there was little Flyan, it was hard to miss that bright green hair, that bubbly personality, and her voice. It seemed she had made her way to Dorothea and soon from what Byleth remembered Hilda joining them. There was a couple other girls that began to join in on the circle which made Byleth smile. She was happy that Flayn was able to come and have a good time despite being unable to escort her today. Still though…that meant that Seteth was around the area and that was someone she wanted to avoid.

If he had seen her enter with Edelgard she knew his eyes would be watching her every move. In fact, she was sure he was probably thinking she was from the Empire as well. Completely wrong of course, but she figured that would be the first thing to cross his mind. She would remain as the mysterious friend of Edelgard’s though and would do her best to avoid all contact with the man. Knowing him if they did come across each other’s paths he would begin interrogating her at once.

She cringed a little as she picked up a small glass of champagne and took comfort in blending in with the crowd to the side. The music stopped suddenly, to then all of a sudden pick up it’s beat in playing a new song almost right away. Those who gathered on the dance floor soon began their dancing and twirling with one another. Byleth was growing more comfortable with the fact she decided to stand to the side and not participate. Goddess forbid if she joined she’d probably step on someone’s foot more than likely.

Edelgard looked elegant dancing with Claude as did Dimitri with the blonde he was dancing with. The others on the dance floor looked as if they complimented each other very well with how easily they could dance with one another. If she had came as Byleth Eisner and not as “Violet” she wondered if she would have been forced on the dance floor.

When she found Flayn again it seemed she was dancing with some sort of gentleman, not one she recognized, but his purple hair was hard to miss. However it looked like he was being extremely graceful with his steps and taking most care when dancing with her. The thought of Seteth interrogating him before the dance flooded her mind and almost made her laugh. Her hand quickly rose to her mouth covering it with the back of her head while she let out a silent chuckle. Somehow the Goddess did secretly bless her for not being a man tonight.

As soon as it started, the dance then came to an end with everyone bowing to their partners and leaving the dance floor. Everyone’s applause filled the room cheering for those who participated in the first dance and then the chatter became louder than the music again.

“So this is where you’re hiding.”

Byleth soon found her arm being linked again with Edelgard’s while she sipped delicately from her glass. “Hubert suggested I go hide.” She hummed beside her in approval and nodded along. “I see. Well…a good idea, but some would still find you and watch you like a hawk.”

“And whatever do you mean by that my lady?”

“Ser Seteth’s piercing gaze could pierce through any building it feels like.” Soon Byleth followed Edelgard’s gaze and soon found exactly who she was staring at. There across the large ballroom was Seteth Cichol himself staring exactly toward their direction. “Do not fear my friend. As long as you stay occupied with me or someone, perhaps he will be satisfied enough to see you are no threat and will not bug you. Pay him no mind.” Easy enough to say when said someone wasn’t your boss, head of the church, leading saint pastor, and Rhea’s right-hand man. It was hard to not groan in the agony she felt welling up in her chest.

“You are simply a stranger he does not know so he will study you well. Allow him to, if you try to shy away it will only bring more suspicion to yourself.” Byleth knew she was right, she wasn’t wrong at all, she of all people knew how Seteth worked. If you were a stranger, someone new, he would study you like his life depended on it. It was how he gave very sound strategic advice on the battlefield when sending off troops to certain areas. Every move he made was like a sound tactic move as if he was playing a chessboard and everyone was his pieces. It was just the matter of who was he playing against exactly? “Just please don’t say I have to dance.”

“I think you ought to.”

“Seriously?!” Byleth would give a hushed whisper in a tone that would suggest she would want to scream at the woman. “Only because it will make you appear as a normal party guest. Nothing more. Nothing less. I’m sure Claude would be delighted to dance with you if you’d ask.” She smiled sweetly at her and Byleth could only sigh. “I will go with you. Come.” Edelgard was soon dragging her off to where the Prince and Lord stood at talking with each other.

“Claude.”

“My Lady Edelgard.” There was that grin again. “Would you honor my friend a dance?”

“Oho? Like what she saw?” There was someone dying somewhere from cringing so hard, Byleth could feel it. “Haha, no of course not. Violet doesn’t get the chance to dance much, and she’ll need a partner with rather steeled toes.”

“Well that’s just a shame! I would be honored to dance with you my lady.” There was a wink now added with his grin. “Just don’t step on my feet too hard. I do gotta walk around the castle later.”

“I will do my best my lord.”

Edelgard would nod in approval giving her approving smile as well. “Well the dance should start soon. Dimitri, perhaps we can have a word over here meanwhile?”

“….Yes.”

If that wasn’t the most ominous yes she had ever heard, she didn’t know what could be. “Well then Lady Violet. Allow me to escort you to the dance floor.” Claude held out his arm to which Byleth carefully accepted linking her arm with his. It was as if all was going according to plan for the young man with that confident look on his face. The two stood across from each other and as soon as the music began once again they bowed to each other as did the rest around them.

“I certainly did not expect our favorite Empress to come with a friend tonight,” his hand seemed like it quickly rushed toward hers as they linked and walked in a circle all the while keeping eye contact. “You must be pretty special.” To that Byleth could only chuckle as soon she was shifted to a man beside her, hand pressing against the strangers, walking in a circle, and then returning back to Claude. “I wouldn’t say I’m special. Again, when minds think the same it’s hard to not become friends.”

“Hmm…yet I feel like there is more to this story than both of you are letting on.” Byleth could only manage a fake smile with a shrug as well. “Maybe. But that is not my business to share, it is Lady Edelgard’s business.” Soon the two of them were joining hands with the others beside them, it gave Claude a brief moment to think it would seem. How his eyes stared ahead, humming in thought to himself, but that confident look still stayed in it’s place on his face. “That’s a very sneaky way of getting out of talking you know?”

“Yes. I know.” Now it was Byleth’s turn to have that confident all knowing smirk on her face. “Way to ruin the fun you know?” It was all said in jest of course, but deep down she knew it was obvious he was hunting for information. All Byleth had to do was play her part though, remain mysterious, remain untraceable, and be easily forgotten. “My apologies Lord Claude. Mayhaps I can entertain other questions you may have?” That got him thinking even more as the two of you continued to switch partners amidst the dance before returning to one another again but this time standing side by side. “I suppose if I asked why you were so intent on keeping your identity hidden you wouldn’t tell me would you?”

“I’m afraid not.”

“That’s fine, I like a challenge.” There was that wink and charming smile that could only make her laugh in response. “If that is what you wish my lord.”

“Even Edelgard wouldn’t budge with any question I asked. Kept saying to ask you, that’s not fair at all.”

“I’m wondering if your opinion about what is fair may be a bit backwards.”

“Backwards huh? Well the same could be said about you.”

She blinked. If Byleth could properly express her emotions she would be certain she would look confused. Before Byleth could even retort she was suddenly being dipped by the man and he was leaning a tad bit too close. “No normal girl is this muscular. That’s a bit backwards don’t you think? Especially for a country girl.” Oh, he was good.

After that, the music would end. Byleth would curtsey at him as he would bow to her ending their little dance of interrogation. Even after it was finished he was ever the gentleman offering his arm to her to escort her back to Edelgard. Thanking him, she took his arm again and the pair walked to where Edelgard and Dimitri were speaking. It did not look like a pleasant conversation given their expressions, but they were at least able to suppress whatever feelings were riling up when Claude and her approached. “Well no toes were damaged. Here’s your friend back Edelgard.”

“Thank you. I hope the two of you had fun.”

“Of course! We should totally dance again.” His arms would go behind his head as he leaned back doing that cheeky little grin. Edelgard certainly kept amusing company that was for sure.

“I think I’m going to get another drink…”

“Yes of course. Do take care while around others my friend.” With her approval, Byleth quickly slinked away not wanting to be caught in the middle of whatever it was the three of them had going on. The politics involving their friendship seemed to be too much and she wanted nothing to do with it.

Making her bee line toward the refreshment tables she avoided all glances and any who would try to approach her. There would be no more dancing, no more talking, she simply wanted a chance to breathe.

As soon as her hand reached to grab another glass of champagne another would clash with hers and quickly she would retreat her hand. “Oh – I’m so sorry! Please! Go right on ahead!”

Flayn.

“Ah – thank you…” Carefully she would reach again to grab a glass. “Enjoy your evening then.”

“Oh, please do wait!” This was not good. Not good at all. Begrudgingly, Byleth turned to look at the girl urging her to go on with whatever it was she wanted. “I see no reason why we cannot talk, you seem like a very lovely person!” Her innocence truly knew no bounds and Byleth wished she could smack it out of her. If her brother had noticed it, surely she had noticed that she came waltzing in with the Empress herself too didn’t she? “Uhm..I don’t really see what we have to talk about.” She had to quickly direct the conversation to an end, quickly divert away. “We don’t even know each other.”

“Well that’s how we get to know each other silly! My name is Flayn!” Too innocent, way too innocent and also naïve. “Violet.” The most she could do was be curt and straight to the point with Flayn. She had the tendency to latch onto the things she wanted and have a way of pressuring people to cave with that personality of hers. It was hard to not cave given how sweet she was, seriously, what was Seteth thinking of allowing her to come to these things. These older geezers would gobble her right on up. “Violet? What a lovely name!”

“So Violet, have you danced with anyone?”

“Oh – uh – Lord Claude is the only person I’ve danced with for the night. I think I’m rather done for the night.” The way that girl’s eyes sparkled hearing about Claude, it was like as if she was thinking it was a fairytale experience. “Oh how dreamy! I have someone I wish to dance with, but I haven’t been able to get his attention all night…” Her lips would form a pout and Byleth could see her attention would be fixed on Felix. Again.

“A friend of yours…?”

“Oh yes! Please don’t think ill of him either – I-I know he may look a bit moody, but he’s very kind!” Kind and Felix were the last two things Byleth would put in a sentence together. Last time she checked Felix was always on edge, looking for a fight, and hated company. Honestly, how was he even being invited to these parties? “Kind huh…I’m sure if you asked him then he would humor you in a dance?”

“Y-You think so?!” Her eyes sparkled again, and Byleth couldn’t help but chuckle at the child like behavior. “Perhaps…if he is kind as you say, then maybe he will show you some and dance with you.” The young girl rocked back and forth on her heels thinking for a moment as if she was debating on what to do. Silly children.

As Byleth was about to urge her to go on, she snapped her mouth shut as she felt all the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Despite being confined by the blasted high collar dress, she could feel them prickle, she could feel herself on edge. It was like danger was approaching. If that was the case, that meant Seteth had enough of the two of them talking and was more than likely going to put an end to it. She had drawn his attention, and she needed to escape.

“Forgive me, Lady Flayn, I think my friend is missing my company. If you would excuse me..?”

“Oh yes of course! I’m so sorry for keeping you, uhm, thank you for your advice Violet!”

“Yes…of course.” Well thankfully that was easy. “Oh – Brother, what are you doing here?!” Never mind.

There was two options Byleth could choose here: Option one, turn around and pretend Seteth wasn’t there and march straight toward Edelgard. Option two, acknowledge him, curtsey, and then leave. The only thing that could make either of these options go south would be Seteth himself.

“Just merely getting a refreshment. That is all.” She could practically feel the daggers being stabbed into her back by his piercing gaze. With how off put she was feeling, it was slowly becoming obvious to Flayn given how Byleth had yet to speak. “Well hurry up and get your drink and go then! You should find someone to dance with too! Stop brooding over by the wall!” The fact he allowed his sister to talk to him this way was truly baffling. Humorous even. The great Lord Seteth letting his sister boss him around when he wouldn’t even let anyone in the barracks offer a single complaint or critique his way. This was truly a side Byleth was never able to see and it was nice to see how human he could actually be.

“Well – as I was saying, I must get back to my friend Lady Flayn.”

“Oh yes of course! Have fun!”

She gave a cute little wave and Byleth could only awkwardly return it. When she turned around her teal eyes met those deep piercing green eyes that belonged to the man himself. It was clear that he was not pleased and clear he was in a mood, something she desperately wanted to avoid. To try and appease him she would give a curtsey, making sure to at least be polite, and start walking away with her drink. Every step was nerve wrecking and every step was being measured by that man. It was horrible.

Up ahead Edelgard and the two boys stood watching her try to escape her little situation. Edelgard was watching the situation very carefully, as if the Empress herself was debating or not if she should intervene but clearly the politics of the situation was holding her back. Claude looked very amused and then of course Dimitri’s expression was solemn as ever and unreadable. Byleth knew if she tried to quicken her footsteps it would be suspicious, she had to pace them carefully, and so she did.

Halfway to her destination, her hand would suddenly be taken hold of making her spin around. There were those eyes again, staring right through her it felt like.

“Would you care to offer me your next dance?”

Oh dear.

Chapter Text

“Would you care to offer me your next dance?”

It was as if time had frozen for Byleth, literally, she didn’t know how but it was like the air had paused. All noises came to a halt, all chattering, everything. The world had started to darken, twist and form in a different way, the sudden sense of nausea hitting her like a wave. Byleth slowly closed her eyes trying to fight off the wave as this was clearly not normal.

It was the familiar feeling she had on the battlefield sometimes, when she thought she had made a grave mistake to only replay the scene again. When it replayed she knew what was coming and could easily counter the moves of her enemy. She was uncertain where this came from, what it was, and how it happened, but she knew it always happened when something dire was about to happen to her. Or in an overwhelming sense of panic it would happen. It was strange, but if she just allowed the wave to continue, close her eyes, it would all soon pass.

The moment she closed her eyes and had reopened them, she blinked again as if her eyes were not focused. Where she had just been speaking with her superior, she was now again in front of Edelgard, Dimitri, and Claude. They were laughing together, Claude patting her shoulders as if she was a long time friend. “Well no toes were damaged. Here’s your friend back Edelgard.”

“Thank you. I hope the two of you had fun.”

“Of course! We should totally dance again!”

Was this some serious case of déjà vu?

Didn’t this just happen but a mere couple minutes ago? It was as if she had gone back in time and could not understand what had just happened. “Violet?” Even the sound of her false identity sounded so far away, muffled even, as she tried to bring everything back together. “Violet…?” What was happening…?

“Byleth…”

The low whispered voice of Edelgard voicing her true name snapped her back to attention as her eyes quickly looked at her. Concern clearly dawned on her face despite the mask she wore hiding most of it. Her gloved hand resting upon Byleth’s shoulder seeming as if she had to shake the young girl out of whatever trance held her.

“Are you alright?” A small nod was given, meeting her friend meekly in the eyes. “Yeah…I think…I need some fresh air really quick. I’ll be back.” A nod was given in response as Byleth turned on her heel and started to head toward the nearest door that would lead her somewhere else. Hopefully where it didn’t feel suffocating as this giant room.

As she walked away she saw Flayn heading to the table filled with drinks and other snack bites for all of them. That was still playing as it was meant to be, but this time she would not talk to Flayn and would exit out of the room.

Through one room she would go into the next, then into another, then finally would end up in a living room like space. A fire place, a small couch with chairs surrounding it, decorations, a place away from noise and she could breathe in.

Exhaling finally while slowly taking in a breath, she would land on the couch as she felt itchy and twitchy now. There was just no way to itch the whatever itchy feeling she had from her nauseating experience, she would just have to wait for the wave to flow over her.

Shakily, she would remove her mask, anything to take anymore weight off of her, she didn’t care if it ruined her hair or her makeup. It felt heavy and she was exhausted. “Stupid thing…” She grumbled as her eyes closed tightly and her hand rested on her forehead as she felt nothing but agony. A mysterious ability that caused her to want to vomit afterwards, a fair trade she supposed. It helped her when it really counted and allowed her to take down her enemies, but it caused her to almost hurl on the battlefield.

This ability as far she knew wasn’t something that was passed down in her family. Her father did not have anything like this as far as she knew from when she inquired about it. In fact, he looked as if she grew a second head when she tried asking about it. Perhaps the Goddess Sothis gave her it to play some sort of trick on her, to make her miserable.

Or use her to whatever ends.

“Hey kid.”

Her head would shoot up at the familiar voice of her father walking in with a sympathetic smile on his face. She would assume Edelgard probably gave him a tip that his daughter scurried off somewhere not looking so well. Well, it wasn’t as if he wasn’t unwelcomed company. She would have to extend her thanks to the Empress later.

“Hey…” That was all she could manage out with a very weak attempt to put any volume into her voice. Soon he was beside her, a hand on her back, his own comforting gesture in a way. “Miss Empress said something about you not feeling well?”

“It happened again…”

“Ah…Decided to happen at a great time didn’t it?”

“Yeah. It sure did. I’ll be okay in a couple of minutes.” He grunted in acknowledgement but did not leave her side at all for he would make sure his daughter would be okay. It really was a poor decision to go along with coming to this masked ball crap. Yet she wanted to be there for Edelgard in some sort of manner now that the Empire had been defeated, Edelgard would probably have no friends. Everyone would look at her with distaste, ridicule, and hatred. Why she went to the extent that she did? Byleth would never know, but she knew this new life would be harder for her.

With a sigh she leaned her head against her hand again now feeling a headache more than anything. “What am I doing…”

“Hmmm…now that is a good question. Let me know when you figure out that answer.”

“Ha. Ha.”

There would unfortunately be no answer to her actions. There hasn’t been one since she decided she wanted to be able to walk in society as a free person. Was that the answer to everything she has been doing? For freedom?

“Alright…lets go back.”

With a nod, the two of them got up from the couch and started to slowly go back to the ballroom. A room she dreaded to be in, but the night was still young and there was still a lot more mingling she would have to do.

~

The way his fingers drummed on his arm one would think he would be bruising it at this rate. His eyes stayed focused on Flayn and did not steer away unless a mysterious woman decided to be on the dance floor or move. It was suspicious, suddenly the Empress had a friend that no one knew about? If he dare to use the tongue of degenerates, he’d call it bullshit.

This was all too suspicious and therefore it would call for his ever watchful eye on the situation while trying to maintain focus on Flayn as well. The two girls did not do anything to cause attention to be drawn to them, but it was still important to watch. This was the Empress afterall, who knows if she would have any tricks up her sleeve during this dance. Perhaps it was a good thing that he came along instead of Byleth. What he could learn here would be important information to relay back to Rhea so that they could continue to make plans accordingly.

It was nice to see the Empress was staying on her best behavior and not causing any problems for the party. Prince Dimitri seemed to be keeping a close eye on her as well so having another pair of eyes was all the more helpful.

His attention would be drawn to the mysterious guest and Claude when they began their little dance. The way they interacted with one another he could tell they were talking about something. Something that he wanted to listen into, but with the loud music and talking it would be impossible to hear.

Every spot he moved to, trying to get some sort of hearing advantage, it proved to keep failing him. What made it even more annoying was that Claude sent him an all knowing smirk at one point. As if the young leader knew exactly what Seteth wanted and what he was up to. That one was still someone he had to be extremely careful around and keep a watchful eye on as well. Claude was rather….tricky.

There was plenty to be wary of and he could only be happy that Flayn did not know of the true political game these balls had. Her wanting to make friends and befriend everyone was fine, if she kept it to just that, all would be okay.

As he continued to watch Claude and the mysterious woman dance together, his eyes couldn’t help but stay focused on them. Watching the woman and her every move, whenever she spoke it seemed to be short and straight to the point. Her mysterious demeanor continued to draw him in as he watched her every second almost as if he was hypnotized by her.

It wasn’t until their dance had ended and they were back to talking amongst themselves did he feel something strange in the air. As if something was supposed to happen with him just now, how he shouldn’t be standing here, how he should be over where Flayn was getting something to drink. Where she started to converse with others around the table it would seem, looked like those female friends she had made. It continued to unnerve him, confuse him, and his senses could only feel heightened.

The mysterious woman’s exit did not escape from his watch either as she made her quick getaway. Perhaps she had felt something in the air as well? If that was the case, then something was clearly happening and he had to get to the bottom of it. He couldn’t just leave Flayn alone here though, drat…

His quickly looked around him, some higher up official he could kind of trust to watch Flayn for a moment, however none would be around him. Of course when he needed them most they weren’t around to be useful to him. Hanneman was probably fighting with Manuela more than likely, Jeralt looked as if he was no where to be found he was no longer at his post, Alois was more than likely bothering others, no Catherine…useless.

He gritted his teeth a little while watching Flayn in desperation. If something bad was happening he needed to know, but he couldn’t abandon her either. If something were to happen to her….anything at all….he would never forgive himself.

Just thinking about how she was kidnapped before and why he made her go into hiding with him. All the memories coming up were battling against his sense of duty to both his job and daughter. Would this be another moment to consider of packing their things and going? What if this trouble was bigger than he knew of? This woman that Edelgard had brought with her clearly couldn’t be trusted. It was as if his feet had made the decision for him, he had to go see where she ran off to. It was like he was under a weird spell, felt a pull on his body, as if he was being dragged through the doors.

“Hey Kiddo.”

A familiar voice beyond the doors leading to another room. It sounded like the Captain, but why on earth would he follow this woman? Why would he refer to her as kiddo?

Now the refined and dutiful Saint Seteth Cichol was not one to eavesdrop…but this was a special case. The small tinge of shame he felt as he leaned forward to the door to listen in on the conversation which only raised his suspicions even more. Something had happened…and they both knew of it. Whatever that small force was that he had felt, she was linked to it and even the church’s own captain knew of it. It felt as if his mind had began to race with possible outcomes, possibilities, already planning what moves to take if what he was thinking were true, if everything was linked together, if this was something to keep an eye on.

As soon as he had listened in on enough he began to scurry away lest he get caught by the two of them. When he arrived back into the ballroom everything was just as he left it, thank the Goddess. Flayn was still conversing with her friends and the same political tension still hung in the air due to the Empress being here. Perfect.

He had a new mission in mind now, but he would have to wait for his chance to strike. If he was going to get any chance of getting any information about this woman he would have to do it before she could reach Edelgard and the other two. Perhaps he was doing exactly what Claude was doing, which meant she may be on even more guard, however he needed to do what he could. If Claude also had any information, he would have to think of an idea on what price to pay for that information. The man was a holder of many secrets, for a cost.

For now he would stand to the side and wait while keeping a close eye on Flayn and her shenanigans.

A small rare smile appeared on his face as he watched her looking so excited, happy, and having a good time. A moment of joy for the young girl where she can finally make friends and enjoy being around others. If her being happy meant he had to be the overbearing “brother” figure, constantly watching and battling the shadows, then so be it. Seteth would wrestle the Gods themselves if it meant keeping her safe and happy, he’d stay in this constant battle.

When the doors opened to reveal Jeralt and the young woman stepping out back into public view, he knew his time to strike would be soon over. He would have to wait for Jeralt to move away back to where he would be stationed, and hopefully that would create an opening.

For a moment things weren’t going the way he was wanting them to go, but then there it was. Now things were moving along smoothly. She was over by the refreshment table grabbing a drink and if he wanted to try and pry any little information out of her a dance would have to be it. He dreaded he had to resort to the methods that Claude had used earlier, but it was the only option. There was little doubt that she would more than likely try to not engage with him. If anything, he is certain that Edelgard had warned her of him already. For he was the man who kept a watchful eye on everyone and everything, no place would escape his gaze especially if it involved his daughter.

Careful with his steps and approach, Seteth slowly approached her at the table. A clear of the throat, an attempt at a smile, a poor one at that, as one hand rested behind his back as he spoke.

“Excuse me.”

There seemed to be hesitation in her movement the moment he began speaking. That confirmed what he needed to know about himself, she did in fact know of him.

“Might I have the pleasure of having your next dance?”

A brief moment of silence.

“No. You may not.”

It felt as if someone had slapped him across the face if he were to be honest, he knew not many liked him that much was obvious given his stern leadership, but seriously? “E-Excuse me?! Why not?” There was a soft hum that came from her as she spun the small glass of champagne with her fingers. Was she teasing him? Or was she genuinely not wanting to have this dance with him?

“I simply…do not feel like it.”

“ ‘Simply do not feel like it’?! What kind of nonsense answer is that supposed to be?”

“It means: I do not wish to dance with you Ser. Nor do I have any desire to dance with any other man here in his room.” The sheer bluntness this woman had and how it carried every single ounce of rudeness as intended. As if each word was a pointed knife emphasizing it’s meaning at him as he could tell she was keeping eye contact as she spoke. Never…had he ever had a woman, nor seen a woman, act so brazenly!

“That is such –”

“Violet.”

A gloved hand belonging to the Empress herself rested upon the shoulder of this woman gaining both of their attention.

The Empress had a smile on her face, one out of politeness, as she motioned for the glass the woman was holding. There was another pause from the woman as she begrudgingly gave Edelgard her glass not without showing her displeasure. “Ser Seteth is a fine gentleman is he not? I expect he will be very gentlemanly during your dance. Very polite, not rude, nor nosy, a very pleasurable experience I would say.” Each word was like a demand if one were to read the tone of voice, her gaze, and read between the lines. No, it was a demand, it was an expectation and if not, who knows what sort of wrath would he bring upon himself.

Women.

“Fine…”

The way she was not shy at all to hide how she truly felt was baffling. The grumbling, the frown, the look of annoyance she sent his way, seriously who was raising these women?

“Well then…Ahem, Violet, was it?” A nod. “Let us proceed.”

When he extended his hand, she took it very reluctantly. Yet she held some grace as she stepped forward with him, her hand only resting gently in his, as if she was afraid of letting him feel the full weight of her hand. A bit curious he thought, but he supposed he would learn more later about this woman.

As soon as the music began, his hold on her hand would tighten slightly, and his other hand would go to the middle of her back as they began to dance. The way her footsteps were not in rhythm with the music told him but all how she more than likely rarely danced. Her movements were sloppy, the way she kept glancing down to their feet was obvious, her loose hold on him as well was telling. Despite all these flaws in her footwork, she was surprisingly keeping in the same pace as him. Despite a few steps on his own feet.

“I take it you don’t dance quite often Miss Violet?”

“No…No, at least not formal dances.”

“Oh? Pray tell, what kind of dances do you partake in?”

“Perhaps ones you would call barbaric? Simple country folk dances?”

If he was a man with no manners nor dignity he probably would have snorted at the joke. “Barbaric? No. Undignified? Yes. Either way, it’s just a different style in dancing. That is all.” She however did let out something of a sound that would be similar to a loud ‘ha’ at his remark. He was beginning to note that the Empress kept strange friends close indeed.

“Does it irritate you that you cannot ask me questions?” A moment of faltering as he slightly stumbled with his steps, but quickly regained his pace acting as if nothing happened. “Why whatever do you mean my lady?” A low hum came from her, almost a mocking hum, the way the corners of her lips dared to try and quirk up by just a fraction. “The Empress setting down the rules of your behavior must have been quite aggravating for the man of your status.” It was his turn to let out a low hum of thought and also one of annoyance. “I would not worry about me my lady. Simply worry about yourself.”

The taunting quirks of the corner of her lips continued even as she stepped away when the time came to switching partners briefly and then coming back to one another. “If his lordship wishes it, I could allow one question to be answered.” More taunts, it was really beginning to irk him. So long as she stayed under the protection of the Empress in this current moment there wasn’t a whole lot he could do though. Her uncaring attitude was certainly aggravating though. “Is that so?”

“Yes indeed. However I do hold the right to not answer if I so wish.”

“Then what is the point in allowing me one question?”

“Perhaps for my own amusement.”

It was hard for him to not allow a scowl come to his features directing his anger toward this woman. She was insufferable. “Has your parents taught you no manners at all in how to engage in society?”

“Hmm…I feel like my father has done a good enough job.”

“Clearly not.” With a tsk he’d twirl her before securing her back in place with a tight grip on her back. “And where exactly do you and your family hail from?”

“Nearby.”

“Nearby?”

“Yes. Nearby.” His scowl could only deepen, she was clearly avoiding this one wasn’t she? “Please do elaborate where ‘nearby’ is.”

“Hmm…near enough. Not far enough. Around.” The toying was starting to get old and was starting to get worse. It didn’t bode him well as he knew he was quick with his temper, quick to judge others, and quick to dislike people all in the same go. However, this woman was purposely trying to be an annoyance. Taunting him over the fact that if he did do something out of line then it would only disrupt what was supposed to be a peaceful party. A celebration of peace between the nations that the Prince decided to hold for everyone here. He would dare not ruin that, Rhea would more than likely have his head if he dared tried. “If you simply don’t wish to answer, just say so.”

“I suppose I could. Haha, sorry.” The first time she apologized for her rudeness so far this night. “It is…quite fun to tease you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this side of you.”

“Pardon?”

The room fell quickly silent as both of their masked faces froze, their steps freezing, his gaze hardening the more she stared at her. “I meant…for this evening. My apologies.”

“Hmmm…”

And with that the music began to slow its pace, signaling that the dance was coming to an end. “It seems our time is about to end Miss Violet.”

“Indeed…”

The air was tense enough you could probably cut it with a knife between these two. The suspicion that Seteth had felt entirely valid now, this woman was mysterious, and seemed to be possibly dangerous. The way now she would avoid his gaze, trying to keep enough distance between the two of them, as to not gain any further attention from him. Her small mishap was his gain.

“Thank you for this dance Miss Violet. Until next time,” he was still a gentleman though and offered his small bow to her at the end of the dance. As did she with her small short curtsy before retreating back to the Empress in red.

The rest of the evening his emerald eyes did not cease in watching her every move.

And then of course still keeping an eye on Flayn.

Chapter Text

“What the hell do you mean we can’t do anything?!”

It wasn’t every day that Seteth loses his cool, Byleth knew this for a fact after working under the man for so long. However…the news of the empress and prince making their very alarming announcement during the party last night was enough to make every journal writer storm in. Byleth had a hard time staying focused for the rest of the night when Edelgard and Dimitri decided to announce an engagement between the two. A way to bring peace forward and to unify the nations in the best way possible. This of course sent people in an uproar, Claude looked bemused as ever, but the guards, party guests, everyone was distressed over this news.

“Like I said Seteth. We wait, we watch, and what happens will happen.”

Then the person who stood before her was Lady Rhea herself giving Seteth her two cents about the situation. Byleth had somehow gotten herself stuck in the middle of this conversation when she was simply delivering something to her office. She had came out, Seteth had came barging in, her and the rest of the guards were unsure what to do currently. Were they all supposed to leave? Rhea didn’t say anything though. Were they all supposed to pretend they weren’t hearing this? Probably.

“This is outrageous! They didn’t even pass it by the church!”

“I understand where you’re coming from Seteth. It is quite shocking to hear of this news, however what is done is done. The most we can do now is plan our actions in how to handle this situation.”

“You cannot be serious!”

“I very am much so. Let us watch and see how this pans out, perhaps this little engagement will end before we know it. Perhaps it will lead to a new era of peace. Isn’t peace what we want Seteth?”

“W-Well, yes, but –”

“Sometimes the way of peace comes in unusual ways that even I cannot foresee.”

The way she spoke those words with such a graceful smile, Byleth thought it could have been fake for a split moment. Yet the more often she gets to be in the archbishop’s presence, the more mysterious she always appears to be. While that graceful smile stayed on her face there could be a thousand moves going on in her head. Byleth wondered if she wasn’t the true strategist everyone should be worried about, Lady Rhea seemed rather intelligent after all. With how long she’s been leading the church and how so many people followed her without question? The woman obviously had her secrets in doing that so easily without much effort.

“That will be all Seteth.”

With a sigh, a few grumbles, Seteth gave his bow then took his leave from her office.

“The rest of you may leave as well. My apologies for holding you up.” Of course, she gives a smile to everyone in the room and gracefully takes her exit. The moment she exited, the air that everyone was holding in their breaths was suddenly released. Finally, the tension was gone, and it felt like everyone could breathe.

“That certainly was something.”

“Can’t believe the Empress and Prince are really getting engaged…”

“This has to be some sort of trap set by the Empire.”

“Was Prince Dimitri tricked?”

“What if this really is the start of a new era of peace though…?”

Everyone was voicing their thoughts and questions almost immediately, but Byleth had no time to sit there and voice her own or humor theirs. Quickly she’d rush out of the room and head back onward to the training grounds to start her usual routine.

First, she’d spend some time training on her own, the typical swing a sword a few dozen times, maybe practice on a dummy, maybe some other weight exercises to keep herself in shape. There was the possibility to maybe go jogging for a little while to make sure that her stamina was in top shape, while there was no more fighting, she needed to keep up on it. Afterwards she believed she was supposed to train some fellow comrades so that was a whole issue in its own.

After that she was certain she’d probably be making her rounds again in being a messenger or paper delivery boy. How fun.

The only thing that would leave her person would be her coat as Byleth began to practice her sword swings. She visioned the enemies coming at her, visions of the battlefield she was just on not too long ago, and how she tried to analyze their every move. How they would come from below, from high above, and the sides. Her steps moving across the dirt of the training grounds as if she was doing a dance all on her own.

She’d imagine her enemies with different weapons swords, spears, and bows. In what ways could she attack them, what ways would give her the advantage and what ways could they get the advantage on her.

Bowmen were trickier as she needed to get rid of the front defense first before she could make it to the back defense. They typically liked to hide behind everyone so it was the matter of how fast could she make a breakthrough in order to get to them. There was no room for error as every step, every thought, and everything would count in those moments. Every second that bowmen were alive meant another second they could easily take down someone like a wyvern rider or pegasus rider on her side.

Perhaps that’s why sometimes she felt like it would be beneficial to learn some sort of magic. Even then…she had been blessed with a sword that would burn the whole battlefield turning it into ash. It was already a surprise that Lady Rhea had allowed her to keep the sword, but even more suspicious that she avoided the reason why she was allowed to keep it. Lady Rhea had many secrets Byleth learned, secrets that she did not share with anyone, even her strongest fighters or closest allies.

Just from the conversation earlier she refused to talk to Seteth more than she had to. Didn’t let him in on any possible ideas that were flowing through her mind after the engagement was announced. Granted, there wasn’t a whole lot she could do even if she wanted to.

Would the church dare to speak out about a possible era of peace if nations were joined?

Or would the church speak out in fear that the two nations could try and attack what the church has worked so hard to keep?

There were a few possibilities and Byleth was certain Rhea was thinking about every single possible one. That was the kind of woman that she appeared to be, always playing the chess board and seeing what move she could make next. Just like Byleth as in her mind she had broken through the front line of defense in one minute and striking the bowmen in the next moment of opportunity.

Sweat was pouring down her face and arms as she stood there, sword extended out, as if it was piercing someone right in the chest. Her eyes narrowing as she looked in that direction as if she was staring the bowmen right in the eyes as their life vanished before her. Things that haunt her as she had taken many lives and will probably continue to do so.

Straightening herself up, her sword would lower to her side, and she would then begin moving to the side where a towel was to wipe away her sweat. Gently she’d dab it on her face and sighed outwardly thinking about how the ghosts of the battlefield were once again haunting her.

A mistake that is made often.

“Ser Eisner!”

Lowering the towel and shifting herself to see who was coming, Byleth welcomed the familiar sight. Flayn yet again making her rounds around the keep probably unsupervised she would assume naturally. “Are you training right now Ser Eisner?”

“Yeah, I am. Why?”

“Hohooo, then…is Felix around?” The twinkle in her eye said everything that Byleth needed to know. That rare smile came to her face as she saw the young girl’s expression, ah what it must be like to be in love. Her little crush was really cute, but just like everyone else, she questioned why it was Felix of all people. “No. He is on duty at this hour. He should be around in a couple hours though however,” there was no need to crush her hopes completely. The moment she gave that information Flayn’s eyes sparkled once again with joy, and she gave a little goofy salute.

“Thank you Ser Eisner! Uhm – May I…wait here until he comes?”

“If you don’t mind sweaty boys training. Be my guest Lady Flayn. Besides, at least someone can keep an eye on you here, right?” Of course it was just a small teasing gesture, but it was enough to make her pout and puff her cheeks out. “Please! You’re reminding me of my brother now!”

“Haha. My apologies. I just couldn’t help but think how he’d like someone to watch you. I have enough experience in the job, don’t I?”

“Well…if I get to hang around here, I suppose it can’t hurt ~.”

Looks like she was going to use that to her advantage, suddenly Byleth was starting to suspect she’d see the girl around here more often now. Not like she’d mind it much, only if Flayn minded herself and also didn’t get the both of them into any sort of trouble with her brother. Goddess only knows what the man would do if he caught wind that Byleth was allowing Flayn to hang around here with all the boys. In fact, she was certain she just allowed the lamb to come into the lion’s den unintentionally.

Well…maybe she needed to be harsher during training to make sure the boys stayed on their best behavior.

Which is exactly what she did. Sylvain, Ferdinand, Ashe, and Caspar were all at her mercy. The way she relentlessly came at them with each sword stroke toward them, how she would add even more maneuvers to her steps to keep them on edge, and how she ended up making them all fall to the ground one after the other. The room was filled with groans and pleads of they give up told her enough that today was a good lesson for them. She had made sure there was no time to focus on the bright young girl who would watch from the sidelines and there was only time to focus on the enemy.

“Sheesh. You really came at us hard teach…” Sylvain groaned as he rubbed the back of his head clearly displeased with the outcome of training today.

“Then that must mean you’re slacking.” The boy jumped as if he was caught, which made Byleth squint a little bit in his direction. Sheepishly he’d rub the back of head while laughing nervously to himself refusing to meet her gaze. “Caspar you’re coming in too hard with little direction.” The whines ensued as Byleth went to make a comment on each of them, where they needed to work on and how they should work on it.

All solid advice she thought.

“Now it’s my turn.”

Byleth looked to the side to where she heard Felix’s voice, looking armed and ready to go at it already. He was quick start removing his jacket to approach her, but Byleth was quick to smirk and hold up her hand. “I believe you have other obligations today.”

Confusion spread across his face quickly before a shocked expression replaced it when Flayn came flying at him with a ginormous hug. “Felix!!” Then that expression too was quick to be replaced as Felix looked rather annoyed immediately. Already was she bombarding him with questions regarding his sword play and if he could do some ridiculous acts with it. Something that made all of them snicker at the boy’s poor misfortune of getting Flayn’s eye.

“Man – of all people, Felix? Flayn must have some weird tastes.” Sylvain was the first to make a comment as he crossed his arms sighing. “What about me? I’m sure I could have shown her such a great time out in town!”

“You?” A scoff came from Ferdinand as his hand rested on his chest looking quite appalled. “Your head would be on a stick by her brother quicker than you could even breathe.” There was quite a lot of truth to that. In fact, Byleth would be surprised if a relationship between Felix and Flayn would be acceptable to the holy man.

She could picture it now how his face would go red with anger, the veins on the side about to burst from the fury he’d feel. Not to mention, or maybe it would be a little dramatic to think, but poor Felix may go missing…

“I need to train! You’re in my way!”

Still…his temper didn’t make Flayn run away, and she was eagerly at his side continuing to attack him with questions despite his complaints. Well…there’s someone out there for everyone right?

“I think that’s enough for the day.” All the boys would cheer happily besides Felix, but she couldn’t help his unfortunate situation. Besides, it meant another day Byleth could escape the young boy’s infatuation in wanting to defeat her. There were a few times he had gotten too close and trying to close that gap between them was a bit difficult. All it would take is one slip up and she’d be immediately reported, and her rank taken away from her.

Not to mention the dungeons didn’t sound all too pleasant.

“Play nice.” With one final teasing jab at Felix, she would be on her way to her own office. It was small, but good enough to do what she needed to do. Being put into a place of leadership came with more responsibilities than she’d like, but it was at least giving her some decent pay. That and well she got to help create some peace for the time being between the fighting the countries were doing.

Perhaps she should try and send a letter to Edelgard to meet up sometime soon. This was a big announcement after all, and she was certain there was much to talk about. It always seemed like she needed a friend to lean on at times, just like Byleth.

Her footsteps once again echoed through the chamber halls as she swiftly made her way to the office space. Once arriving she slumped in her chair the moment, she sat down with a sigh escaping her lips soon afterwards. There were going to be reports needed of a new training regime consider their current state of affairs. More than likely, they would be requested to have all units in tip top shape should something conspire now with the recent engagement announcement.

Hells.

The quill in her fingers twirled as she began to think about that, how the church would make them be prepared in case something were to happen. Lady Rhea seemed to be pretty lax about it now, but with Seteth popping veins out from his head to everyone being on edge, this is something to consider. Might as well stay on top of things and make sure everything is done before asked.

So that is what she worked on for the next couple of hours. What to do with her fellow squad members, what other units to perhaps start training, as it would probably be beneficial to have some mages and healers on hand now. More than likely, she’d need to speak with Professor Manuela and Hanneman about those specific units. Manuela dealt with any woman who sought to be a part of the army limiting them to only magic, specifically healing magics, and Hanneman was able to work with other mages. It was hard to not scoff at the idea of the two being separated and base it all on gender. There was that one boy, Lindhart? He was a healer and wished to stay in that field. Then there was Marianne who had exceptional skill and talent with magicks but was forced to be limited to only being a healer.

All just a reminder of why she refused to play the role society would doom her to be. Goddess forbid next she’d be turned into some sort of housewife.

“Ahem.”

Quickly Byleth would raise her head up to see the saint at her doorstep. Quickly she stood up at attention to show no disrespect to her superior of course. “Sir!”

“Settle down Ser Eisner, I’m simply visiting your office.”

A bit reluctantly Byleth slowly sat back down at her desk a little puzzled to why she was being paid a visit. “Have you any word from Lady Rhea?”

“No. I have not received any reports at all from her or anyone else.”

“I see…”

His hand rested on his jaw as he muttered to himself, no doubt getting annoyed Rhea has yet to do anything. “Uhm…Sir?”

“Yes? What is it?”

“I’m going over some new training regimes. Just in case…”

This sparked a twinkle in his eye, no doubt happy that someone was at least trying to be on the same page as him. “Yes, do go on.”

“I’m thinking it would be beneficial to talk to Professor Manuela and Professor Hanneman about starting to train with some mages and healers now. Just in case.”

He let out a small hum of thought and soon began nodding. “Go on.”

“Not to say anything will happen, but to be prepared, it’s best we start training all together now. Maybe mock trials? Everyone will need to start learning how to fight as a team.”

“Approved.”

“Sir?”

“Finalize it in writing and I’ll go over it. But your idea is approved nonetheless,” then he flashed her a rare smile that no one really got to see around her. “I’m glad someone at least has their head on straight around here.”

“Yes sir…”

“Hmm…by the way, I have a question to ask.” Her eyebrow raised in question nodding her head to urge him to continue. “You said…your sister is in town?”

“Yes. Violet.” A thoughtful hum came from him as it felt now that he was staring right through her, piercing her through her very soul. The hair was starting to stand on their ends on the back of her neck and arms from how intense it was. “Was she…at a party last night?”

Shit.

She figured this was going to come up sooner or later, but she didn’t realize it was going to happen this soon. There would be no getting out of this conversation either as she knew for a fact this man was going to pester about it until he had a solid enough of an answer.

“Hmm..I believe so?” For now, she’d just play dumb about it she decided. “Is that right?”

“Yes. She said about attending some sort of…event. It was kind of last second, I didn’t realize there was something going on. I’m assuming it’s the same party where the announcement was made?” She needed to make herself look busy, nonchalant about the whole thing. Her random scribblings on paper would have to do if she didn’t want too much attention on herself. “Yes, indeed it was. But Ser Eisner, if I may ask a question?”

The tone of his voice continued to become more serious, and she could tell he was gathering information as much as he could. Troublesome.

“Yes Sir?”

“Is your sister…involved with the Empire in some sort of manner?”

The silence was deafening to anyone just with that question alone. Byleth didn’t think he would think she’d be aligning herself with the Empire. Now that was a problem. “What? Involved?” The look on her face gave the answer he was looking for absolutely just alone asking that question. Even she couldn’t hide how ridiculous she thought that question was. “I don’t mean any disrespect Ser Eisner –”

“You are fine Ser Saint Cichol. She just has friends who live in the Empire or inbetween, that is all.”

“Even nobles?”

That question must be regarding Edelgard she was assuming granted she clung to the Empress the whole entire evening basically. Didn’t help her stance either with the fact she hanged around Prince Dimitri and Lord Claude all evening. Seteth probably thought now that ‘Violet’ was involved with strange company which could bring her, herself, and her father some trouble should Seteth continue to investigate. “Hmm…Possibly?” She leaned back from her desk a little bit pretending to think for a brief moment. “She doesn’t tell me much, forgive me Sir. But I would not be surprised, she’s picky about the kind of company she has.” At least that was truthful to say.

“I see….Perhaps you should have a heart to heart with your sister Ser Eisner. Her company…seems a bit questionable. I’m of course not trying to overstep, it’s your family –”

“I understand Sir. It depends if she’ll enlighten me, something about wanting to be an adult and do her own things.” She could only offer a weak fake smile trying to play off any ideas to keep this façade going.

“Ugh. What is it with the girls this day and age with this mind set?” That seemed to strike a nerve. “Flayn has been on this route as well, complaining about how I’m too ‘overprotective’ and demanding she be able to have alone time. Being able to attend all these godforsaken parties.” A tired sigh came from him almost immediately but then quickly he would clear his throat straightening himself up. “Sorry…That was quite improper of me.”

“Hah. Perhaps it’s just the change of time my lord. Perhaps a new age is coming to us.”

“I can’t say I would be too excited…does everyone not have a certain role to play? That includes the women, staying low and doing whatever care work that’s proper for them.”

“I see…you do not approve of a woman swinging a sword?”

“Goddess – of course not! That sounds terribly barbaric.”

Well, Byleth knew at least now his true thoughts and how much she needed to be careful around him. This meant that he would easily doom her should her secret ever come out of the shadows. “I see.”

“Do you think the opposite Ser Eisner?”

“Does my opinion matter much Sir?” With the tilt of the head and her head resting in her hands she would give that innocent dumb look a young man would have. The best route would be just to play dumb and pretend to go along with whatever he wanted. Anything to protect herself. “I suppose not…I doubt something like that would come to fruition anytime soon should it even cross anyone’s minds.”

“Well. I suppose I’ve kept you long enough in this conversation, I do have work to attend. Keep up the good work Ser Eisner.”

Byleth got up and did her salute and bowed to Seteth as he walked out of her office to whatever duties waited for his attention.

Seemed like she would have to be more mindful while playing as Violet and be at more attention if she were to wander around as a woman from now on.

Chapter Text

It was easy to see how infuriated Byleth was with the way she kept swinging her sword in a rough manner. Those whom she would spar with and teach everyday stood from the sidelines watching her aggressively swing her sword in the training grounds.

While the conversation at the time didn’t bother her, Seteth’s words kept ringing in her mind when it came to a woman on the battlefield. Every single time the conversation came to mind, a scowl made it’s way to her face that looked more rough than usual. One could even say that she was baring her fangs at an imaginary foe in front of her, even if that foe was made out of straw that only had a smiley face painted on it.

By the end of her little tantrum what was a smiling straw man was now a mangled disheveled no longer standing straw man. Many pieces of hay laid around the post where it was once held all together with Byleth glaring holes into it. Had she imagined the said straw man was Seteth? Maybe.

She needed to pull it together however since taking out her anger on a strawman did not look too good. Even if her boss was annoying her.

“Yooo..Byleth….you good?”

Slyvain was the first to approach her finally, his steps was slow and careful as he was uncertain what kind of mood his commander was in. Finally exhaling the breath she was holding in, allowing her body to slightly relax, she turned to him and tried to look as neutral as possible. “I’m fine.” The look on his face already told her that he didn’t believe her in the slightest, but there wasn’t much she could do about that. “You need to take some edge off? We were planning on hitting the tavern up after work…you should come join us! You never do. Might help ya…feel better?”

Every fiber in her being was telling her no do not go, it will be a waste of time, what if the secret is revealed, and there are better things to do. However, looking behind Slyvain the peering eyes of her team would stare at her from around the wall they were “hiding” behind. Byleth never indulged with social outings with anyone around her. There was no drinking with people she worked with, there was no parties with people she worked with, yet she had been forced to couple dances recently. She supposed with that information being out and about they probably thought there could be a small chance that she would join them for once.

“Come oooon, you can tell us all about whats pissing you off!”

“Slyvain!”

“Whaaat? He looks like he’s really mad. Did you not see the poor dummy?” As Slyvain began to bicker with Ferdinand about the situation. Slowly Caspar was waddling his way forward to put his two cents into the conversation with the bickering hens.

Byleth still didn’t understand why they wanted her company in these little outings that they did. Really she hardly ever talked (for good reasons) and she wasn’t really into what they all were. The most she indulged in was fighting and training, that’s really all she cared about. The boys seemed to have all their favorite hobbies, taking care of weapons, wooing any possible female love interest, bars, socializing, did this all matter that much?

“Come on it’ll help us bond more! Be a stronger team!”

“How…does that make us a stronger team if we go to a tavern?” It was a genuine question, yet the boys stared at her as if she grew a 2^nd head. “We become closer with talking you know! Getting to know one another man!” Slyvain was desperately trying to explain it to her, how it could boost moral, the more you know one another the closer you become as a team. It was…weird.

She could only give out a puff of air that sounded like a sigh.

“One drink. Some socializing. That is all I will stay for.”

“Yahoooo!”

Then there went the boys cheering happily together, the Ashen Demon finally going out to socialize. They finally broke it’s walls to bring them to some old dingey tavern.

“But, only if you finish your training regime. Now go.”

The cheering then suddenly ceased as the boys then groaned and whined and began to grumble to one another as they picked up their mock wooden weapons to start swinging and practicing their skills. The grumbles of “I knew it was too good to be true” and “of course” ensued which could only make her slightly grin at them. Even if they could be a nuisance, her team certainly had quite the personality.

The lot of them continued to practice with the dummies, Byleth took her space away from them lest she destroy another one. There was no need for her to destroy anymore and get an earful about it later. More than likely it’d get the attention of her father and then he’d proceed to tease her and poke at her about it for a while. Such as having to be at that dance…

The memories of being forced to dance with Claude, how he was all too eager to learn about her true identity, and being very sharp. Too sharp. How she suddenly felt herself being reverted back in time when Seteth had approached her for a dance and the nausea that followed afterwords. The Goddess Sothis was truly testing her patience lately. If this Goddess was actually real, there was many words she’d like to say at this being especially with this unnatural gift she decided to bestow upon her.

Being able to stop time and go backwards was of course useful, it helped her during the war of course, kept her away from death, but it always came at some sort of price. There was many times Byleth found herself having unnatural nose bleeds at some points, throwing up, going to sleep for a long time, how her heart was barely beating to signify she was alive.

All things that would remain to be a mystery to her.

“Alright, lets wrap up.”

Her shout would echo to them across the training room in her authoritative tone now that a few hours had finally passed. The cheers suddenly ensued yet again as their excitement suddenly returned and they all were rushing to put away the wooden weapons to start cooling off and getting ready to leave.

It was certainly going to be an interesting night for them all for sure, especially for Byleth.

~

“Did you see what that jerk Felix did today?”

Sylvain was the first to start complaining while he sat down at the table they had taken for their group of the evening. “What? He snarl at you like usual?” Caspar snorted as he rolled his eyes at the other’s complaints. “No! He shoved me! He actually shoved me!”

“Well, what did you do this time?”

“What do you mean this time?!” Byleth kept her laughter to herself, but she did happen to see sometimes Sylvain trying to be a bit too close to Felix, and then Felix would respond in kind by shoving the man away. A simple arm around the shoulder acting as if they were buddies, suddenly a sword fight was happening in the hallway for no reason. All things that could be easily avoided if it weren’t for him acting too familiar with the broody boy.

“Okay but did you see what happened in the cafeteria today? Lorenz got nailed so hard by the cook I’m sure he saw stars!”

“No, no, no, what was even better was when the girls were coming through the corridors with the holy women and Ferdinand about got killed on the spot!”

With the light smacks and jabs at one another, the loud laughter, how they chatted away together, Byleth could start to understand slowly what they meant “become closer.” She supposed this is what it would be to make friends normally and not on a battlefield where there was more secrets to be held. It was unfortunate that Byleth probably would never be that close with these boys besides as being their captain and that was it.

They were quite an amusing lot.

“So what about you teach?”

“Hmm?” The mug was already at her lips as she slowly drank the alcoholic contents, not without grimacing of course at the sudden revolting taste, but swallowed it anyway. “What got you all in a huff today? Seemed like it was something big.”

Suddenly all eyes were on her and a small feeling of embarrassment? Or perhaps shyness? Crept up on her as she awkwardly cleared her throat. “Just…politic talk today in the office that’s all.”

“Oooo, was it the talk about Edelgard and Dimitri? That sure seemed to set fire to some people’s pants.”

“I mean – it kinda blows y’know? What are we supposed to be training for if we’re not gonna go to war anytime soon – OUCH!” One swift punch to Caspar’s head was all it took to shut him up evidently. “I’m JUST saying…what if they start to axe us? If we’re not needed then…what do we do?”

That was a question Byleth hadn’t considered after things starting to become more peaceful. What were they supposed to do?

“I don’t think you guys have anything to worry about for now. With so many people against the proposal, I’m sure there will be needed for extra guards now during any official political dances. I’m expecting we will be busy in the near future.” Byleth encouraged them with a bit of a smile, trying to ensure things would be fine at least in the present moment.

“So was that like all that was irritating you though?”

She couldn’t help but immediately sigh.

“No…lets just say…His Holiness is a lot to deal with sometimes.”

Suddenly there was a lot of murmurs of agreement with all the boys nodding their heads. “Come on teach, say more than that. It’s okay to talk some shit about your boss, you ain’t gonna get into trouble.” Sylvain was of course grinning, and the more she paid attention she started to notice all the boys were grinning as they stared at her. As if this was the real first time she was talking to them as a fellow friend at the table. It was kind of adorable.

“There isn’t much else to say, we just…disagree on a certain topic and I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn’t be reprimanded. I may have taken it out on the poor hay dummy, but that is all.”

“That is all? You annihilated that poor thing!”

Byleth couldn’t help but slightly grin at that comment as she slowly brought her mug to her lips. “…I guess.” Getting a reaction out of her squad was all too easy to do, but it was fun with their silly little expressions. The way they would over react whenever she would take light of something that was big was always quite amusing. Byleth was one to never really show much reactions except grins, some smiles, perhaps a witty remark here and there, but nothing major. Seeing such expressions was…refreshing in a way.

“So what was the topic on huh? Must’ve been something big if it was enough to piss you off that much.”

All Byleth could do was shrug though. While she didn’t agree with Seteth and how much he irked her with his little sexist comment about women not being on the battlefield, she wouldn’t talk that poorly about him. He was, after all, her boss. Plus speaking ill of a holy man would surely send some sort of bad karma her way.

“Nothing to worry about. I’m sure we wont talk about it again anyway.”

Though she was certain she’d be wrong about that if he was keeping his eye on “Violet”.

“Man – I thought we’d get more crazy details about Seteth. Everyone knows he’s a grump, but come on you work directly under him!”

“Ahhh, so this is just a way to get some dirt is it?”

That did it, that sent them stumbling with their words which could only make Byleth give somewhat of a chuckle under her breath. “Well..I’m sorry to say I know just as much as you all, Seteth keeps his personal life to himself.”

“Man what a draaaag,” Caspar groaned with a big sigh as the rest followed suit in their complaints. “Thought we finally had something on the guy besides his weird sister complex. Everyone knows about that!”

“Perhaps that’s all the holy man has going for him, being super weird over his sister.” Sylvain could only grunt in agreement with the other’s remarks about Seteth’s odd relationship with his sister.

With how much Byleth has gotten to see lately of the two, Seteth is definitely over protective, it remains to be a mystery why however. From what she has gathered with rumors and the little tid bits here and there from their conversations, their mother had passed away during the war or something like that. She assumed that was the reason why, the trauma that the battlefield leaves others are scars beyond one’s imagination.

“Well either way – Byleth!”

“Hmm?”

“Your anger is justified, bosses suck.”

“Does that mean you guys think I ‘suck’ too?” A small mischievous grin couldn’t help but make it’s way to her face noting all their expressions yet again. A question they probably didn’t expect. “Don’t worry, I know sometimes I can be a bit harsh. Your thoughts are justified I suppose.”

The cheers erupted around the table as everyone smashed their mugs into each other while chugging down the remains of their drinks.

Then the night continued like so, the boys drinking quite a few mugs full as Byleth only had her one and requested water after she finished it. Of course all of them roared with protest, but Byleth had stated she would be the one to make sure everyone got back home safely. There always at least had to be the one person that was like a parent for the rest.

“I don’t think I’m coming in for training tomorrow,” Ferdinand had stated toward the end of their little get together with the tavern nearly emptied out except for their group and a few others.

“Me neither…”

“Your boss can hear you, you know?” Byleth teased as she patted a couple of them on the back to urge them to get up. “Hoooold on a sec,” Slyvain suddenly straightened up as he grabbed hold of her hand before she could bring it back to her side.

“Uhhh?”

“Your hand…” Byleth stared at him, blinking, feeling unsure, especially with his clearly drunken state she wasn’t too sure how to proceed with this. “It’s soooo…soft?”

If Byleth had the ability to blush she probably would have given how awkward she was feeling. The most she could do was give a very awkward look. “Thanks….?”

“Well not soft you know –”

“I really don’t know.”

“It’s like…like a girl’s hand!”

“Excuse me?”

It was like a blaring war horn going off in her mind then as the boys then started hovering around both of them. “Yeah! Your hand is like a girl’s hand teach!” Carefully she would retract her hand from him, eyebrow raised giving him still a questionable look. “Pray tell – how can you tell that if my hand is gloved?”

“Oh….”

The on coming smacks proceeded to fly toward Slyvain’s head making his brain crash into his skull more than likely. A bunch of name calling ensued as well calling him an ‘idiot’ or ‘dumbass’ for saying what he said clearly having too much to drink.

Even if it was an innocent drunken rambling, it was enough to spark Byleth’s nerves about her appearance. Was there still parts of her femineity peaking out through her disguise? Perhaps she needed to look at herself closer in the mirror before heading to work more often…

“That’s enough boys – lets wrap it up,” she clapped her hands together rising from her seat finally having enough of this. Best to end it now before anything else happens despite their groans of disproval.

She was getting a lot of those tonight wasn’t she?

Despite their protests though, the boys paid their dues to the bar after having their several drinks and Byleth began herding them out the door. Which took a few tries with the stumbling into one another and the awkward shuffling of their feet. It was seriously like dealing with children tonight.

It wasn’t so bad though, perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad going out once in a while with them to become “closer”, but she would still have to keep them all at arms length. This was already one scare with Slyvain’s drunken antics, but thankfully it wasn’t anything too serious. It was easy to shrug off, but it still kind of rattled her.

There was always the chance she could get caught still…

“Seriously what are you a mom? I’m walking just fine see?”

“Mm-hm, you sure are. And I’m so proud of you,” Byleth continued to push against all their backs to move them along to their dorms at the giant church building castle they could call home. Home to many recruits who would eventually graduate and move on from the dorms to their own places. Not many of them were lucky as she was to be living with her father who happened to be captain.

“I’m gonna barf all over my bed…”

“I’m gonna barf all over my room…”

“Be sure to clean up after yourselves okay?” Byleth sighed as she opened the doors heading into the large cathedral building continuing to usher the lot onward.

Eventually they’d end up at the dorms long last and Byleth made sure each of them were safely tucked into their dorm rooms for the night. Many mumbled goodnights were made, maybe a couple of protests here and there, but all were put to bed now.

Byleth smiled a little bit as the last door to one of the rooms closed and then it was only her footsteps that echoed down the hallway as she started to make her way through the corridors. There was more than likely no one awake as it was far too late into the night now which meant it probably would be a pain getting home tonight.

She stopped for a moment and rubbed the back of her neck a little bit thinking for a moment of this predicament. Quickly she decided she could make due with the comfort of her office tonight as a place to rest. Wasn’t as if she’d get into any sort of trouble for it – she’d fallen asleep at her desk many times before.

If anything, she’d just have horrible morning breath tomorrow when she woke up unable to do a thing about it.

With a large yawn she marched forward to her office that unfortunately was quite ways away from the soldier’s rooms. The silence was welcoming as she hurried her way forward ignoring all shadows that twitched in the moonlight or under the candle lights that lit the hallways. Sometimes they would play tricks on her mind and represent unpleasant things that would stir memories from the battlefields. Things she would like to keep to the far back corners of her mind and not relive any horrors that she was forced to witness.

Yet again…it was hard to feel fear when your emotions felt blocked constantly.

Coming to her door she’d slowly unlock it and push it open and closed it with a tired sigh. Her eyes drifted to the uncomfortable couch that sat to the side in her office, and then to her desk and chair that were also uncomfortable. Both options were going to give her a poor nights sleep, it was just a means of how could she make it comfortable enough to fall asleep.

Lifting a hand to her mouth as she yawned again she grabbed one of the tiny dinky pillows that laid on her couch putting it to the arms rest laying down. Her coat would act as her blanket for the night to try and keep her somewhat warm as she tried to adjust her position as much as she could. The couch was hard and uncomfortable, but it was better than sleeping hunched over her desk she supposed.

It was just the question of: was she going to wake up with some back pain or pain in other parts of her body?