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Prince of Fire Emblem: Gray Waves

A princess with a poker face, Yukimura thought, as Yanagi took away the tea cups and retreated to where the rest of his entourage waited near the doorway.

He had open across the small negotiating table a letter from Princess Azura's stepfather, promising him that he would make her marriage as valuable to him as if she were his own flesh and blood. King Garon had a reputation that his own children shrank from, even as they bowed to his every whim. Azura didn't have the same fawning, wincing air as Garon's own children, from what Yukimura remembered of the spy reports. She looked placidly into his eyes.

"You pushed for this?" he asked, bluntly.

"No, milord," said the princess calmly. "Having just returned to Nohr after a long stay in Hoshido, I was as surprised as you."

Was she lying to him? She'd appeared at the gates of his castle alongside a delivery of flowers and wine for the ball celebrating Marui and Lissa's engagement, accompanied by her stepfather's offer of her hand and a ne'er-do-well with an axe as large as his body.

"He's this eager to get rid of you?"

"Or to gain your goodwill," she answered delicately.

Was she lying to him? The timing angered him immensely.

"By sending you here? Customarily, the pleasure of the bride's company is withheld until the marriage has been satisfactorily arranged."

"Your refusal is noted," she said, not without a certain heaviness.

His eyes narrowed. An outright refusal, in front of the man with the axe... his head burned. Could he afford to refuse Garon's offer without at least the pretense of consideration? Was she simply manipulating him into making a mistake?

"I said no such thing," he answered tightly. She inclined her head apologetically. "But my concern is with the engagement of my own princess, which you're interfering with."

She didn't contest his choice of verb, and his blood boiled.

"Like your princess, I am at the mercy of kings," she said. "I mean no disrespect to Lady Lissa."

But do you mean her harm? he wondered. Did Azura mean to displace her? The king's wife was necessarily given more authority than the king's sister. Yukimura didn't want that. He didn't want a wife for his own sake, there was nothing left within him that could love or cherish the princess before him nor any other, and he certainly didn't want a queen, who'd expect to see her own child on his throne in due time.

A queen would displace Lissa in the hierarchy of the court, and an heir would do the same in the line of succession. A perfect sabotage of his failsafe. A waste of Marui's and Lissa's sacrifices both-- not to mention the hints he'd tried to give them during their dance practice for tonight.

He had to play this intelligently-- even if he was starting late. He swallowed back the venom and vitriol he felt for this interloper and, hating himself for the debasement, stood, only to bow to her gallantly.

"Enjoy with us the festivities already planned," he said, more instructing than inviting. "We can talk more when I've discharged the business already in front of me."

"Yes, milord," she said, opaque as an iron wall.

Felicia -- delighted to be visited by a princess of her native land -- quickly escorted Azura and Hans, the axe man, to their lodgings, and Yukimura turned to his friends, pale and glowing with displeasure.

"I want to know why Nohr chose now to do this," he said, "but I will settle for what I should do to them in retaliation."

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The joke makes her smile, even as she can hear her inner Maribelle bewailing the tackiness of complimenting a gift you bought. Lissa doesn't much see the point; clearly, the people around them were not lacking in excuses for hostility.

She frowned, as she tried to remember which hand to give and which foot to start on.

"Did you..." She didn't know how to put it into words; a quick glance around showed her plenty of people walking off the dance floor to talk amongst themselves.

"Did you know they'd be upset? I mean, are they actually surprised by what Seiichi did?"

For better or for worse, it's primarily Bunta's job to lead as the male partner, and he was fortunately a quick learner at dancing. He guides her hand into position and sets his hand at the small of her back, just like Yukimura instructed at the lesson. He takes a step in, closing the distance between them to mere inches, just like Yukimura instructed. He meets her eyes and focuses his gaze there as they start to dance, just like Yukimura instructed.

He won't lie, it almost works for what Yukimura is hoping for with it. If she were a little older, maybe this spark of feeling would be more than a light, pleasant tingle, like the moments after breathing too much oxygen. She does look enchanting in her dress, a ball gown fit for a princess with a splash of steampunk that hugged her torso and then flared out at the hips, but she still retained her cuteness in it. He likes that.

"Well, they don't know him like you and I do," he counters. "Is it bothering you?"

Her lips pursed and her cheeks puffed up with air.

"You answering a question with another question does," she huffed, and missed a step, and she really hoped nobody noticed, because she was able to skip to the next part pretty flawlessly.

"Did you know people wouldn't like you being my fiance? And if you did, why?"

Was there a need to get ruffled? He was just making conversation. Well, whatever. It's good she's asking questions about this if she doesn't already understand.

"It's human nature."

"It is not," she said, honestly confused. "Everybody likes you. And everybody likes my brother. They should have known he was going to choose someone he trusted, if he had to choose somebody-- I mean, I think he'd rather I just stay with him, and sometimes I think so too, but I do know there's more to the world than wherever he is."

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Bunta wishes he could bottle that innocence of hers and store it away somewhere safe. She's going to have to grow past it soon... ahhh, but it's so endearing!

"Well, you're right that I'm extremely well-liked, of course," he winks. "Hmm, but you're also right they seem pretty upset. What do you think is wrong?" He asks, wanting to encourage her to consider what she already knows and arrive at the answer herself.

Couldn't he just give her the real answer? In depth, with examples and citations?

But she tries to honestly think it out.

He seems to think it's as easy as human nature, but...

"They're not jealous, are they? I mean, I'm not exactly stunningly pretty or charming or graceful or important."

"Mmh, I see. You're just the princess of the kingdom and next in line to the throne. No one important."

Yes, Lissa, he is making fun of you.

"It's not that kind of 'next!'" she protested. "He's gonna get married and have lots of perfect little nieces and nephews for me to spoil, and everybody'll forget about little old me! I'm like, when your dress rips and you can't sew, so you pin it together and hope nobody notices."

"Oh, you can see the future so well! Do mine next."

She stepped on his foot, briefly, though she made sure it wasn't with the heel.

"Where's the fun in that?" she asked sweetly.

But she got serious again, or at least worried.

"Do they think you're gonna kill him as soon as you actually marry me or something? Would one of them do that?"

His expression barely falters with the step; anyone not watching for it would miss it.

"Well, even if you're right about never seeing the throne yourself, don't you think it's a big jump in wealth, status, and power for someone to become your spouse?"

"Seiichi's already paying you to be his friend," she said, a bit too meanly because she didn't want to let on how bothered she was by him being right.

"You'd think they'd be happy for you," she muttered. "If they were as kind to Seiichi as you are... and as tolerant of how weird he is... he'd give them good jobs, too."

"That's an adorable dream, Lissa-chan," Niou cut in with from a few feet away where he danced with Yagyuu, his expression like a cat's with a canary. "Now try thinking about what really makes the world go round."

Yagyuu's expression turned to one of disapproval. "Niou-kun, we mustn't eavesdrop on others' conversations. Still less insert ourselves into them."

"Don't pretend you weren't listening in, too." He chided right back, though with far more amusement and pleasure.

Yagyuu could only fluster and sputter in indignation, so Niou turned his attention back to Lissa with his usual lively eyes and secret-keeper's grin. "Dance with me next if you want the truth. I'll give you all the tea."

Marui had still only told her half the story, after all.

She bit her lip, then: "Next song, promise!"

The easy way out was tempting, but... at the same time, she didn't want to let Bunta down. If he thought she could figure it out.

She'd just use Masaharu-kun to check her work, she reasoned.

Lissa looked back at Bunta, thoughtful.

"Okay, okay, whatever, but you're Seiichi's friend. If he was gonna marry me off to somebody, of course it'd be someone he knows. They shouldn't be surprised if it's you or Masaharu-kun."

She waved at him, just then, because she'd want a dance from him even without the enticement of secrets.

Pretty sneaky, Niou. Well, it's probably for the best this way. No one can pop a balloon quite like that guy. He'll certainly enjoy opening her eyes more than Bunta.

"Absolutely. He won't allow anyone he doesn't know will treat you well, because his priority is you."

"You're so close but so far it's killing me, Lissa-chan," Niou playfully bemoaned.

Bunta ignored him and smiled. "You understand your brother's point of view on this matter well. Try theirs."

"Well, he's the king, they should be trying to see it from his point of view," Lissa said quickly, although she knew well enough that life wasn't as simple as that.

She thought back to the meeting announcing the set up. Genichirou had been really passionate about it. She'd never believed it was from any kind of feelings for her, and he wasn't the type to be jealous of Marui-- plus he knew it was a set up from the beginning. So, why?

She almost squirmed with discomfort, trying not to actually realize what she was realizing.

"Genichirou-kun thought he could do this whole thing better than you," she said, almost thinking out loud.

She has it backwards, he notices. It's the king's job to understand his people's point of view, because the king is the one with the power to impact lives. Much less frequently do the decisions of a king's people impact him-- and when they do, it tends to be a backlash against decisions the king made that his people hated.

Bunta doesn't comment on that part, since can see she's still mulling over the real question. Of course, when she does continue her reasoning, he has to fight back a snicker. As Niou just said: so close, but so far.

"Well, Sanada has a strong sense of duty. He has his own reasons for not wanting anyone but himself in my position."

"He'd be like this with any job that needed to be done, right?"

She glanced around the ballroom, looking for him, nooot exactly wanting to get caught talking about him.

"Yep. But especially this one."

This is actually a pretty good segue.

"Do you remember what Yukimura-kun said that made him so adamant it should be him?"

"I kinda stopped hearing after he said the really important part," she admitted.

But she tried to think back.

"That it's not lucky," she said, slowly. "But what's not lucky about it? If everybody wants it because I'm rich and my brother is the king... that's what makes it not lucky, is everybody else wanting it? But it's not going to make a difference; what Seiichi says goes, and..."

She frowned. And shot her brother an incredulous look that he may or may not have noticed, from where he still sat on the dais.

The music comes to a stop and shifts to something quicker-paced. Niou steps behind and across Marui. In one smooth, swift motion, he takes Lissa's hand from Marui's and guides it in a turn towards her back so that she pivots away from him. Niou glides right in to take his place and sticks his tip of his tongue out at Marui.

"First dance is over. Time to share."

Turning his attention to Lissa as he leads, he sends her a mysterious smile.

"Try to keep up now."

Lissa guiltily glances from left to right, before focusing all her attention on Masaharu-kun.

"I'm really trying, okay? I promise, I don't want to end up with another St. Rudolph incident!"

"Relax," he tells her. "This becomes a lot simpler if you think about it through the lens of power. That's the blood that pulses through all of politics and society more broadly."

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