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persorene · 7 years

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Into the Unknown; Chapter 26

*headcanon that comes into play later in this chapter; among his many other talents, Dwyer is a decent musician.*

“Mom, I can go. I can do it.” Dwyer said quietly.

The leader of their ragtag army was sitting on the floor, cradling her youngest son to her chest as he slept, her copper hair falling over him and hiding him from view. She looked from her husband who was crouching beside her to her eldest son who stood in the corner of the room, anxiously twirling his staff in his hands. The exhiled princess kept her voice to a whisper “Dwyer, sweetheart, I don’t know if I’m comfortable with you going out on missions alone. I’ve had enough of a scare over your little brother today. It’s a lovely offer, but-”

“Mom. Look, I know you think I’m helpless but I’m not. You and dad need to stay here with Kana, it was the first time he’s ever turned. And with the stress of the attack… he probably won’t wake up for awhile. But the skies change in two days. We were due to meet Xander and Leo any time now, and now we’re hiding out in a forest. If I don’t go, they won’t ever find us here and we won’t gain Nohr’s support. Having Ryoma and Hinoka backing us helps so much, but you know we need them too.”

Jakob was swelling with pride. His son never took initiative on his own, and while he certainly didn’t want to put their oldest son in harm’s way, he also couldn’t refuse the offer. “Corrin.” Jakob began. His wife turned her face to him, her fingers mindlessly stroked Kana’s silky white locks as she listened. “Darling, I don’t want him in danger either. But, he does have a point. We can’t allow an alliance with Nohr to slip through our fingers. Dwyer is a skilled boy, he can make it to the canyon safely and retrieve your brothers. He can take a party along with him. Surely we can spare the forces while we wait here for Kana to come around.” He chuckled grimly as he looked at his beloved princess and their son in her arms “Besides, if anyone dare threaten my family they’d have to face me.”

Corrin returned her eyes to their older son “Do you promise me you will be more careful than you have ever been before?”

“Mother, when have I ever been reckless?”

“Never dear, however, you are my precious son and if something were to happen to you I-” she shook her head “No. I can’t even think about it.”

The teenager stepped across the room and stood next to his parents and brother, he lay a hand on top of his mother’s head to comfort her “Momma, I promise you I will be safe. I can do this.”

She nodded and grabbed his hand in her own, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles “I know, my love. However, if you aren’t home by tomorrow afternoon I’m coming after you.”

Dwyer smiled, revealing the dimples in his cheeks, his eyes slowly drifted from his loving mother to father “Dad?”

“Yes son?” The butler looked up, his long white bangs hung over his left eye, the other was focusing intently on the lanky teen.

Dwyer tapped his fingers together quickly, his eyes shifted about nervously “I, um, I know I don’t like to ask for your help and I know this was my idea so if you’d rather not help me, I understand but, I was just wondering if you’d- Y'know, since I’ve never gone on a mission by myself before I just thought…”

“I’ll help you.” Jakob chuckled slightly “I’d never send my son off unprepared.”

The boy smiled slightly “Thanks pops.”

“Come on, we need to get you ready.” Jakob stood and motioned for his son to follow him out the door and into the courtyard.

“Dwyer! I mean it young man, if you even think something looks or feels off, you come straight back home.” Corrin called after him.

Dwyer slowed to a stop and turned back toward his worried mother “Mom, do you really think dad would let me go if it was risky?”

She shook her head, he certainly would never put any of them in danger of any sort “No, but still, you are my son. I’m just worried. I know you’re a capable boy, but to me, you’re still my baby.”

He threw a smile at her, revealing his dimples and soothing her instantly “I know mom. I’ll be careful, I promise.”

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Jakob stood next to his son in the armory, twirling a dagger between his fingers and watching as the light glinted off of its surface “You’ll take your daggers.”

“But, dad, I’m not a fighter I’m-”

“A healer. Yes, I am aware. However, your staff won’t help you if things go wrong or if you get into a dangerous situation. But with a dagger, you don’t need to be tremendously precise-” he paused and flung the dagger he’d been holding across the room, with a thud, it landed it’s hit and stuck in one of the training dummies near the wall “but speed may just save you.”

Dwyer rolled his eyes “Yeah, okay, but you are skilled. You could throw blind folded and still kill someone. Even if I’m fast it won’t help if I completely miss the target.”

With a heavy sigh, Jakob held out the sheath of daggers for his son “Damn it Dwyer, don’t be so stubborn. I don’t care if you never use them, but for my peace of mind and your mother’s, would you please at least keep them on you. Gods, if your mother thought for even a second that I let you go out on your own with no way to defend yourself she’d-”

Dwyer groaned and quickly snatched the leather bundle from his father’s hands "Fine. Whatever.“ he opened his satchel and began to stuff the weaponry inside.

“No. On your leg, where they go, where you can actually get to them if you need them.”

“Dad!” he angrily shouted.

Jakob folded his arms across his chest and cast an icy glare toward Dwyer “If you don’t wear them properly, you won’t go.”

“Gods.” the teen grumbled as he fastened the holster around his upper thigh “There, happy?”

“Not really, but that’s better. Now, about your group, I was thinking we could send you with-”

“I thought I was doing this alone?” Dwyer interrupted.

Jakob laughed slightly, he hadn’t meant to but it escaped him before he could stop it “No, not alone. Alone as in without your mother or myself, yes, but not by yourself. I’m not sending my inexperienced teenage son out into a battlefield entirely on his own.”

“But, I can handle it. And it isn’t a battlefield, I’m just finding Xander and Leo and bringing them back here.”

“And if you run into trouble? Or an army?” Jakob asked, his tone becoming sharper with each argument.

Dwyer lifted his staff, casting a light around himself and temporarily disappearing from sight “Problem solved.” his disembodied voice answered.

“And if you’re attacked on sight because they were expecting your mother?” He sighed and rolled his eyes “Make yourself visible again, I can’t talk to someone I can’t see.”

“Why would they attack me?” Dwyer asked, disregarding his father’s request and remaining hidden.

“Because this is a war, they don’t know you and they probably already think this is a trap.” The butler pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger “Dwyer. I-”

Interrupting again, Dwyer waved his staff and retracted his last stave, now visible once more “Dad. No. I want to show you and mom I’m not the little kid you think I am. If I do well, you trust me to do more around here, if not you may continue to coddle and shelter me.”

“I do not coddle.” Jakob said sharply.

“That’s what you got out of that?” Dwyer rolled his eyes, looking startling like his father in the process “Look, I gotta go. Mom only gave me until tomorrow afternoon. I’ll come home if something goes wrong. But it won’t so, bye pops.”

Dwyer shoved his way through the armory doors and trudged across the grounds toward the front gate. Jakob followed close at his heels “Dwyer, stop this.” he growled as he chased his son, his boots throwing up dust with each hastened stride.

The boy stopped in front of the gates, looking up the tower to the guard on duty.

“Hey, Silas. Let me out.” Dwyer shouted up to the young knight who was monitoring the doors.

Silas looked from the scraggly teenager to the elegant white haired man chasing close behind him, "Jakob?“ he questioned, hesitantly asking permission to comply with the boy’s request

The butler looked at his son, his lavender eyes darting back and forth as he seemed to search his child for any reason to say no.

"Dad, please.” Dwyer whispered softly “I can do it.” Though he would never admit it, he desperately wanted to impress his father.

Jakob growled, his stomach churned at the thought of letting his son leave on his own, but he was conflicted, he also felt tremendously proud that his child felt so compelled to contribute to the war effort. Dwyer was clever and skilled, he’d surely be wise enough to handle a simple scouting mission. Jakob closed his eyes and exhaled deeply “Open the gate.” He muttered.

Silas stated at him in confusion “Jakob? Are you sure? He’s just a kid and-”

Jakob shot a characteristically vicious glare at the knight “I don’t recall asking for your advice. I said let him out.”

Silas grimaced at the man below him “Fine.” He began to turn the pulley, slowly and loudly lifting the large wooden gate.

Dwyer stood staring at his father in disbelief, he had been certain he would never change his mind “Dad. Thank you.”

“Just, be careful. Do not make me regret this.”

Dwyer stared at his father a moment longer, he quickly threw his arms around him “You won’t. I promise. I’ll be careful.”

The older man awkwardly held his son in his arms, they had never had a particularly affectionate relationship and the exchange was unusual for them.

Dwyer pulled away from his father’s embrace, he smiled and raised a hand to wave at his dad as he turned and walked out of the safety of the fortress. Jakob stood in front of the gates as they closed, watching as long as possible as his son walked down the dirt path and off toward his first mission. As soon as the doors met and locked and the teenager was no longer in view, he regretted his decision to let him go. He spun on his heels and darted up the stairs to the watch tower. Reaching the top in seconds, he grabbed the front railing and lurched forward, focusing on the disappearing silhouette of the boy as he sauntered into the tree line “Shit.” he hissed through his clenched teeth as he stomped back down the stairs.

Silas had followed him, shouting hysterically as he tailed the butler “Jakob, Jakob! How could you send him off by himself like that? He’s a teenager. He could be kidnapped, or killed or-”

Jakob whipped around, even standing a step below the knight, he stood a bit taller “Shut up. I know what I did.” he barked viciously

He turned to walk away before the knight grabbed his shoulder, firmly locking him in place.

“Does Corrin know you let him go alone? How is she going to feel knowing you let her son out of the fortress with no protection?”

The white haired man stopped trying to pull away and turned back to the meddlesome man “In case you’ve forgotten he’s my son as well. How she and I raise OUR son is none of your business.”

“Raise him? You let him waltz out of here unarmed!” Silas shouted.

“Would you keep your damned voice down? I’m fixing it.” He swung back around and marched across the courtyard.

“How do you intend to do that?” Silas called after him.

Jakob ignored him and continued walking, he had a faint idea of how he was going to remedy his mistake. In the distance he saw who he was looking for, the twins, Kaze and Saizo. He nearly sprinted to them, Kaze addressed him first as he approached “What’s wrong? You seem… bothered.” he ran a hand through his green hair, as much as he tried to hide it, the butler made him slightly nervous.

Saizo however, did not share the same apprehension, rather he enjoyed tormenting the man “What’s got you spooked, lap dog?”

Jakob clenched his teeth, as much as he hated that nick name, he would have to ignore it for now. His need for their assistance outweighed his desire to fire back a snide comment. “I, I need a favour.” he whispered, the usual venom gone from his voice.

“What’s happened?” Kaze asked, worried by his acquaintance’s strangely out of character tone and posture.

Jakob nervously tossed his long white pony tail over his shoulder and spoke just as softly as before “I… I did something I shouldn’t have and I need help fixing it.”

“HA! You, asking for help? You must have really messed up. What’d you do?” Saizo sputtered between his bouts of laughter

“I let Dwyer out on his own for a mission.” he groaned.

The brothers fell silent and stared at him. Saizo spoke first “Why the hell would you do that?”

Jakob growled, he hated explaining himself to others ‘you need their help' he reminded himself. “I don’t know. I was proud of him for taking initiative and he was begging me. As tough as I am on him I do still have a soft spot for my sons.” he folded his arms over his chest and looked down at the ground, mindlessly nudging a rock over with the toe of his boot “Can you help me or not?”

“What do you need us to do?” The kinder twin asked.

Jakob exhaled a relieved sigh “I just, I need you to follow him and make sure he’s safe.”

“Alright, not a problem-”

“Wait.” Jakob interrupted “Can you make sure you remain unseen?”

“Why can’t you do it, lapdog?” Saizo asked, his gaze fixed on the Nohrian.

The usually hostile man fought the urge to roll his eyes “Obviously a butler doesn’t have the same skill-set as a ninja does. If I went he’d know I had followed him and he’s so damned determined to do this alone…” he let his voice trail off, the very last of his anger diminished and was replaced with worry “Please, please just help me. If something were to happen to him I’d… I’d never forgive myself.” his brows furrowed together as he spoke. He hadn’t raised his eyes from the ground yet. He rarely let his guard down and he felt terribly uncomfortable doing so, especially under such circumstances.

“We can do it. Where did he go?” Kaze’s voice was gentle and understanding. It hadn’t been long since he’d had a scare with his own daughter trying to take on too much by herself. He knew the fear well.

“Toward the Bottomless Canyon… he’s attempting to retrieve his uncles; Prince Xander and Prince Leo, I mean. It shouldn’t be terribly dangerous, but there are so many ways this could go wrong. They were expecting Corrin, and since she’s with Kana she couldn’t go, I’m afraid they’ll think it’s a trap and kill him on sight.”

“Understood. We’ll leave immediately.” Kaze said with a bow.

Jakob finally looked up “Thank you.” he muttered in passing as he walked back toward his home.

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Dwyer shuffled through the forest slowly. He progressed with caution and care as he’d promised to, straining to pinpoint each noise, every flickering shadow. The red head would rest a hand on his daggers at each disturbance, waiting until it had cleared before pushing forward. Kaze and Saizo watched him from the shadows, silently leaping through the expansive growth to keep the boy in their sights, all the while ensuring he never saw or heard a trace of them.

Twilight was beginning to settle as Dwyer entered the sparse thicket on the edge of the forest. Between the scragly trees and brush, a plume of smoke rose to the sky, the sounds of men chattering, the clash of metal gear and armor as well of the whinnies of horses poluted the once silent woods. Dwyer lowered himself to the ground, he peered through the thicket toward the cluster of purple and black tents that stood in a circular formation in the clearing 'This has to be the camp.‘

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“Where is she? She said she’d be here by now?” Leo grumbled, he was pacing the ground, stopping randomly to kick at a stick that was unlucky enough to be in his way.

Xander stood near him, scanning the tree line for any sign of his younger sister’s arrival “Patience brother.” He soothed.

The younger prince stopped pacing and shook his head “No. No, I don’t like this. It feels like a trap.”

“I don’t think she was lying, Leo. She seemed deeply distraught when we last spoke. You know she’s always worn her heart on her sleeve, so, I’m inclined to believe her.” Xander spoke matter of factly. A quick flash of copper amidst the dull green of the forest caught his eye. “Did you see that?” He asked, taking a step forward.

“No? See what, Xander?” Leo hadn’t been paying attention to much more than the meddlesome branch that was still stuck in his path.

“Look! There.” He held out an arm and pointed into the forest “Red hair, I think she’s here. Come on.” He began to jog swiftly toward the spot in the brush where he’d see the visitor.

Leo bolted after his brother “Xander! Stop, wait, what if it isn’t her?”

Xander chuckled “Have you ever seen anyone else with her hair colour?”

The young prince rolled his eyes “Hair colour isn’t definitive proof it’s her, and besides-”

“Corrin!” Xander called, interrupting his younger brother “Corrin, is that you?”

'Damn, they saw me' Dwyer thought to himself 'I don’t have much of a choice now. If I just stand here it’ll look even stranger. How do I even introduce myself? Hi, I’m your nephew, I was born last year and I’m nearly as old as you. I know I sound insane but please follow me through a dark forest, alone. That definitely won’t go over well…’

“Corrin?” Xander bellowed again.

'Well, I don’t suppose I can hide much longer' he sighed heavily 'Let’s get this over with.’

The teenager stepped out of the thicket and stood before his uncles. They looked just how he’d imagine they would, blonde and regal, the picture of Nohrian nobility. Xander held his gaze firmly, looking both perplexed and annoyed by this strange somber boy in front of him.

“I told you it was a trap! She didn’t even bother to show up!” Leo snapped. “We should get rid of him now.”

Hearing this from his hiding spot in a shadow nearby, Saizo grabbed a shuriken, ready to eliminate any threats to the boy. Kaze held his arm out, holding his brother in place to prevent any un-provoked attacks.

“Hush!” The older prince shouted. He quickly turned his attention back to the boy “Who are you?”

'Be smooth, Dwyer, you’ve got this.' "I’m Dwyer.“ He said confidently.

"Dwyer, did my sister send you?”

He nodded “She did.”

“And why could she not be here herself?” He questioned carefully, he was still leary of this stranger.

“A pressing issue came up, she’s at our camp. If you would be willing to accompany me, I can escort you to her.” Dwyer said firmly, feeling far braver than he usually did.

The burly prince stared at the teenager, studying him for anything that signalled a darker intent. He was thin and lanky. His skin was pale and he had dark rings around his grey eyes, his hair was shaggy and long and shimmered like new copper. The boy carried only a staff and a handful of small daggers. Dressed in all grey, he looked mournful and somber, but certainly not threatening. Xander couldn’t quite place it, but he also looked… familiar. He couldn’t pull his eyes from the young man that stood before him, something about him was so scarily reminiscent of someone he knew “Have- Have we met before?” he asked hesitantly.

Dwyer shook his head lightly, sending his copper hair flying as he did “No, we’ve never met.” he smirked slightly, looking up at his uncle “But, if you think I look familiar you’re right; I do.”

The prince twisted his mouth in confusion “I beg pardon, but I don’t follow.”

“Oh come on, you called me her name, didn’t you?”

“Corrin? What about her…” his voice began to falter. What he was implying, it couldn’t possibly be true. He tried something more rational “You’re one of her biological siblings?”

Dwyer shook his head “Nope.”

“Then… then-”

“She’s my mother.” Dwyer quietly answered.

Leo let out a breathy growl “Liar! That’s physically impossible, you look like you’re nearly my age and Corrin is barely older than I am.”

Dwyer smirked again “I can explain it to you along the way, if you’ll accompany me back to our fort.”

Xander stepped forward “If this is a trap-”

“I assure you it isn’t. Why would I kill my own uncles?”

Leo hissed again “Uncles.” he mumbled sarcastically under his breath.

The high prince bowed his head and sighed “I’ll go with you. But, I want answers.”

“Xander! You can’t be serious! A stranger walks out of the woods muttering nonsense and you agree to follow him?” his younger brother shouted.

“I am serious, I- I think I believe him.” He looked over his shoulder to his brother “I don’t know why, but I trust him. So, I’m going with him. If it’s a trap it will be dealt with swiftly, if he’s telling the truth, then… then he’s my nephew and I at least owe it to him to check for myself.” he turned his attention from his brother to the stranger in front of him “As you heard, I will go with you. Give me just a moment to ready my horse, our retainers and some supplies and we’ll be on our way.”

Dwyer tucked an arm over his torso and bowed “I appreciate your cooperation.”

The sky had fallen black with night as the party traversed the forest “Shouldn’t we be setting up camp for the night? Traveling at this hour is madness.” Leo whined from the back of their group.

“Er… no.” Dwyer muttered “My mother only gave me until noon tomorrow to get back home before she went out searching for me… at this rate we might make it back in time, but if we stopped we wouldn’t.”

Xander rode slowly alongside the teenager. He glanced down at the boy, in the dim light he was casting from his staff, he looked even more grim than he had in the twilight. 'How is any of this even possible? If you didn’t look so much like her I wouldn’t have believed you… but her features are there.' The prince who was always so confident suddenly had to muster up courage to address the gaunt young man “So, Dwyer? How did you- I mean, how are you this… old?”

Dwyer chuckled softly “I did promise to explain that, but, it may be a lot to take in.” he looked up to his uncle to gauge his reaction, he nodded for the boy to continue and so he began “I was actually born last November. But, when I was a couple of weeks old, our fort was raided and an attempt on my life was made by the Nohrians, likely ordered by King Garon after he had learned of my birth. My dad managed to save me but it was a close call, too close for my parents to be comfortable with. So, Azura, you may remember her, she had been kidnapped from Nohr several years ago, anyway, Azura told them about something called a deep realm. I would be safe from the war there, but basically, time in the deep realms passes by much more quickly, so while in your time I was born over a year or so ago, I am now physically and mentally around sixteen. And I will stay this way until this time catches up with my body, at which point I will begin to age normally again.”

Xander had no idea what to say to that, it was overwhelming to say the least, but it had raised a question he couldn’t believe he’d not asked yet “You said your father saved you… who is your father?”

Dwyer laughed again “Guess!”

“What? Why should we have to guess?” Leo griped.

“Well, we have a quite a fair distance left, it would pass some time… plus I’d like to see who you think he is.” the boy taunted.

“It does sound like a rather entertaining game, master. We can call it 'Who screwed your sister?’” Niles, who’d been silently taking in this disaster of a family reunion, piped up playfully.

“Would you shut up and behave in a normal manner for at least five minutes?!” Leo barked to his eccentric retainer.

Xander ignored the banter between his brother and the archer who guarded him. He was far too busy watching the boy, looking for features he could separate from Corrin’s, and there was something there, something he recognised but couldn’t quite place. “Well, firstly, have I met him before?”

“Yup.” he grinned.

“Nohrian then?”

“I won’t tell you which country he was originally from. That would be too much to work with.”

Leo growled again “So what? I’m supposed to guess between all of your mother’s growing ranks of dissenters and try to figure out which one she slept with?”

“You’re rather snarky, aren’t you?” Dwyer teased, ignoring the younger prince’s complaints.

“Oooh…” Niles cooed “He’s funny. I like him.”

Leo rolled his eyes “Fine. Is it that damned knight Silas, he was always so fixated on her and I heard he’d joined her rebellion last year.”

“Nope, good guess though, he is rather fond of my mother, but he has found a wife of his own finally.” he laughed “Let’s make this more interesting, you get two more guesses, if you don’t guess correctly by then, you don’t find out until we get there. I think it’ll be funny to see your reaction when we arrive.”

Xander smirked back at him “I accept your challenge. As for my guess… well,Elise has been with your mother for some time now, her retainer Arthur?”

Dwyer folded over, laughing hysterically. He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye “Hahaha, Arthur?! Nooo, oh dear, no. That was… not a good guess.”

“I’ll be honest, I’m out of ideas. Your mother couldn’t have had many Nohrians with her around when you’d have been conceived. And, besides her siblings, I don’t know any Hoshidans." Xander paused "Any ideas Leo?”

His younger brother huffed angrily “No, besides, I don’t really care. For all we know he isn’t even her son.”

Xander rolled his eyes at his brother “Alright last guess, that green haired ninja that I’ve seen following her?”

Dwyer shook his head “Nope, not even close.”

“Well, a good leader knows when to surrender and I think it’s time I give up.” Xander chuckled warmly “This should be an interesting surprise.”

They continued on in silence for awhile, the only sounds were the chirps of insects in the dark and the shuffle of the hooves and feet amongst the undergrowth.

“So, is your mother a good leader? Do they like her?” Xander asked softly.

“Yeah, everyone really loves her. She does great with them, they listen to her and trust her and I dunno… it just works I guess.” the teenager muttered as he walked.

“Well, I’m pleased to hear that. It sounds like she’s really come into her own.”

Dwyer nodded and returned to silence as they traveled further.

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The sun was high in the sky as the group reached the walls of the fort. On the watch tower stood a tall, thin man dressed in various blacks and purples. His long hair was tied back neatly and he seemed to have been waiting for them.

“Is that Jakob?” Xander asked “I didn’t know he was still with your mother. I thought they’d gotten separated before she was kidnapped…”

“That’s him. He found her and never left her side.” Dwyer answered.

“You should’ve known he’d never leave her.” Leo said off handedly as they strode closer to the gates “They’ve always been inseparable.”

The gates began to open and Jakob sprinted down the stairs, he was standing in the way of the group as they tried to enter “Dwyer! Your mother is hysterical. I’ve held her off from leaving as long as I could but she’s convinced something happened to you.” he called out before the boy even reached him.

Dwyer jogged up to him “What? What time is? She gave me until noon.”

Jakob pulled his pocket watch from his vest “It’s four past twelve.” He said quickly.

“… I’m only four minutes late.”

“Yes, but she’s been trying to form a search party since ten this morning. You know how she can be. Come on, I need to get you back to her before she actually tries to leave.”

“Jakob!” Xander boomed, interrupting the exchange "Good to see you’re still working for my sister.“

He bowed slightly "Yes, milord, it’s excellent to see you again however, I must get back to Corrin so if you’d excuse me for just a moment.”

'Since when does he not use her title?' Xander cast a glance to his brother who hadn’t even seemed to notice the lack of honorific, he was busy staring in awe after learning Dwyer had been telling the truth. 'I suppose she doesn’t really have one anymore though. And, it is a war after all, I’m sure the formality between master and servant is gone.’

“Wait, is Kana okay? Did he ever wake up?” Dwyer grabbed Jakob’s shoulder and stared at him nervously.

The butler nodded softly, a light smile adorned his lips “Yes, he woke this morning. He’s doing fine, he’s still a bit groggy but that’s to be expected.”

A delighted look spread across the young man’s face “Thank goodness… I was worried about him.”

'Who on Earth is Kana? Dwyer’s father maybe? But why would he call him by name like that…“

"Dwyer, you need to find your mother now. Please.” Jakob said firmly “I never should have let you go in the first place.”

'Why would he have had any say in what Corrin’s son does?’

“But dad, I did it. I got them here and I’m in one piece.” Dwyer interjected.

'DAD?! Jakob is his father? How could that be? I’d have never guessed… I knew he had adored Corrin, but… fathering a child with her?’

“Wait, dad?” Leo butted in, asking the question Xander had thought.

Niles sounded overly pleased with the drama “Oooh, scandalous~” he crooned.

Jakob sighed heavily “Yes, Dwyer and Kana are our sons.”

“You have two sons with my sister?” Xander blurted out before he could stop himself.

“Yes, now, I need to get him back to Corrin.” he motioned for Dwyer to follow him as he turned and walked toward a large tree in the center of the courtyard. He stopped walking and turned back toward them “I’ll be back in a few moments to help all of you get settled in.”

The pair quickly ascended a spiral staircase up the side of the massive tree and entered a door on the top balcony, disappearing from view.

Xander turned to his brother who seemed just as dumbfounded as he did “Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting that…”

“Wasn’t expecting what, dear?” A familiar voice met his ears, he turned quickly to see his sister walking toward him. It had been over a year since he’d last seen her.

“Camilla!” he leapt from his horse and darted toward her, wrapping her in a hug “How have you been?”

“I’ve never been better. Oh, look at you two. We’re all back together again. I couldn’t be happier. I need to find Elise, she’ll be thrilled to see you.” Camilla wiped her eyes on her palm, careful not to smear her always perfect make up in the process.

“Yes, but, first… How long have Corrin and Jakob been in a relationship?” Xander asked, his eyes had drifted back his sister’s tree house.

Camilla giggled slightly “Oh, they’re married, they have been since before I arrived. In fact when I joined her, she was pregnant with Dwyer. I delivered him and Kana.”

“Are they happy?”

“Yes, of course they are, has he ever let her go unhappy?” she asked slyly “I wasn’t pleased at first either, but they have the most loving relationship. He’s still Jakob of course, so he can be well, himself, but he’s an incredible husband and father to them. And the boys are absolutely darling. You’ve met Dwyer, obviously, and he’s… a bit dark but he’s kind, selfless and has a heart of gold. Kana is a little ray of sunshine, he looks just like his dad but he inherited Corrin’s ability to become a dragon. You’ll absolutely adore them.”

“Huh, so I have two nephews.” Xander mused.

“And a niece!” Camilla said through a warm smile.

“Wait. What!?” Leo finally spoke up, he sounded absolutely flabbergasted “Did you have a baby too?”

“Oh me? Goodness, no. But, Elise did. She had Velouria a few months ago”

“Elise. Our baby sister… had a baby?” Xander mumbled.

“She’s sixteen now, and she’s married. Though I should point out that Keaton, her husband, isn’t human. He’s a wolfskin. I thought, it might be better if you hear it from me before you see them."

"Any other life altering information you feel like sharing?” Leo groaned.

Camilla lightly patted his hand “No to worry dear, I know this place is overwhelming but it’s one big family. You’ll come to love it.”

The prince’s and their retainers had set up their quarters and settled in. Dinner hadn’t been as uncomfortable as they had expected. The brothers sat by Camilla and watched the group’s members from a distance. Leo focused on his sisters, Elise seemed overwhelmingly happy with the wolf-man she was eating with, teasing him playfully and tugging his steak away from him as he begged her to give it back. She giggled and dropped it back for him, scratching him behind the ears as she did. He licked her face lovingly in return and then nuzzled her flushed cheeks. Leo decided she had found someone absolutely perfect for her, he seemed to be able to handle her playful nature better than anyone else could’ve. As for Corrin, she sat proudly at the head of the table, her husband lightly brushed her hair back from face and tucked it behind her ear. Planting a kiss on her cheek, he smiled at her and returned quietly to his meal. Dwyer sat beside them, rolling his eyes at their affection, but he was smiling, he thoroughly enjoyed seeing his parents happy. Kana was pushing the food on his plate into strange shapes before laughing heartily and eating, dropping random pieces of food on his oversized neckerchief in the process. The prince smiled once more, his ealier apprehension had passed, Corrin had made a life for herself here and her family was stunning. Maybe Camilla had been correct, perhaps he would get used to it.

Xander already seemed to be overcoming his wariness. He was chatting cheerfully with the various members of the army, in particular, a small Hoshidan farmer had taken to him. Her cheeks flushed everytime he smiled at her or glanced in her direction.

After dinner a large fire had been started and various members of the army had gathered around, laughing and talking and drinking. Dwyer, who seemed to be rather introverted in other occasions, had begun to strum a few chords on his guitar and was crooning a soft song. His younger brother was sitting beside him, clapping along to the beat. Jakob was holding Corrin to his body, rubbing her shoulder and laughing at something she’d said. Her cheeks were flushed and she was clearly content. Having her entire family, Hoshidans, Nohrians and everything in between, together again made her unspeakably happy. For the first time in ages, she had hope that this war would end. It had to.

“Can you believe it?” She whispered into Jakob’s neck.

He smiled and kissed the top of her head “No, I can’t. And I’m so proud of Dwyer.”

She giggled “I never thought I’d hear you say that!”

“Well, he really impressed me. And your siblings, all eight of them, took our marriage well. Actually, they seem to be taking all of this well.” He rubbed her shoulder again “If everything continues to go this smoothly we could be finished with this awful war before we know it."

"I hope so… I hope they all take the rest of this well. I feel like getting them to jump off a bridge after me may not go as wonderully."

"Darling, you are their leader as you are my leader, we all follow you. Where you go, we all go. You’ve earned their trust. They’ll believe you.” He stared at his sons as they continued to sing, their adoptive grandfather Gunter, was watching them and cheering on their performance. Jakob sighed happily “I think everything is going to be fine. Everything you do is perfection after all.”

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But If I'm a real boy I got my face hacked off and shrunk to reach the airflow in my nose but listen, at least I am not from where I live. People as Sprinkles At first any newly author's voice pows my inability, it is not any comprehended for at least four years or all just watching with ashley vino who has perched downtown for several days says what day will I be taking you in my drowned arms so your emotions can be ungagged and unleashed, ashley I am not trying to remember ungenerously or deceive that way, just take me home without. 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Ital harsh warrior solidity breathing through your haaands ahhhhhh ital your life thought it was made of didn't I wreck yez better believe it and so fucking what you terrorist you grace allegiant cross-bones heartfelt by sandy all-feelinged fishes who breeeaaathe Stop. MY NAME'S COLIN I ORCHESTRATE THE FORESTS AND PERFORM FOR WILD LOVED LANDS HAVE YOU ENCOUNTERED MY CAAAAAMP where I sleep in theatres of ivy bow, bye, kiss, bye, hi

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