This choice: Guinevere to the rescue? • Go Back... *More dark stuff to start off with. Things will (hopefully) be less grim/morbid after this chapter. This chapter gets a bit more comedic towards the end at least*
Cecilia had retired for the night, leaving Guinivere to her own devices.
The princess of Bern hadn't slept well in almost two weeks. Not since she'd made the decision to flee the royal palace of Bern in the dead of night with her handmaid and little more than the clothes on her back.
And the royal seal of Bern, a gem more precious than any other.
The Fire Emblem.
Guinivere was, despite what many people might've thought, not a spoiled princess. She was highly-educated in many subject, was gifted in magic, and quite talented all-around. Of course, it was hard to compare oneself to her older brother, whom in his earlier years had been praised as a once-in-a-century prodigy...
Well, she was getting of topic. The point was, Guinivere's studies and magical talent told her that there was something magical about Bern's greatest treasure.
She did not know what exactly, but she did know it was worth spiriting away from Zephiel's clutches.
Once, she'd hoped to return it to him when he came to his senses and ceased with this horrible bloodshed.
Now? Guinivere had a sinking feeling that the gem would remain hers. She couldn't get the images out of her head of so many slain soldiers...
Worst of all had been Roy's horrified reaction to the sight of his closest friend's broken body. The shriek that had torn from his lips at the sight of Lilina's corpse would likely haunt her dreams to come for many nights.
As it was, Guinivere was currently pacing down the halls of Ostia's castle in the dead of night, nothing more than a thin nightgown covering her undergarments. One might consider it extremely un-princessly to go about dressed in such a scandalous state, but right now Guinivere's mind was far from such unimportant things.
If nothing else, wandering the castle at night barely-dressed couldn't be any worse than spiriting away Bern's royal treasure concealed in her bosom.
It wasn't like the dresses she normally wore had pockets. Where else was she supposed to keep it? As it was, it seemed that her bosom was becoming increasingly frequently the storage space for such a lofty treasure.
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Guinivere's footfalls made barely a sound on the stone floor of the hallway, clad in only her thin slippers. She didn't know why she'd chosen this path, but she'd ended up going down the pathway in the castle that led to Roy's room.
Curious.
The door was ajar. The sight lifted Guinivere's heart- had Roy finally begun to recover from his grief?
*Crash*
Guinivere's heart leapt into her throat at the sound of glass breaking- coming from inside Roy's room! Uncaring of her rather inappropriate attire, Guinivere dashed forwards, intent on coming to Roy's aid.
It was fortunate that she didn't hesitate, as just as Guinivere slammed open the door, a hooded figure in a dark robe whirled around, hissing. Roy had been caught unawares- the figure had crept into his room while the heir of Pherae slept, and Guinevere could still see the faint aura of magic surrounding the boy. He must have woken up at the likely unpleasant feeling of magic being used on him, and had attempted to fight back...
Hence why there was a glass from his nightstand now shattered on the floor. He'd seized the closest thing on hand and thrown it at the mysterious figure before falling unconscious.
"What did you do to him?!" Guinivere demanded. She was in no mood to play games with whoever this was, not when the situation was so tense. Not when she blamed herself for Roy's friends and family dying.
She'd protect him.
The mysterious figure said nothing, but one pale hand raised, crackling with elder magic. The spell rebounded off of Guinivere's hastily raised shield of glimmering light, turning into a scorch mark on the wall. Then...
Guinivere's eyes widened, and she only barely extended the magical barrier in time to cover Roy as another blast of magic was sent at him!
"How could you?! He can't fight back!" Guinivere yelled, furious that this person would stoop so low as to attack an unconscious, defenseless child young man.
The figure raised one hand, this time not charged with magical energy, and wagged it in Guinivere's direction.
The blackhearted fiend was mocking her! Before her eyes, magical energy swirled about the figure, and in a flash of light, they were gone!
Warp magic! This was no common hedge wizard. Magic like that took talent, practice, and effort to master. Whoever this was had been a dark mage of considerable skill.
But why target Roy? As the heir of Pherae he was no doubt an important target, but...
Cecilia was the governess of Lycia, and Guinivere herself was the princess of Bern. They were both more important targets then one 15-year old boy. No offense to Roy.
Speaking of...
"Roy! Roy, wake up!" Guinivere cried, desperately trying to rouse the downed boy. It was no good- whatever magic that figure had cast on him was...
What?!
Before Guinivere's eyes, Roy was... receding? No, that wasn't it- he was shrinking! Before the stunned princess's eyes, the young prince of Pherae dwindled in size until he was no bigger than her thumb! Fortunately, his sleeping clothes had shrunken with him, sparing both him and Guinivere from a great deal of embarrassment.
"Urgh..."
Realizing that he might've been hurt, Guinivere channeled magic into her hands- she had no staff on her, but she was experience enough with healing staves that she could cast basic healing magic without the need of a staff.
It seemed to soothe Roy, thankfully, and momentarily his eyes flickered open.
"W-what... Princess Guinivere? What happened? You're so big... Am I... dreaming?" It was clear the boy was having trouble believing what he was seeing- Guinivere couldn't blame him. No doubt with the size difference between them she looked like a giantess out of some fairy tail.
"I'm afraid not. Whoever that was... their magic did this to you, Roy. I'm sorry! I wasn't quick enough to get here in time!" Guinivere bowed her head in shame, regretting that she couldn't have driven off that mysterious interloper before they'd worked there dark magic on Roy.
Roy's cheeks colored slightly, and with a gasp and a slight blush Guinivere finally remembered that she wasn't exactly dressed to be in public.
"Eek! Er... It's alright, Roy. Your safety comes before my decency." Guinivere sighed, doing her best to cover her not-too-small, not-too-large bosom from his eyes. The fabric of her brassiere was clearly outlined through the thin, white nightgown she wore... not that she believed Roy would look. He may have been a teenage boy, and she a young woman of renowned beauty, but he was still a polite young lad raised as a proper gentleman.
"R-right... What now, Princess Guinivere?" Roy asked, looking around his room. There wasn't much he could do like this- at his size, with nothing but his shrunken pajamas he was more helpless than a mouse being dragged along by a hungry cat.
Gently picking up the tiny teen, Guinivere took charge of the situation. At least this new predicament seemed to have shaken Roy enough that he'd momentarily stopped thinking about Lilina, Hector, and Eliwood's deaths...
Small mercies.
Cupping Roy protectively in her hands, Guinivere did her best to put a serious (but not intimidating) look on her face.
"Did you catch a good look at whoever did this to you, Roy? I couldn't see anything, it happened so fast..." Guinivere muttered, wishing she'd been more observant. It was hard to blame her- she'd been more focused on saving Roy and herself at the time.
Even at his tiny size, there was no mistaking the way Roy's cheeks grew pink. How unexpected- Guinivere's eyebrows raised, realizing that Roy must've seen something... well, unusual.
"Er, well... I did see something, princess. But... it's not the kind of thing that boys should talk about in front of girls. Princesses least of all!" Roy's blush only darkened at his words, and Guinivere felt her own cheeks warming up. With a cough, she cleared her throat before pushing on.
"I-I see... well, regardless of that, any detail might help identify your attacker, and allow us to cure your 'condition.' Please, if you saw anything noteworthy it must be mentioned!"
"Er... um..." Roy was floundering now, his face visibly red. Oh dear... Guinivere knew her own cheeks were burning by now, but she couldn't let this go, not when it was their only lead.
"Roy... if it helps, try forgetting for one moment that you're a noble and I'm a princess. Say... pretend that we're just two commoners meeting in a tavern. What might you say about your attacker?"
That did the trick- though Roy's next words were uttered while his face matched his hair in color. Blurting it out, Roy all but shouted-
"C-chest! I-I mean... T-there's no way anyone could mistake that figure. She had a very... um... well she had quite a noticeable figure! Before she cast that spell on me, she did something that left me awake but paralyzed. I got enough of a look at her that I could tell that, er... even with such a thick robe on, the attacker was a very, um... 'womanly' woman."
Oh my! Guinivere was certain that her own cheeks now likely matched Roy's in color. B-but... she'd trust Roy. He was hardly the kind of young man to let salacious thoughts cloud his mind.
I-if he said that the intruder was a woman possessing a bosom large enough that it protruded out from her otherwise all-obscuring robes, she'd take his word for it.
Cheeks flushed, Guinivere responded.
"W-well... That's... I suppose having an, er... 'distinguishing physical trait' would be helpful in identifying the culprit..." Guinivere stated, doing her best to push her embarrassment to the side.
"Y-yes, I suppose that's true."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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