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tsunmercenary · 3 years

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The Interview

“A pleasure to have you here, Severa..? Or is it Selena?”

An annoyed huff escaped her lips, crimson eyes rolling before glancing away from the interviewer sitting across from her. With crossed arms, impatient fingertips would tap endlessly against her sleeve.

“Does it really matter? Just call me Severa.. can we hurry up with the questions? This is a complete waste of time.”

“Of course, as you wish.. ahem. The first question.”

𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆?

An amused chuckle would slip past slightly parted lips, fingernails slightly pressing into the cloth of her sleeves. What a ridiculous question, one that would take no thinking or pondering to answer.

“You could say the destruction and utter hell hole my future has become. Endless war and brutality shaped the way I am today. But, I can’t give a shitty future all of the credit. I should be thanking my dear mom if anything for how far I’ve become.”

“Oh, that’s nic-“

“Don’t get it twisted and think I meant that in a nice and endearing way. I absolutely despised my mother. You’d think during war, dangerous times, you’d look after and care for your child. Reassure them that things would be alright, encourage them. Not my mother. My mother barely acknowledged my existence whenever 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘮 was around. She dedicated her entire life to him and gave no second thought for her own offspring.”

The slightly smug expression upon her lips had completely vanished, now being replaced with what could only be described as disgust and.. dare anyone say.. betrayal.

“Perhaps she meant well, but didn’t know how to show her feelings? All parents show affection and love differently..” the interviewer spoke quietly, composed for the most part in order to calm the red head down. In the right lighting, it’d almost seem as if her fiery crimson hair was actually in flames with anger.

“You don’t know my mother.. and funny enough, neither do I. All I know is her undying loyalty to Chrom. All I know, instead of warm hugs and smiles, the coldness of a shadow that could never claw my way out of, no matter how hard I tried. I’m here to show my worth and damn it, I will. I’m sick of being overshadowed and forgotten! My strength will finally be recognized without her getting in the way.”

After a few moments of venting, she’d take a deep sigh of frustration before setting back in her chair, eyes closing off from both the interviewer and the rest of the room.

“Next question.”

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬?”

“Pah! Who says I have weaknesses?? If you want me to do something, I’ll get the job done, enough said. I’ll eventually top all of your knights and mercenaries in due time. Just you watch, I’ll be the strangest. Then perhaps I’ll earn the approval of my mother.. tck, like I want it.”

“Alright then, Uhm, final question-“

“Thank gods..”

“..right.. well,

𝐈𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲?”

The red head fell silent. For the first time since the beginning of the interview, she had no outright answer this time. Instead of speaking quickly and readily, her eyes would look down to her arms, staring. The question would repeat over and over again in her head. “𝘐𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺?”

Perhaps, If she could really choose, she would take the role of her mother. It seemed absurd based on what the mercenary had previously spoken about her mother, yet, she considered it. Perhaps, even if it weren’t accurate, Severa would look at herself and give her some, any sort of form of acceptance and love. She’d give her a hug, tell her that things would be alright.. that she loved her. Grasp upon her sleeve would tighten a bit, so much so, that her sleeve developed wrinkles and her hand accidentally pinched skin. Shaking her head from such ridiculous thoughts, her red hues would meet those of the interviewer.

“I wouldn’t attend. A waste of time. I don’t need to relive any of that, no thanks.”

The mercenary stood from her chair, ignoring the hand that was extending out to shake her own.

“You know how to contact me. Do so if I’m accepted. Otherwise, farewell.”

@theofficersacademy

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Corrin lifted her little Kana-bean into the air, spinning him around happily before bringing him into a tight bear hug. Her cheeks were pressed against his as she hummed.

Oh how proud she was of him, finding each and every day she was with him special in itself but a birthday? Those days were incited joy like no other. Kana was growing, but to her, he’d always be her little bean. Did her over joyous celebratory dance possibly embarrass him? Perhaps..but in that moment, she didn’t care.

“I love you I love you I love you my Kana-bean, happy birthday!!”

// BIRTHDAY BOY BIRTHDAY BOY BIRTHDAY BOY

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Corrin couldn’t have been prouder of her son, seeing how far he’s come. She knew the hardships he’s gone through, ever since birth. From spending years in isolation, to immediately being thrusted into the heat of war. And afterwards? The little dragon couldn’t spend much time in peace as he was then sent to the officer’s academy. Although she knew most of what happened was out of her control and that Kana didn’t blame her, she couldn’t help but feel responsible.

His childhood was stripped away from him without hesitation. The things he’s seen undoubtedly scarred him for life, despite the smile she saw on his face. And no matter how tall he’s gotten, in her eyes, he’s still the little Kana bean that called out to his mother the day she left him in safer hands during the conflict of Nohr and Hoshido.

Corrin didn’t quite realize that her grip was a bit tighter than usual. Not enough to hurt him, but a protective grip, as if shielding him from everything he experienced, so desperately trying to protect his innocence. “Sure, honey.. I could stay like this all day. I missed you, I missed your voice, your hugs..”

Her chin was resting softly against the top of his head, arms wrapped around his smaller body. It took all of her will power, and then some, to resist picking him up and carrying him to the dorm like she used to when he was much smaller. Though, the queen of Vala was well aware of the embarrassment she’d put him through if any were to see.

“I want you to tell me everything, Kana bean.. no matter how long it is, I’m not leaving you again. I’m here to stay and that’s a promise.”

Homecoming (Kana-Corrin)

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Memories often flooded Corrin’s mind. Most of them were of happy, warmer times before the war. Playing with her siblings, calm and peaceful nights laying on the grass, under the stars. Although these gave the queen of Valla warm thoughts, she was also plagued by her mistakes.

One such mistake was the negligence of her son. She loved Kana ever so dearly and would move heaven and earth for him, yet, she knew some of the decisions she made regarding him were wrong in hindsight. Bringing a child into the heat of war and conflict was something she constantly beat herself up about. It was a cruel thing to rip a child’s innocence and childhood away from them for the sake of battle, yet she knew it couldn’t be helped.

Not only that, for a majority of his life, he lived in absence of his mother, and yet, here she was again, sending him away from her. Corrin wished times could be simpler. Lying in bed in the morning, her little bean wrapped in her arms with love. The Officer’s academy was better than sending him into seclusion for at least he’d have the social interaction of other students and peers. Something she lacked herself during her own childhood. Having experienced true neglect from her “father,” those thoughts was what really amplified her guilt in leaving him alone for so long and so often.

Not a day would pass without Corrin visiting Kana’s bedroom, sitting down next to the bed just like old times, where’d she run a hand through his hair to wake him from slumber. Finally, with a long sought out decision and an accepted application, she was headed to the monastery. She arrived there around lunchtime, having recently moved into her dorm before hearing the familiar pitter patter of feet.

She turned quickly to see her little dragon, running at full speed towards her. With open arms, she embraced the one person she longed for for so long. It brought tears to her eyes, arms wrapped around him and holding him against her frame. She never wanted to let him go ever again, the tears now flowing down her cheeks.

“The gods can’t even put into words how much I missed you. My heart aches every day I couldn’t see you!”

It was only at the tender age of eight that Kana joined the war; it was over after his tenth birthday, but the damage was done. Standing among the ranks of soldiers was no young dragon child, eyes brimming with life, but a hardened veteran with a soul far too old for the body in which it was housed.

Had he the choice, Kana would not change the decision he made to join his mother in the war. He’d rather have died fighting by her side than risk losing her and never finding out, left to wander alone in his Deeprealm, wondering when she would visit next.

As he melts into her embrace, the little dragon thinks that it was worth it, in the end.

( He’s taller than when he left. His chin rests nicely on her shoulder, nose burrowed in Corrin’s neck. )

“I can’t believe you’re actually here, mama,” he says, voice muffled against her skin. Gloved fingers tangle in her hair, gripping it in gentle fists. “I dreamed about when I’d see you again—but I always thought it’d be when I returned to Valla. I didn’t think you’d come here!”

Head tilts up, grey eyes peering up at her; they seem to glitter in the sunlight, the light of innocent love.

“I have so much to tell you about! All of my new friends, the adventures I’ve gone on—and I’ve gotten so much stronger! I can whoop the butts of most of the sword teachers!

"But… that can come later. Can we just stay like this, for a little while? I missed your hugs, mama.”

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His family holds a peculiar place in his mind. Resentment and love and trust all form a bond entirely unique to their circumstances. And it all centers on darling little Corrin. Perhaps that's unfair. He's long since pushed past whatever jealousy he harbored for Corrin's preferential treatment. Which is why seeing her here, out of Camilla's sight, is quite the shock. "Corrin? What are you doing here?"

“Leo!” She exclaimed with surprise, not quite expecting to see her brother here. (At least, not at the moment.) Corrin quickly composed herself, brushing her royal blue cape a bit to the back. The princess always thought highly of Leo, seeing that he was one of the hardest workers of Nohr, despite his younger age. He didn’t receive the reputation of being amongst the best tacticians in the kingdom for nothing, which only added to her respect of him.

“I didn’t expect to see you here! Well- I knew you came here earlier but I- never mind! Xander thought it would be best that I come here to sort of cope with what we’ve all went through during the war. Seeing a war torn nation isn’t the best for mental state.”

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(heart) seasons

The seasons have always been sacred, yet fairly new to the princess. Having been raised a majority of her life in Nohr, she knew of no other season than dark and gloomy. In Nohr, the clouds always covered the skies, making it seem like an eternal storm and darkness. Trees were bare, as if skeletal hands rising from the ground to grab anyone nearby.

When arriving in Hoshido, she was introduced to the wonders of seasons. Spring being her favorite as cherry blossoms always looked so beautiful, their colorfully pink and velvet petals blowing in the wind. The grass was always so green with clear blue skies up ahead.

New concepts of weather such as snow also fascinated her, yet simultaneously plagued her with freezing temperatures to the ground... not particularly good for someone who’s barefooted.

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♡ + family

Family means everything to Corrin. From an early age, her siblings would be the ones to cheer her up during low points and the firsts to protect her from harm. No matter the kingdom, whether it be Nohr or Hoshido, she could find family there.

The perfect life she envisions is for both families to come together as one. To love and support one another in peace and happiness. Despite this being woefully unrealistic, the princess can at least dream of it someday coming true. It’s also safe to assume she’d do just about anything to keep them safe, especially her one and only Kana-bean.

Friends, if close enough, also grow to the point where she considers them apart of the family. Perhaps, even you, can become apart of her ever-growing family!

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“The gods can’t even put into words how much I missed you. My heart aches every day I couldn’t see you!”

Homecoming (Kana-Corrin)

There was a time where time lost its meaning. Hours bled into days, into weeks, into months, and sometimes years where nothing happened. Every day was a drag, simply going through the motions. Wake up. Brush teeth. Bathe. Comb hair. Get dressed. Eat. Study. Eat. Play with friends. Wash up. Eat. Study. Brush teeth. Change into pajamas. Go to sleep. Repeat. Days, weeks, months, years.

Sometimes without a single visit from his mother.

( Oftentimes. )

It wasn’t her fault, nor did Kana ever resent her for it; Corrin had a war to fight in, an army to lead, and couldn’t afford to take care of a child on top of it all. From the moment she found out she was pregnant, Corrin rested in his Deeprealm to ensure his safety; eight months passed for her, but it was barely a week or so in her time. Yet, she couldn’t leave a premature baby without his mother, and so for the first year of his life, he was blessed with his mother’s presence.

Not long after Kanahara took his first steps did Corrin make her first departure. She returned quickly, only a few weeks later for him, but it was enough to create a sort of disconnect and reliance on her company. While the little dragon could not be classified as colic, it was true that he wept from the moment she parted from him, and so it would continue for eight long years until his admittance into the war.

The war took a toll on a young soul and left Kanahara traumatized. This was something he would learn to keep hidden deep within his heart, for it was his job to bring smiles to everyone’s face, not worry them with his nightmares and loss of innocence. Behind a bright grin hid storm clouds and tears, a maturity that came about all too quickly—a childhood ripped away.

For three years after the war, there was peace. Young princeling was able to spend as much time as he wanted with his beloved mother, as well as with his friends. It was a change he welcomed wholeheartedly and one he swore he would never relinquish.

But then came his admission to the Officer’s Academy in Fodlan. It was an opportunity he simply had to take; what better way to learn to be a great king than to study with other nobility, learn the culture of another grand country, and better his swordsmanship all at the same time? Although he was happy to go, it left a hole in his chest the moment he took his eyes off of Corrin; he had no idea when he would see her next. Or if he would at all. ( So much can change in so little time. Every day, he prayed he would not receive a letter telling him that his mother was gone and he now had to return home to prepare to take Valla’s throne. Every day, he thanked the gods and the dragons and anyone else that would listen that that letter never arrived. )

Once again, time lost its meaning. Kana enjoyed his studies and found fun in every day he spent at the monastery, but just like his lonely childhood, he was once again without a mother in his life. Attempts were made to remedy this by clinging to upperclassmen and staff members alike, smiling toothy grins up at them as he sought out approval and praise, but it could never replace the gentle hand upon his head and the twinkle in amaranth eyes as Corrin whispered, I’m so proud of you, Kana-bean.

The day starts like any other. Wake up. Grab a change of clothes and go to the bathhouse to brush teeth and bathe. Comb hair (or attempt to). Get dressed. Eat at the dining hall with the other Blue Lions. Go to morning classes. But right before lunch is where his schedule differed.

A particular scent hit his nose as he walked across the courtyard in the direction of the dining hall. New and entirely familiar, it brought the little dragon back to days of stomping around in a river while a woman sat on the bank, laughing and smiling, reprimanding quietly, be careful, Kana-bean! I don’t want you to get hurt!

Eyes fill with tears. Before he can think, he bounds down the hallway, weaving in and out of confused students and monastery residents. Grey meets amaranth and Kana cries.

“Mama!”

He’s never felt more at home than he does when his arms encircle her waist, face buries in her chest, and he’s surrounded by everything that she is.

Home.

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💜 Dragon

Corrin, before realizing her true bloodline, was always told that she had the heart of a dragon. Her persistence and passion was what mainly stood out to others around her, and what inspired others to follow her into battle.

Though, it was only fate when she came to realize the true meaning to having the heart of a dragon. Rage, sorrow, and anger is what brought the beast from it’s confines. Sprouting wings, a tail, and long, piercing horns were merely the physical parts of her transformation.

Her mind and spirit learned to manifest with said transformation, allowing her fiery passion to not change, but metamorphose into it’s purist state.

But it also explained her pointy ears and almost fang like teeth. She knew it wasn’t puberty like her mother said!

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♡ + friends

Friends to Corrin is a necessity, next to family. Being one against violence and conflict in general, and someone deprived of friends and social contact, friends have been something she’s strived to achieve with just about anyone. She’s surely no extrovert, but at heart, the princess simply wants everyone to be happy!

Even enemies on a battlefield, she believes, can be turned into allies through words and gestures of peace. This isn’t to say she’s foolish enough to believe 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 has the greatest intentions, especially during battle. Manipulators and true evil exist in the world. Take her “father,” king Garon as an example. Though, this doesn’t stop her from at least trying. Everyone has a story and everyone is where they are from a reason. Not everything has to end in violence. Who knows, you could go from mortal enemies to the best of friends from dialogue alone.

Please be her friend, she’ll cherish you for a lifetime.

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♡ + love

Corrin is a bit of a helpless romantic, reading romance novels Felicia would read whilst waiting for food to cook. Despite having knowledge of romance and many stories involving love, Corrin can be rather dense to someone’s flirting.

This is partially due to still having little to no social experience outside of a year or two. It’s one thing to read about flirting and such and it’s another to actually experience it first hand.

Nonetheless, love goes deeper than for romance. Her family has and will always have a special place in her heart. She’s ever so grateful to be loved by her siblings and by her late parents.

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(heart) ocean

Ocean. Such a word has deeper meaning to the princess than one would expect.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩.”

Someone dear to Corrin’s heart would always sing that song. Her voice was beautiful, able to lull a raging dragon at it’s angriest. However, she unknowingly took her singing for granted, thinking it would be around much longer than it ended up lasting unfortunately.

Azura’s singing went past the melodies and the sweet sound, but also spoke a message. Those very words inspired many during times of despair, hopelessness, and fear.

The ocean instills happy memories, yet leaves a sense of sadness and loss within her.

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♡ + food!

Oh how Corrin adores food! Back in her own kingdom of Hoshido, Felicia would make her just about anything she asked, despite being rather clumsy. Sugary sweets, a lunchy sandwich, or perhaps, even entire meals! Tea was also a favorite of hers.

Although she loved food a great deal, Corrin was famously terrible for making it. If she offered you a cup of tea or a plate of dumplings, it would be wise to decline. Her tea, although made from the heart, would end up giving you a heart disease from the amount of sugar poured into its contents.

Dumplings? As hard as rocks if you were to bite into them. Have a meal with the princess, she’d enjoy your company! If it’s made by her, don’t be afraid to say no. Your health depends on it.

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Recently arriving to the monastery, Corrin awoke rather early to explore the grounds of her new found home. What better time to do so than the early hours of the morning, where crowds are low and before classes began.

She could feel the sun against her skin upon opening her dorm room door, wincing and blinking lightly at the bright rays. The young princess made her way down the hall. Now, where to begin her very own tour of Garreg Mach? Ah, the cafeteria! It was best to grab first servings of the day before lines began to form. Knowing that there would be many nobles other than herself attending, Corrin knew there wouldn’t be maids attending to her every needs or daily pampering. .... Perfect!

Upon arriving, her eyes, almost immediately, shot towards a nicely prepared apple on one of the tables. This looked absolutely delicious, her grumbling stomach merely egging her on to eat it. Crimson eyes shot left, then shot right to check for anyone watching. Coast is clear? Gloved hands gripped the ‘fruit’ and lifted it to her mouth.

“Today must be great one to start off with a freshly picked apple!” And with that, she bit into the ‘apple,’ her entire face turning a dark shade of purple. The sheer audacity of this foreign taste invading her senses. What was supposed to be a sweet and savory taste was, instead, that of sour and repulsiveness. Shivers rushed through her body and tears pricked the edges of her eyes before withdrawing her teeth from such an abomination.

“RAGH!-“ She let out, coughing, which brought the attention of everyone in the cafeteria towards her.

April Fools

It was an innocent enough looking day. The sky was clear with the sun just beginning to rise as Byleth made her way through the monastery on her current mission.

A tradition for the time of year was to pull pranks on unsuspecting individuals and it was one the professor herself enjoyed immensely. A benefit of being seen as devoid of emotion is that others rarely suspected her of being the one behind the pranks.

Hence, she was up early for set up. The monastery was a much larger target than her usual company of mercenaries so she had to use more of her arsenal to cover as many people as possible. Her current endeavours were:

- Buckets of water above various classroom doorways

- Fountain pens which leaked over the user

- Toffee onions apples left in the main dining hall

- Replacing the training weapons with fake ones which shatter upon impact with anything

- Replacing the lyrics sheets for choir practise with ones containing funny lyrics instead

There were more she could have done but these felt harmless enough. Byleth returned to her office to plan the rest of her day. She couldn't wait to hear of people's reactions as they discovered her little tricks.

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸

The ticking of the clock was deafening in this silence. Gloved fingers tapped endlessly at the steel of her sleeves along with the rhythm of the clock’s ticking. Her feet shifted periodically to rest atop the other as they found no refuge from the cold floor beneath. Her toes curled and eyes wandered around the waiting room, anxious for the upcoming interview. The Hoshidan noble faced down the likes of bandits, enemy soldiers, and the likes of her father’s hideous abomination of a form, yet a simple interview seemingly intimidated her. Perhaps she should’ve allowed her older brother to accompany her like he asked, yet Corrin was adamant in proving she was adult enough to go alone. It wasn’t that she lacked the maturity, yet, she lacked the social skills to uphold her confidence in front of an audience. What if she answered a question wrong? What if they’re overly strict?

“Corrin?” The voice of the interviewer called out, the sound snapping her out of whatever inner dilemma she was griping with. Quick to not keep them waiting, she stood to her feet, brushing her royal blue cape backwards, before walking to greet them. Corrin’s gloved hand extended out to meet the interviewer’s, who met her’s halfway.

“Right this way, please.”

The interviewer seemed polite enough, which eased most of her fears, though the anxious anticipation of what questions would be asked of her still remained in full. After being led down the hall, Corrin entered the office of the interviewer. The male gestured her to sit across from his desk, which she obliged. Lifting the ends of her cape to tuck them back, she took her seat, a soft breath exhaling from her lips.

Slipping glasses upon his face and a pen in one hand, the other holding the clipboard, the interviewer cleared his throat, looking to the princess. Surely he could tell how nervous she was, considering her slightly stiff posture. He simply offered a soft chuckle before showing a reassuring smile across his lips, his voice coming out relaxed, “Just breathe. I’m only going to ask you a few questions. Just be truthful, don’t overthink, and let it flow. Alright?”

“Yes, I can do that. Apologies for being so stiff, I’ve never done an interview before.” She offered up her own laugh, which shook a bit as it came out.

“Not a problem at all. Interview anxiousness is more common than you think.”

Those words offered up a bit more relief to the princess, allowing her to finally settle into her chair. As they loosened, her muscles lightly ached due to being tensed for so long.

“What has led you to where you are today?”

Her hands came together, fingers interlocking with one another as she pondered the first question presented. “Right, my past is a bit..complicated I should say. As a young girl, I was raised within my native kingdom, Hoshido. Hoshido is a beautiful land, filled with blossom trees, bright green grass as far as the sea, and a breeze that always felt so warm across my face, no matter the season. There, I was raised by a beautiful woman, who’s voice could lull any rampaging dragon to sleep.. and a man who’s sword held just as much weight as his wisdom and kindness. At least, that is what I was told.”

She smiled just a bit, the happier memories flooding her mind with warmth until it began to lower and fade into that of darkness. “The neighboring kingdom of Nohr often held conflict against Hoshido, so much so that war seemed inevitable. That was, until my father agreed on a peace treaty with King Garson himself. He set out with myself to meet him at the border. Being an innocent child, naive to the criticalness of the situation, I held my father’s hand, just like I did time and time again. Who knew it’d be the last.. Neither of us could’ve predicted what was to come next.”

Crimson Irises lowered to the table as vague memories began to come rushing back like a raging tidal wave. The sounds of arrows piercing flesh and the screams of her father echoed out as if he stood mere meters away from her chair. What was once happy, warm-felt memories, now cooled into dark and cold nightmares, which swallowed them up within shadows. It was as if her thoughts manifested into a dark entity, gripping onto her wrist with malicious intensity. Corrin could hear the cries of her younger self, being dragged away from her father’s dying corpse by a monster shrouded in darkness. Slightly, yellow stained teeth and predatory eyes stared down at her. It took another few, agonizing moments to finally snap from her thoughts, shaking her hand free of what she now realized to be her own grasp. Her hand seemingly tightened with anxiety and fear from reliving that moment. So much so that they shook upon release.

The interviewer was about to voice his concern, yet she shook her head in dismissal.

“Sorry.. it’s quite the harsh memory.. scary even. After I was taken, I was raised in Nohr for about ten years. The land of Nohr was vastly and terrifyingly different from what I was used to. Dead trees that seemed like ragged, wilted hands rising from the dirt to grasp whatever was in sight. It was always cloudy, and dark, with a bit of rain. I spent just about all of my time there within a tower, training to become a knight to show my worth to the king.. to my “father.” Looking back, I believe I was nothing more than a trophy, flaunted as a slap in the face to Hoshido.”

Her eyes wandered up towards the male, widening upon seeing his expression. He looked intently, as if interested. His eyes didn’t seem dull from boredom, but alert. Though, she worried she was taking too long to finish.

She shook her head once more, brushing a strand of silver hair back and behind her ear, “I’m going on far too long, I should wrap up. Uhm, sorry sorry, it’s really long-“

“No no! There’s no rush, lady Corrin, please continue. Take your time.” The interviewer reassured.

Corrin took a breath to recompose herself, “Despite being so miserable in Nohr, I had my own family there. Siblings that cared for me, served as the somewhat parental figures that I lacked. War broke out between the two kingdoms and when it came down to choosing sides, I went back to my homeland, to fight along side my true siblings.”

There was a moment of silence between the two as her face contorted a bit, trying ever so desperately to hold in her emotions. Despite her best efforts, however, she couldn’t help but become overwhelmed by grief. When she finally did speak, her voice was higher pitched and slightly strained.

“It broke my heart to break away from siblings that truly loved me in Nohr and I loved them as well..” A tear gently fell down her cheek, leaving a trail as it traveled downward to finally fall from her face. “I’ve physically been with them longer than anyone. I’ve played with them, cried with them, they were damn near my family as well but I couldn’t just stand by and allow Nohr to mercilessly attack and destroy a kingdom that only wanted peace! Leaving them was the hardest decision of my life. And to see the look of heartbreak, betrayal, and eventually anger upon their faces have truly haunted me ever since.”

The interviewer kindly offered some tissue, which the princess gratefully took in hand, wiping her tears. When she felt she could continue again, she continued,

“ After what felt like an eternity of war, I’m here now after it finally reached its end. It was my brother’s idea in sending me here to sort of recover and cope from the horrors of war without having to be constantly reminded of the blood I’ve shed myself. Some time away from the kingdom would be good for my mental and I can agree. I believe I should lend my strength and support to Fodlan. Perhaps through my deeds, I can heal.”

The interviewer nodded, writing down notes before moving to the next question.

“What are your strengths and weaknesses?”

“Ah, my strengths are definitely my sword fighting skills. I was trained ever since I was about ten years old, after arriving in Nohr. I’m rather efficient with that and I tend to use my draconic form to aid in battle as well. Though, my most notable strength has to be my motivation in uniting everyone. Keeping all safe and together. I’ve seen what war brings and the last thing I want is for it or needless violence to erupt again. Unfortunately, it serves as a double edged sword.. my pacifist ways have endangered lives before and I’ve had to gripe with that. I’ve been told that I’m over-trusting at times. Although it’s gotten better and I’ve developed into that of a more defensive fighter upon the confrontation of any threat, I’m not the one you should consider sending first into battle if it’s for.. preemptive measures.”

“Alright,” the interviewer breathed, his pen lowering down to the last question, tapping it with the tip.

“If a story were to be written about your life, what role would you play?”

This question stomped her, her eyes lowering to the table. She pondered for a minute or two, eyes shifting from the table, down to her hands, which were once again, enclosed within one another. Finally, with a deep breath, she looked to the interviewer before speaking, “None. If there were to be a story written about me, I’d opt to not be apart of it or even attend.”

This took the interviewer by surprise. He would imagine if someone weren’t to participate in a performance of their life, at least they would attend.

“You wouldn’t attend at all?”

She merely shook her head, her smile returning as she laughed, a bit embarrassed that she bewildered the interview in such a way.

“I mean, I’d be flattered, don’t get me wrong. But I wouldn’t want to attend. I’ve made so many mistakes, made turns where if I took another route, others would still be alive. Reliving such events wouldn’t bode well with me, honestly. I’m not someone who should be honored in anyway, shape, or form. I can’t change the path I’ve taken, but I can at least strive to look forward with optimism and work to make life better.. for everyone. But, I’d happily attend another’s, especially if they asked.”

The interviewer wrote his last notes down before standing to his feet, quickly followed by Corrin. He extended a hand out with a smile, Corrin meeting his half-way and shaking it.

“I believe we’re done. I’ll contact you on your application process, lady Corrin. It’s been a pleasure meeting you.”

“It was a pleasure to speak with you, and I thank you for your consideration. I truly am honored to have such an opportunity.”

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