#greatknightfrederick

murderous tendencies - not accepting

          Firm words would bring her to a halt. Cobalt eyes blink once, twice, and his words are finally dawning on her. She doesn’t bother to face him. It’d be of no use. What could he say that could ever make her change her mind? How was he to guarantee that her mother- Grima, wouldn’t doom them all again? It was… amusing. Frederick the Wary daring to give the benefit of the doubt. If he knew, knew of all the terror and turmoil that would plague these lands should Validar be successful he would never come to her defense. He might even do it himself.

         Something else amusing, how quick he might be to simply – chop off her head, or maybe burn her, like ancient times were said to do with witches. It seemed fitting, to burn bridges by burning the last tie to Grima. Frederick would kill her, if he knew what was good for him.

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It was Frederick’s turn to do the laundry this week, a task he didn’t mind in the slightest. Each warrior among the Shepherds had their own box of laundry, keeping each person’s clothes separated from the other’s. Frederick would take a box and wash laundry within, delivering it to that person’s tent when he was finished.

He had already done Chrom’s laundry (and had gone through the extra effort of folding it, for his Liege) and had continued with Lucina’s. He brought the basket to her tent, poking his head through the flap and– “…Oh my!”, he exclaimed, dropping Lucina’s laundry on the floor. Perhaps if it were anybody else than Prince Chrom’s daughter, he would not have been shocked, but…

“My sincerest apologies. I was sure that you had kitchen duties today and that you wouldn’t be here.”, he said, averting his gaze pointedly, having gained a sudden interest in the ceiling.

Keeping up with the way the Shepherd’s handled chores was going to take some getting used to. There had been warnings- hadn’t there? Laundry was always on the same day, yet in the haze of her worries the words never truly registered.

“H-Hey!” and her shout is far from dignified. It was borderline squeaky  and she’s already taken it upon herself to relish in the embarrassment it causes. Hands are a little slow to come up and cover her chest. Well, there’s not much to cover but she is still deserving of some bit of privacy despite this. A few seconds wasted as she pieces together exactly why he’s invaded her space. The wisp of a laugh that passes through her mouth is hardly audible, and she’s naturally pulling her tunic back over her head so that he may not have to upturn his neck so. 

He should feel complimented, but…

The situation that had brought Ike to this world was strange, and honestly something he would rather not attempt to wrap his head around. Not only was it a different land, but it was apparently a different time -- not knowing the names of places was easy enough to understand, but to realize that he was some long-dead hero of legend in this time was...uncomfortable.

If he had to put it bluntly.

But, for the most part, this army was no different than any other. Long-dead legend or not, and most didn’t dwell on that fact for very long when there was work to be done and battles to be fought.

Still...It was a rare day when Ike didn’t feel eyes on him.