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Fic title meme: âNorth is to South (as the clock is to time)â
Shananâs story throughout the years, being whisked away from Issach by his aunt, his travels with Sigurdâs army, and how over the years he regained the freedom of his country from Granvale, only to to leave all over again.
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I am extremely unsatisfied by all prior interpretations of Shannan infiltrating Yied in an attempt to obtain the Balmung (especially Oosawaâs), so I attempted to draw my own.
The Lopt cult members back there are singing a botched version of a catholic hymn I grew up hearing:Â âwe are one body, one body in Loptyr, and he came that we all might die!â
Happy very belated holidays, Dame!
I had you for Jugdral Holiday Exchange, and I apologize for the delay! I used two prompts: ShananxPatty post-war and Ayra and Shanan on the run. Iâve actually always wanted to write a bit about Ayra and Shanan fleeing Isaach. I suppose that princesses escaping their invaded countries is my fanfic thing now. Once again, Iâm sorry for the delay, and happy holidays! @jugdralholidaygifts @damoselcastel
Warning: This fic contains discussions of trauma. Though I have never had to flee my homeland, I have done my best to treat Ayra and Shananâs experiences respectfully. In addition, all references to people from Isaach and Verdane as âbarbariansâ or other imperialist notions should not be interpreted as the views of the author.
      Shananâs hand traces the patterns on the castleâs walls as he walks.
      Itâs been twenty years.
      He had been able to dismiss his guards, but Ulster and Larcei still follow behind him.
      âI canât believe Grannvale hasnât completely ruined the place,â says Ulster.
      âOnly because they needed somewhere to live while they starved everyone in Isaach,â Larcei says, sniffing. Shanan recalls that Dananâs two younger sons had pursued her, and while they did not personally commit atrocities, they had been complicit in them.
      Yes, Seliph and the rest of their allies at the time had conquered the castle after Prince Johan was killed. Mana, Dimna, Radney, and Roddelvan had worked with the local people to ensure that the castle did not fall to Grannvale again.
      Shanan hadnât been there when his homeland was freed.
      Heâs not sure if it was worse to flee Isaach or to live in his fatherland as fugitive.
      âThere you are, handsome!â Patty turns a corner in front of him.
      He wasnât expecting to see his wife of all people while he soaked in his memories. âHow did you find us, Patty?â
      âWhat sort of thief would I be if I couldnât easily explore a castle?â She grins. âSorry, former thief. Reformed and all that. I suppose this stuff is mine too, right?â
      âLarcei and I do have some claim to Isaach,â Ulster observes. âOur father was a Chalphy knight, but he was the younger son of a count. Our inheritance from him is meager at best. And you also inherited your fatherâs lands in Sophara, right?â
      Larcei scowls playfully at her brother. âWhen did you become so greedy?â
      âIâm just making a point!â       Shanan steps between the two. His cousins tease each other often, but time and time again friendly debates would become quarrels. âThatâs enough, you two.â
      Larcei turns to look at him. âYou donât have to scold us like weâre children, Shanan.â
      He sighs. âWhy donât the two of you go on ahead? Your motherâs favorite place to nap was in a courtyard not that far ahead of us.â
      The twins bid them farewell, leaving Shanan with Patty. She stares at him thoughtfully.
      âWhat is it, Patty?â
      âI was wondering if part of the reason you married me is because my father was from Sophara. Iâm sure thatâs good for your rule, right?â
      This is the last sort of conversation I could picture myself having with her. âIt certainly doesnât hurt that you father hailed from Isaach, Patty, but thatâs not why I married you.â
      She bats her eyes at him. âOh? Then why did you marry me then, my king?â
      Shanan groans. âPattyâŠâ       She laughs. âYouâre so easy to tease sometimes.â
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      âTry to sleep, Shanan.â Her nephew is like a garment torn from its stiches. She expects that she doesnât look much better.
      They are hidden underneath a blanket in a cart. Maricle had commissioned a group of his most trusted retainers to spirit away the pair to the northwestern edge of the mountains.
      From there, it is up to her to find a way to keep Shanan safe.
      She was only five years old when Shanan was born, and since her sister-in-law had died in childbirth, she had taken it upon herself at an early age to be aunt, sister, and mother in one. Their nurses would gossip while she sat on the floor with Shanan, his babbling like music to her ears. When he was older, she would take him to watch Maricle train. She would race around the castle with him on her back, avoiding the servants who would beg her to âplease stay still for just a moment, Princess!â
      âI wonder if I could still do itâŠâ She smiles at the thought.
      âDo what?â
      âCarry you on my backâŠâ She realizes how silly she sounds as she speaks.
      âIâm much too big for that, Auntie.â
      âYouâre not nearly as tall as you think you are, Shanan.â
      He sticks his tongue out at her and closes his eyes.
      When the retainers leave them, what will become of them? She might need to carry Shanan after all. If he were to get hurt, could she?
      What would be worse, dying in the wilderness or to Grannvale?
      She moves closer to him. She doubts sheâll sleep tonight.
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      Patty slips down to the training yards to find Larcei easily besting a recruit for Isaachâs army. A small crowd of recruits circles the dueling pair, cheering her and jeering at her opponent.
      âI almost feel sorry for the bastard. Almost.â Radney leans against the fence surrounding the courtyard. Roddelvan had told her that his sister had difficulties trusting men. Indeed, the Isaachian woman had begun to recruit women for a separate division of Isaachâs armed forces. Patty thought at first that Radneyâs feelings toward men were the reason why she and Mana were lovers, but she doesnât think that thatâs the case any longer. Mana didnât hate men, for one thing.
      Patty chuckles.
Radney turns around and starts. âOh, Your Majesty! I would have held my tongue had I known you would visit the yards.â
Patty smiles. âItâs all good, Radney. I actually was looking for Mana.â
âSheâs praying over by that tree to the right, Your Majesty. We just had midday meal.â
âBet you that Larceiâs opponent will lose his meal before sheâs done with him.â Patty holds her hands up in a pacifying manner when she sees the look on the other womanâs face. âI said that in jest, Radney.â
âOh.â A pause. âRight.â
Not far away from them, Larceiâs opponent yields to her. The previously quiet crowd erupts into cheers and jeers.
Mana saves Patty and Radney from the awkward situation by walking up to them, a basket in tow. âGood afternoon, Your Majesty.â She curtsies to Patty and kisses Radney on the cheek.
Radney grumbles something about kissing her in front of everyone and blushes.
âI suppose both of you might be able to help me,â says Patty. âGiven that you know a lot about love and things like that.â
âNo one knows a lot about love, Your Majesty,â says Mana kindly.
âYou know what I mean.â
Larcei ambles over to them but stays on the other side of the fence. âWhat has my cousin done thatâs concerning you, Patty?â
âItâs what he hasnât done. IâŠIâm not sure if he loves me.â
Her companions glance around.
Larcei turns to the crowd still in the courtyard. âThatâs it for now!â Ignoring the protests of men eager to prove themselves against her, she climbs over the fence. âLetâs go somewhere a tad more private, shall we?â
They end up returning to the tree where Mana and Radney had eaten. Mana spreads out a blanket on the ground, and the quartet sits down.
âWhy do you not believe that His Majesty loves you?â Manaâs eyes are bright.
Patty suddenly feels foolish. âWell, he never really tells me that he does. And, honestly, heâs not particularly lustful, so that isnât the reason why he married me.â She stops when she sees Manaâs blush. âOh, please, itâs no different than you and Radney. Anyway, if he didnât marry me for political reasons or because he wanted me in his bed, then why did he ask me to marry him?â
âMy cousin has been withdrawn for as long as I can remember,â says Larcei. âFrom what Sir Oifaye has told Ulster and I, he was a bit more sociable as a child, though. The question is why heâs the way he is.â
âHis Majesty is the person he is because of what heâs experienced,â says Radney.
Patty plays with her braid. âBut personality has something to do with it as well, right?â
âThatâs true, but think about it: Itâs possible that youâd have the same personality if you were raised in Jungby or Sophara, but would you have been a thief?â Larcei reties her left boot into a lopsided bow.
âBut does that mean that heâll always be like this?â
âThe best thing to do, Your Majesty, is to talk to him,â says Mana. âYou might be surprised at how much that can help. Or perhaps you can try to help him in some way with a task.â
Patty thanks them. They didnât give me the answer I wanted, but at least itâs something.
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Travel is slow. June finds Ayra and Shanan in Silesseâs capital. In a way, Ayra is glad that they did not reach this country until May. She canât imagine trekking through blizzards with Shanan.
Shanan, who is refusing to eat.
âI hate this food. Why donât they try growing potatoes, at least? If I have to eat another bite of reindeer meat, Ayra, Iâll die!â
âYou wonât die, Shanan,â she says half-heartedly. âWould you rather it be rabbit?â
He shudders. âGods no!â He takes his meal without complaint.
She smiles weakly. To feed Shanan, Ayra has worked as a guard for merchants. They tell her that theyâll give her passage to Agustria if she escorts them to Sailane.
They donât mind that sheâs a woman, at least. In fact, the other guards are women as well. The leader of the guards is named Lamia.
When she met her, the woman looked her up and down as though sizing her up for a butcher. Ayra stared ahead, unblinking, until she nodded, satisfied.
As long as Ayra can keep Shanan safe, and their identities secret, theyâll be fine.
After dinner, the caravan does not travel for long before they are stopped by a small group of Pegasus knights.
âMind if we inspect your goods?â
The head merchant assents, so Ayra takes Shanan off to the side of the crowd. Thereâs no need to draw attention to themselves, after all.
Unfortunately, two knights must have seen them. Theyâre off to the side, whispering.
âIsaachâŠThat womanâŠThe boyâŠâ
Ayraâs vision blurs. She grabs Shanan roughly by the arm. If they can slip away into the treesâŠ
Someone taps her on the soldier. She whirls around. Itâs one of the two knights.
She instinctively moves for her sword when the young woman raises her arms in surrender.
âIâm sorry for startling you! I just was concerned about the boy traveling with you. Heâs an orphan?â
Ayra blinks. Of all the things⊠âYes.â
The green-haired knight smiles. âI thought so! Heâs too young to be a mercenary, after all.â
Shanan fidgets in her grip. âAyraâŠâ
This woman is strange. âIâm his aunt.â
The stranger folds her arms behind her back. âOh, wow! Heâs lucky to have you, then.â
While Ayra tries to process the Silesian womanâs thought pattern, her companion appears beside her. âWhoâs this, Melina?â
âI didnât get her name, Danielle. But oh, tell her your Pegasusâ name!â
âMy Pegasus is named Isaach! Iâm guessing thatâs where youâre from, judging by your accentâŠâ
âYour Pegasus is named Isaach?â Ayra breathes for what feels like the first time in years. She lets go of Shananâs arm.
âAnd mine is named Chalphy,â says Melina. âAll of the Pegasi born in the capitalâs stables that year were named after places in Jugdral.â
âI see.â While sheâs relieved, Ayra turns to Shanan. How is he coping?
Well enough, it seems. âWhy did you want to know if Iâm an orphan?â
Melina shuffles her feet. âIâm an orphan too, you see. And if you didnât have a place to go, Silesseâs orphanages are actually very nice. The nurses are kind, and we had plenty of toys.â
âWell, he has me, so he doesnât need to go to an orphanage,â Ayra says brusquely.
âYes, itâs wonderful you have a nephew!â The knight doesnât pick up on what Ayra is saying. âYouâre so lucky to get to travel with him.â
âMelina and I love children,â says Danielle. âAnd since weâre best friends, weâre hoping that we can have our children grow up together.â
âOr maybe Iâll adopt,â says Melina, giggling. âMaybe Iâll have a woman as a lover.â
âDo you really think Lady Erin of the Angelic Knights would fancy you, Melina?â
âDonât be so mean, Danielle!â
Ayra shares a look with Shanan. She never made a point to befriend other women. She would talk for hours with a boy she knew from Sophara when she was younger, but she had Maricle and Shanan. She didnât need any other friends.
It might have been nice to have had some, though.
The knightsâ leader calls for them.
âOh, looks like we have to leave.â Melina frowns.
âIt was great to meet the two of you,â says Danielle. âIf the two of you are ever in Silesse, be sure to stop by the barracks and see us!â
âSure thing,â Shanan says cautiously.
That night, Ayra says a prayer of thanks to Crusader Ord. Sheâs never been that religious, but sheâs well-aware that their lives were in strangersâ hands.
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      Meetings are mentally exhausting.
      Grannvale may have united the kingdoms of Isaach into a country-sized kingdom, but each former kingship had its own laws and customs. A former official in Ganeishire had a quarrel with a nearby village regarding grazing rights. Under Dananâs reign, Isaach itself had also suffered. Those given administrative duties didnât know the land or how to care for it, the consequences of overgrazing or of planting crops in the same field for too many years in a row.
      Itâs a wonder we didnât all starve.
      One small comfort is that he has only to respond to a letter from King Ced of Silesse before he can finish for the day. The sage hopes to import foodstuffs, as Silesseâs population has increased after the war.
      Isaachâs has too, for that matter.
      He wonders idly if he and Patty will have a child soon. Their child would mainly be cared for by a nurse, of course, but he would still have to be a guiding force in his heirâs life.
      Shanan isnât sure if the buzzing in his ears is excitement or anxiety at the thought.
      He blinks and finishes his reply to Ced. It feels odd to use the royal seal on his letters. The Balmung suits him better than the other tools of ruling do.
      âI will take the letter to the kingâs messenger,â he tells Sean, the servant attending his study. He welcomes the chance to escape his desk. âWhere is he?â
      âThe King of Silesse sent a Pegasus knight, Your Majesty. She is waiting in the antechamber to this floorâs right wing.â
      When Shanan enters the room where she stands waiting, he feels as though heâs been buffeted by Forsetiâs winds.
      She bows to him. âIt has been a long time, Your Majesty.â
      His mind scrambles to remember her name. âLady Melina?â
      The woman smiles. âYou remember? I must say, thatâs a pleasant surprise, Your Majesty.â
      He stares at her. âI am glad to see that you are well.â
      She understands the meaning behind his words. âThank you, Your Majesty. Danielle is well, too. Actually, her daughter fought in Thracia with King Leif.â
      Shanan did not have the chance to speak extensively with the comrades-in-arms of Seliphâs cousin, but he did know that Pegasus knights served alongside him. âIs that so? Iâm sure that she is very proud.â
      âShe is, Your Majesty. Everyone in Silesse who has survived Grannvaleâs hold on the continent is proud of our courageous young people. I only wish that the late queenâŠâ She pauses. âWell, you have no desire to hear about that. But it was wonderful to see you again, Your Majesty.â
      âLikewise.â
      When she leaves, Shanan props himself against the wall for support.
      His memory of the day they met overpowers him.
      âShanan, listen. If need be, Iâll distract them, but we must leave. Run if you have to-â
      âBut Ayra-â
      âYour Majesty?â A maid looks at him with concern.
      âDonât be troubled.â He stares at his hands. They are shaking. âLet Sean know that I am retiring to my chambers.â
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      They were so close to freedom.
      Upon hearing of Grannvaleâs looming invasion of Verdane, Ayra and Shanan have taken refuge in a village near Evans. She had thought Shanan would be safe to pick up food at the market while she stopped at the blacksmith.
      Why isnât anyone helping him?! The marketgoers avert their eyes from the scene and continue their business in low voices.
      The man restraining Shanan is muscular and wears an axe at his side, but this is not uncommon in Verdane. The number of men attending him, however, is.
      âThis brat is yours, I take it?â The manâs smile doesnât reach his eyes.
      Keep my voice firm and my hand on my sword. âLet him go. We have no quarrel with you or your men.â
      He laughs hoarsely. âNow, is that any way to talk to your ally?â
      âAlly?â
      Shananâs eyes shine with worry.
      The man beckons her closer.
      Seeing no choice in the matter, she does as he asked.
      He lowers his voice so that only Ayra, Shanan, and his men can hear. âAfter all, Princess, weâre both barbarian royalty.â
      Her knees buckle, but she grits her teeth. âWhat sum do you require for our freedom?â
      He tightens his hold on Shanan. âAnd why would I let a skilled swordswoman go free? Verdane is at war with Grannvale. I think the two of us can be friends, perhaps.â
      Her stomach hollow, she looks at Shanan, not the prince. âFor Shanan, I will be your sword.â Until the day comes that I slice the smirk off of your face.
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      Patty finds Shanan in their bedroom staring out the window.
      âShanan?â She closes the door behind her.
      He starts but doesnât turn around.
      A memory comes to her.
      Little Alannah was shaking.
      âIs she ill, Febail?â Patty lowered her voice to a whisper.
      âI donât think so, but somethingâs wrong! Whereâs Sister Maeve?â
      âShe went out with some of the children to forage. Itâs just us right now.â
      He swore under his breath, mindful of the dozen or so children in the room with them.
      âIâll take the kids out to play a game.â
      âGood idea-â
      Alannah whimpered.
      âWhatâs going on, Patty?â Eir grabbed Pattyâs leg.
      Patty picked up the girl and laughed. âLetâs play hide-and-seek. Iâll try to find you all, okay?â
      âWhat about Alannah?â Brianâs brows crinkled in worry.
      âSheâll join us next round. Iâm counting to one hundred, but stick to just outside the orphanage, okay?â
      âIs the barn okay?â Garvan stood on the tips of his toes and looked at her.
      âWell, now Iâll know that youâre there! But yes.â
      The children ran off, screeching and laughing.
      Patty turned to Febail.
      âAll right, Alannah, take a deep breath and count to ten.â
      âShanan, can you do something for me? I need you to breathe and count to ten.â
      His silent count seems to take an eternity.
      âCan we sit down on the bed?â
      âNot now, Patty-â
      âThatâs not what I meant. Just do it. When I sit next to you, Iâm going to grab your hand, okay?â
      Still in a daze, her husband sits. She joins him and takes his hand. âWhat do you feel?â
      âYour hand,â he says dully. âThe blanket.â
      âWhat do you hear?â
      He is silent for a moment. âYour breathing. Mine, too.â
      They sit for a minute or a day or a year.
      He breaks the silence. âYour aunt, AideenâŠShe would do something similar when one of us had nightmares in Tirnanog.â
      Patty sits up straighter. âReally? Wow. I learned it from Febail. I wonder if my mom knew it, too.â She casts a sidelong glance at him. âDo you want to talk about it?â
      âI thought about when my aunt and I were on the run from Grannvale.â His voice is flat.
      âIâve never seen this happen to you before, Shanan.â
      âIt may sound strange, but I wasâŠbetter during the war.â
      âBut youâre in Isaach now. Your countryâs free.â
      âThat doesnât mean I can forget, Patty. I havenât lived in this castle since I was a boy. My memories of this place will always be tainted by the memory of fleeing it with Ayra. Thereâs no simple explanation for whatever is happening, or has happened, to me.â
      âWell, you can talk to me about it instead of trying to ignore it!â
      Shanan lets go of her hand and moves away from her, his gaze icy.
      âSorry,â she says softly. âWhat I mean isâŠMy childhood wasnât easy, either. But if anyone can understand what youâre experiencing, if youâre going to lay your troubles on someone, I wanted to be me. Because I love you, so Iâm not going anywhere.â
      His gaze softens. He takes her hand again.
      She keeps talking. âI want to help you somehow. We never get to talk because youâre so busy, and you donât sleep enough. Iâm a former thief, but I know a lot about money and what goods are worth. I heard the servants gossiping that you had a messenger from Silesse visit about trade, so I can help you with a treaty. And the next time you have to deal with a problem at Sophara, Iâm your gal-â She stops when she sees the expression on his face. âWhat is it?â
      âThank you, Patty.â
      Her heart skips a beat. He didnât say what I wanted him to say, but he said it all the same. She grins. Shanan loves me! âIâm going to hug you now.â
      âThatâs fine by me.â
      She doesnât think sheâll ever want to let go.
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      Nearly a year has passed since they talked about Shananâs childhood.
      Pattyâs slow-moving these days, but she walks with the pride afforded to a queen and the mother of the countryâs future ruler.
      Whistling, she walks by the training yards. The crowd in the courtyard is bigger and more boisterous than ever.
      Radney is sitting on a bench and looking at the crowd with longing. She sits on a bench, the youngest of the children she and Mana have adopted asleep on her lap. âWhy couldnât you have gone to sleep an hour ago, huh?â
      âWhatâs going on, Radney?â
      âYour Majesty, thereâs a swordswoman Iâve never seen before fighting Princess Larcei. Unfortunately, Quinn decided that she wanted to sleep now.â She sighs.
      âWell, I canât wait for mine! I wonder who my child will will look like. Shanan is so handsome, but Iâm cute, so-â
      A voice rings out from the crowd. âItâs a draw!â
      Radneyâs jaw drops. âWhat kind of person can go toe-to-toe with Princess Larcei and hold their own? Ugh, and Quinnâs waking up.â
      Patty has been trying to learn as much as she can about babies. She knows that the look on Quinnâs face means that she needs food now or else.
      Radney quickly grabs a canteen of goatâs milk.
      Quinn takes it happily.
      Radney looks at Patty. âI can see whatâs going on, Your Majesty, if youâd like.â
      âIâd appreciate it. Iâll take Quinn.â
      Radney smiles with gratitude and runs off.
      Quinn fits nicely in the crook of Pattyâs arm. Soon enough, little one, thereâll be an even cuter baby around the castle.
      The crowd has dispersed by the time Radney returns with Larcei and the stranger. The unknown swordswoman wears leather armor and a red tunic atop a green shift. Her white pants are stained with the dirt of the training grounds.
      âYou must be Queen Patty,â she says, bowing. âItâs my honor to meet you. I am Mareeta, daughter of Eyvel of Fiana.â