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Fire Emblem Protagonist 20
🕑 Added 2024-11-16 22:32:49 +0000 UTC"You two sure took your time, nyah." Felix complained as Heitor and Priscilla entered the carriage.
He couldn't be blamed for it, the two were the last to arrive, and not only that, but they also had arrived far later than everyone else. If Priscilla was not the owner of this carriage, and the employer of the rider, Heitor bet they would have left them behind.
Heitor sat first. "Sorry, we were just busy with something..." He didn't know how Priscilla wanted to go about this.
They spent the entire day signing papers, which Heitor couldn't read so Priscilla had to do it for him, and convincing that damned priest that yes, they did want to get married. Basically, it was a complete pain.
"With wha—?" Before Felix could finish his question...
Priscilla sat on Heitor's lap. "We were getting married." So... this is how she wanted to go about things. Okay then.
You know, Priscilla's tits may have been her greatest physical feature, but her ass wasn't half-bad either.
Felix rolled his eyes. "You two sure are close to be playing pranks like these." He sounded jealous. Not because he believed them of course, but because he wished Crusch was friendly enough to sit on his lap for a joke as well.
But as usual, Crusch revealed the truth. "It is not a prank. These two... got married."
The carriage became filled with silence.
Until Priscilla scowled and clap her hands. "What are you waiting for! Move already, I wish to reach the capital before a year passes!" And she talked just to address the poor servant that was working as a driver.
As the carriage began moving, Emilia showed a wide smile. "That's... wonderful!" But that smile was shaky. "Marriage is wonderful, so this is wonderful!" Why did it sound like she was trying to convince herself...!?
Crusch squinted her eyes. "It is also not allowed during the Royal Select—."
Priscilla cut her off. "Do not think for a second that I care for the Council's orders. Especially with something as stupid as this." To be honest, Heitor didn't care for them either.
Crusch cleared her throat. "That may be so, but there are more factors here than just you." Like the Fire Emblem... "Heitor is but a commoner. This may bring trouble to his doorstep." She was actually worried about him huh...?
She was such a nice daughter to her papa!
Heitor raised a hand. "Don't worry Lady Crusch. I know having a new mother might be strange, but you two will get along eventually."
"Don't you dare to bring that up!" He just couldn't resist.
Felix squinted his eyes. "Just what is going on here, nyah..."
Priscilla huffed. "Ugh. Let me clear any misconception once and for all. Heitor and I are now married, there is no practical joke or anything of the sort. We simply fell in love." That's probably now what Felix was worried about.
Clearly the daddy thing was the problem.
Julius nodded. "Very well then. Problems with the Council aside, this is fine." He smiled. "I wish you two the best." As expected of the Finest Knight, bringing some happiness into things.
Priscilla smiled back. "You have our thanks, even if we do not need it."
Felix pouted. "Hmm... I don't know about a servant marrying his lady, but I guess it's none of my business." Did he really have the room to talk when he was clearly into Crusch!?
Crusch chuckled. "As long as Heitor is taken care off, I shall not object." She crossed her arms. "Just please do not ruin the asset I worked so hard to get." Right, her initial objective was getting Priscilla's permission to bring him to some sort of fight.
Priscilla huffed. "Yes, yes. Mine husband shall be in fighting form when that time comes." So whatever this was, Priscilla seemed to believe he was fit to accomplish it.
Emilia giggled. "So, are you two going to throw a party to celebrate...?" She moved her hand closer, presumably to touch him. "If so, I know it's selfish, but please invite me—." Priscilla slapped her hand away.
The baroness was scowling. "Who gave you permission to touch mine husband, half-skank?" That was a new one!
Emilia recoiled. "But..." And then looked at Heitor, seeking help.
He awkwardly chuckled. "Sorry Lady Emilia, but that's just how some women are." Apparently Priscilla didn't feel comfortable with other women touching him.
Normally he would argue back against such a thing, but... considering he still had to eventually poke the hornest nest that was the possibility of S-Ranking multiple people, he just wasn't ready. He didn't even want to think about the word infidelity.
Priscilla's eye twitched. "Are you mocking me, piggy?"
He paled. "I wouldn't say I was mocking you..." But being such a jealous woman was funny. At least when it came to Priscilla of all people.
Before they could continue bickering, Emilia tilted her head. "I... am I not allowed to spend time with you anymore, Heitor?" She looked like a hurt puppy.
Priscilla grinned, without a doubt planning to revolutionize whatever elf slurs already existed, but thankfully Heitor spoke up first. "Of course you can! We just can't go touching each other all nilly-willy anymore."
Julius sputtered. "That sounds inappropriate...!" Even the Finest Knight could have a dirty mind huh?
Emilia looked down. "Okay... I understand." She was definitely still sad, but she would just have to get through it.
He understood why this was hitting her hard of course, but it couldn't be helped. Heitor was now a married man, even if that was annoying. And so things would just have to change.
Hopefully Emilia would accept that quickly.
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The ride back to the capital had been quick, but nonetheless they arrived during the late night. And after saying goodbye to Crusch, Felix and Julius, they headed out to their hotel.
It used to be a hotel guarded by knights, but now all one could see was Priscilla's personal army. So at least they wouldn't have to worry about assassination attempts during the dead of night.
As soon as they arrived at the hotel, they were assaulted with an avalanche of worries. Or at least his wife was.
"Lady Priscilla! I'm so glad you're safe...!" Little Schult ran up to her with the speed of lightning, tears in his eyes.
Priscilla knelt down and hugged the boy. "Mmmm? Was there ever any doubt I would be?" Her arrogance was actually useful right now, since it would make the young boy feel better.
Emilia grumbled to herself. "Why can Schult touch Lady Priscilla, but I can't touch Heitor...?" Because he was a little kid?
Although...
This was Priscilla, so maybe he should have a serious talk about that. Just to be safe.
The second person who was worried was Al of course, though he didn't try to hug the baroness. Instead he just stood still for a moment trembling. Eventually... glaring at her?
Heitor could feel his killer intent. "What the hell possessed you to throw down with the Archbishop of Sloth? Are you crazy?" He knew huh?
That didn't come as a surprise. Julius had sent a letter to the capital explaining Sloth's weaknesses, so Al was probably notified that his lady went to fight the super crazy guy. Still, Heitor didn't expect the ultimate simp to react this way...
Priscilla raised an eyebrow as she got up. "Oh? Have you forgotten who you're speaking to, Aldebaran? Do you want to lose your head?"
Al clicked his tongue. "Don't call me by my full name... and you're the one who could have lost your head. The Archbishops aren't warriors, they're plagues, not something you need to get involved while I'm not there...!"
Priscilla rolled her eyes. "As if you could contribute much to that fight." He could! He was a time looper! "And no need to stress, we overcame the problem and killed the Archbishop. Permanently."
Al stood still for a moment. "You... killed him?"
Priscilla laughed. "Of course! I went there to eliminate a plague, but since I was feeling generous I eliminated two." She covered her mouth with her fan. "Sloth did have some bodyswapping trick, but it was no problem for mine Yang Sword."
She tilted her head. "Really, what did you expect to happen? I am here, am I not?"
He looked down. "I thought... I thought you ran..." As the greatest Priscilla simp of all time, he should know that's not something she would do.
She frowned. "Well, then you thought wrong. The day was won under the blaze of the shining sun."
Emilia raised a hand. "It was real~ly scary, but by working together, and believing in each other, we managed to win the day!" Also, we lost the first time, but the gladiator didn't need to know that.
Al hesitantly nodded. "I see..." But he still didn't seem satisfied, instead his glare had gone towards Heitor. "What were you thinking? Letting the princess fight the Witch Cult?"
Heitor tilted his head. "Huh?" Where did that hostility come from.
The gladiator growled. "You're her servant, it's your responsibility to take her out of danger. Don't misunderstand, it's not like I'm not happy you all made it, but—."
Heitor cut him off. "Gimme a break, pursuing Sloth wasn't my idea, it was Priscilla's."
The gladiator waved him. "It doesn't matter. You should know better, seeing as you actually have commo—." Once again he was interrupted, this time by a slap from Priscilla.
It was definitely worse than any normal slap could ever be. Even if Priscilla didn't use her full strength, he was still wearing a helmet, and so that was undoubtedly a awful experience. Not to mention how his simp heart had take damage.
Priscilla grit her teeth. "I am the master, I make an order, the servants are supposed to follow. Understood, Aldebaran?" Slowly the man nodded. "Also, watch what you say about my husband. He is above you now." Oh right, that.
While Heitor didn't own the Barielle lands or anything, that still being Priscilla's property... He was her husband. Al, a common servant, could not just start speaking shit to the husband of a noble.
Was it bad that Heitor kind of wanted to abuse this power?
Now it was Al's turn to be confused. "Husband?"
Priscilla giggled, apparently talking about this made her happy. "Yes, Heitor and I have married each other." She showed her hand. "See this? Isn't the ring he gave me beautiful?"
Al scratched his helmet. "That's the ring Leip Barielle had given you."
Priscilla shrugged. "He is dead, so I gave Heitor the ring. So that Heitor could give me the ring." Wow, what an amazing plan that totally didn't disrespect the dead.
Recycling was a good thing, right?
"Seriously?"
"Yes Al. Do not make me repeat mineself once again, you do have a brain, contrary to what you normally show." It seems she did not understand that brain of his had been broken just now.
Aldebaran slowly went back to looking at Heitor. "Seriously?"
He repeated himself!? "Seriously."
The knight took a deep breath. "Welp... Congrats cousin, congrats princess." He took this better than Heitor expected him to—.
And he passed out.
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The scariest part of this whole marriage had finally come. Heitor and Priscilla were now laying in the same bed, getting ready to sleep so that they could face tomorrow. Not exactly unusual for them of course, Heitor had slept by her side before, but...
This was different for obvious reason!
Should he attack her!? He wanted to attack her! Because as... special as Priscilla could be, she was still hot as hell! What if she wanted to attack him instead though!? He would actually be very accepting of that!
Although... now that his mind was on the gutter, he started thinking about something far more concerning. Did birth control methods exist here...!? Well, they probably did, but they were most likely very outdated. Either way, Heitor had none in hand.
It was okay though. He would just pull out. Yeah.
He slowly turned to look at his wife. "P-Priscilla..." She was blushing right now.
That was a good sign right? It probably meant the same thoughts were running through her head. He had been wondering if she was far too tired from the trip to want to do something like this. Or Alternatively, if she just didn't feel like it.
"Yes...?" She looked away, clearly nervous.
Though the fact that she wasn't hugging him should have shown that already. She used to always do that when they slept together after all, but now... such an action would have meant so much more.
He took a deep breath, and decided that he would go on the attack after all. "I..." Slowly he reached out a hand to her—.
The door busted open. "Lady Priscilla, I-I know that I can't touch Heitor, but I was wondering if I could at least sleep here!?" Emilia was speaking almost faster than the human mind could comprehend. That was kind of impressive...?
She raised a mattress. "I-I'm okay with sleeping on the floor too, and I even bought the equipment already, so please let me stay here for the night!"
The couple silently glared at Emilia. Their message was obvious.
Emilia walked inside the room. "Okay then! I'm just gonna stay on my little corner, thanks!" She took their silence as a no!?
Priscilla sat up, and pointed at the door. "Leave! Now! And don't return!"
Emilia gasped. "B-but..." She looked down. "This is so unfair..." And left, her mattress still on her hands as she closed the door.
Priscilla sighed. "See? This is why you shouldn't go around taking stray pets. They start demanding too much from you."
Heitor sat up too. "Are you of all people really saying that to me?"
She giggled. "Of course. I am walking proof of what happens." Fair enough. "Though, now that the half-wit made me get up..." More like it made the mood dissipate. "There is something I would like to discuss with you."
Heitor nodded. "Same here." And the thing he was about to discuss was definitely going to be much more painful. Nonetheless, he couldn't run away from it forever.
She squinted her eyes. "I see... Anyways, tomorrow I will be called upon by the Council due to the matter of Sloth. I imagine the same thing will happen to the half-wit, the valkyrie and... perhaps the she-fox and her knight."
She continued. "I will be taking that opportunity and announcing our marriage to them."
He put a hand to his chin. "Then I'll be ready for that. If any of the Council complains too much... well, I already have a reputation for arguing back against them anyways." It went without saying that he needed to be there.
"You won't be going." Hah!? "Instead, tomorrow you shall go to the capital with Aldebaran and purchase clothing that doesn't embarrass someone of your station." Right, he was still dressed like a commoner...
"Also, while I will provide the clothing, anything else you desire shall be purchased from your own money. Though I will be giving you your salary of course." So no sugar mommy here... "Also, you're fired, so do look for a job when you have the time."
He almost jumped out of bed. "W-why!?"
She grinned. "I cannot have mine husband being a servant, that's why. Naturally this means you better find a job suitable to your station... Do not think for a moment you will be able to live off my riches."
His eye twitched. "The thought never crossed my mind." It did. Multiple times even. "But on the Council thing, won't they call me as well?" He was part of why they killed Sloth.
"They will." Then... "But for now I desire to be petty, so ignore their calls."
He pinched his nose. "You're..." So troublesome. But he was about to be even more troublesome, so he couldn't complai—.
The door opened again. "Yo! Hope I'm not interrupting anything!" Aldebaran awkwardly chuckled.
Was this going to be their married life?
Priscilla clicked her tongue. "Has something happened Al? I do not wish to talk with you right now, so be quick about it."
The gladiator recoiled. "Ouch." But then recomposed himself. "Nothing happened. I just came here to... you know... check if everything was okay." He put a hand on the back of his neck, and laughed. "I am your bodyguard after all!"
"You want to die?"
"No." Aldeberan left. He really had come to the room just to cockblock Heitor. Alas, he failed... because Emilia had already done that for him.
Priscilla's eye twitched. "This cannot continue." So she saw the same problem Heitor did. That was definitely a good thing. "So husband, what did you desire to talk with me about...?"
Heitor cleared his throat. "It's... about that thing I was talking about when we... It's the whole singing during a fight thing." It was embarrassing to even talk about it.
She tilted her head. "A new aspect of your power, yes?"
"Yeah, and a annoying one." He looked away. "You see... um... my power kind of... implied..."
She scowled. "Get on with it already!"
"My power kind of implied I should seduce the other candidates to unlock more songs!" There, he said it.
It was something far too important to ignore... since it reminded him of the plot of other Fire Emblems. After all, the candidates were the Fire Emblem, so undoubtedly he needed to... erm... collect them. Heitor was willing to bet some mega dragon killing song would be unlocked once he got them all.
Priscilla seemed, understandly... okay with it!? That wasn't understandable at all. "Oh? Very well then, I imagine you're already close to it with the half-wit, so keep at it, mine husband." A surprise cuckqueen!?
No way, right!? "Y-you're okay with it?" Maybe the Support thing had messed with her head!?
She cackled. "Of course! I cannot wait to see the she-fox's despair filled face in particular...! Having her fall for someone, and then have her greedy desires repelled shall be pure bliss!" She... how had she reached such a crazy conclusion!?
Her smug smile was something else. "So, as long as no physical contact happens, I shall allow you to steal their hearts... and then break them completely." Sometimes he almost forgot she was a super villain.
This was bad. "Um... Lady Priscilla..." So bad he went back to the lady. "I... This is not something where I just seduce a woman then ignore them. I need to marry them."
"Piggy, are you asking me to marry other women?" Now... just how should he respond to that?
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"So cousin, why are you wandering around instead of sharing a bed with the princess?" He snorted. "Did you finally realize the difference between heaven and earth?"
Heitor blushed. "Actually, she kicked me out."
Al scratched the cheek of his helm. "Um? Did she finally come to her senses them?" He seemed relieved. "Good. Don't get me wrong cousin, I like you, but the princess deserves better than some nobody like us—."
"She didn't come to her senses like that." He covered his face in embarrassment. "The truth is that I asked permission to marry other women, and then she got mad."
"Oh? Am I talking to a ghost then?" Surprisingly not.
Priscilla truly was kind when it came to him.
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Ricardo Torres II
Suck that rem dead
