Part 149: Lissa B

Hey, Virion. I talked to Chrom; you're clear to send as many pigeons as you want.

...With nary a question about the content of my letters? Fascinating. I commend Chrom's openness, but naivete is a troubling trait in general.

Pfft! He's not naive, silly. I just invented a little backstory for you. I told Chrom you're writing letters to your dear old ma and pa back home.

Aristocrats have neither "mas" nor "pas," milady! Such vulgar terms... But tell me-suppose I were actually a spy exposing secrets to the enemy? What would be made of your groundless stories then?

Um, wait. Are you confessing to me? Because you don't seem like a spy.

Ha ha ha! Oh, this is truly too much. You and Chrom both, you're...

What? Why are you laughing?

Apologies, dear girl. Your incandescent innocence simply caught me off guard.

Watch it, fancy pants! It's "milady," not "girl." I won't stand here and be mocked!

Perish the thought, milady! I have only the deepest admiration for you. I'm envious, in fact. Men of my elevated station must suspect all who surround them. You and your brother are blessed to live free of such petty intrigues.

You DO realize that as a princess I outrank you twenty times over. ...Right?

Oh, well... yes... *ahem* I suppose you would, wouldn't you?

But then royalty has its own kind of shield from many of life's harsher realities. A fact lesser nobles such as myself know only too well! Caught between the huddled masses below and the royal houses above... O onerous fate! Can one of my standing ever know rest?!

...Nope. I still don't see how you have it harder than my brother.

Er... Yes, well it's a...nuanced thing. A casual observer might agree that leading an army is the greater burden. But to the trained eye, it's quite clear that... You see, um...

You have no idea what you're talking about, do you?

NO! I DON'T! OKAY?! Are you pleased to hear it?!

I... *ahem* My apologies. What were we talking about?

Your stupid carrier pigeons! Gods, even if you were a spy, it wouldn't matter. Your expressions would more likely confuse the enemy than help them!

Anyway, you still haven't told me-what are your dumb letters about, anyway?

I'm afraid that's priveleged information my dear lady.

What?! But after I... Ngaaah!

Ha ha! Ladies prefer a man with a bit of mystery, my dear Lissa. Though our exchange has been most valuable in its own right...

What, you're happy you got to hide something from me?

No, I learned you trust me! A lady's faith is among the sweetest gifts she can bestow. This has been ever so enlightening, my dear. You have my thanks.

Bah, I still think you're full of it!