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Imperial Year 1185 ➳ Flayn
(Derdriu fell and the burgeoning league of nobles known as the Leicester Alliance was disbanded. Annexation by the Empire had gone... surprisingly smooth, almost as if it was meant to happen. Of course, it didn't go without some problems. People are complicated, especially when morals and loyalties are involved.
Ordelia and Gloucester were the first to give in and together, the two houses led much of the transition. House Riegan was no more and Edmund easily conceded once they realized there was no point in fighting. All that remained was Goneril which had long been the strength of the Alliance. Holst Goneril was no fool. Even he could see that he was against all odds and he would have to give in. They knew this at their last Roundtable meeting, when Claude had gathered them all together for their final meeting and explained their options.
This isn't the Alliance's war. If Derdriu falls, they give in to the Empire. Resisting would destroy their lands, lead to suffering, and despair. They'd done well for five years, protecting their neutrality. They'd held their own for so long that their territories had become sanctuaries for those fleeing the war's destruction. He'd thanked Goneril for protecting their borders and Edmund for helping with the financial burden of taking in so many refugees. He'd thanked Ordelia for helping them save as many people as they could and he'd even thanked Gloucester for all of his support balancing these extra responsibilities.
Wouldn't it be a shame if all of their efforts went to waste because of something like pride? As nobles, their duties were to the people. Protect them. Evacuate Derdriu, prepare for battle, lure the Empire in deeply to avoid widespread casualty and destruction and if that isn't enough... If Derdriu falls... protect the people. Surrender. As the Alliance's leader, he would either die in battle or step down and in turn, the duty would fall on Gloucester to lead the others through what happened next.
But the empire had killed his sister. They'd killed Hilda. And Holst wasn't going to let that go easily. Gloucester and the other nobles had tried to reason with him and little by little, he'd begun to relent.
This was fine. The Empire didn't have to worry about Goneril who would inevitably give in. Edelgard wasn't a cruel Emperor nor was Byleth Eisner. They would led the Duke grieve. His lands were the furthest from the Empire and would take time to assimilate anyway. In the meantime, they would move on to crushing the Church and the Kingdom.)
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( She isn't sure who thought it was a good idea to do the laundry but Ryoko decides that when she finds out, they're banned from laundry duty forever and banished to the fields until winter.
Her first thought, upon seeing the whites mixed with the colors is "Oh no! My clothes!" but it didn't take her long to realize everyone's laundry had been mixed together. Listen, they've been together for a long time and been through a lot but she really isn't sure if she's okay with her underwear being mixed in with their work clothes just yet if only because she doesn't want them to see. She is a pure maiden.
She sits in the living room, sorting through the clothes and trying to assess the damage. She's lost a summer dress that she was hoping to repurpose with fall layers. If it was going to be stained pink, at least it could have been stained completely instead of with these ugly pink blotches. It looks like some of Kashuu and Midare's casual clothes have been stained a hideous shade of yellow-green and off pink as well. There's no saving some of these things anymore and she sets them aside to ask them what they want to do later.
At the end of the pile, she finds a few sheets that she can repurpose, or at least, she thinks they're sheets... )
Oh...
( She recognizes this ratty old thing instantly. As much as she hates it, she's very careful when she untangles Yamanbagiri's now blotchy pink cloak from the pile of laundry. She's not really disappointed that it's ruined, exactly... but she is disappointed because it had taken so long to convince him to let it get washed and now this felt like a betrayal of his trust. It was his security blanket of sorts and her inattentiveness had ruined it. But maybe he wouldn't mind? He didn't really seem like the type to care about his appearances... at least, not this way. Surely, the original Yamanbagiri doesn't have a pink cloak...
With a heavy sigh, she massages her forehead and neatly folds his cloak beside her, and waits. Maybe he's on a mission or in the fields or maybe he's resting-- who knows! But surely it won't take too long for him to pass by because if she knows him, he won't be able to go long without his cloak...
When she finally catches him, she crosses her arms across her chest and frowns. She doesn't really want to do this and her displeasure shows. )
Yamanbagiri. ( She beckons him to come over, ) Come here.