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[FE] Daughter's Duty
Title: Daughter's Duty
Character/Pairing: Ike, Soren
Rating: G
Summary: AU. DaeinPrincess!Soren. Ike invades Daein Keep; at the end of the battle, he asks the girl a few questions.
Notes: Dear Lord this sucks. I'm only posting this for 31days purposes. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
31_days and for a kink meme prompt: “DaeinPrincess!Soren/Ike”. I'll probably come back to that prompt later because I've got much better ideas now, of course. (Again: it sucks.)
Takes place during the PoR chapter in Daein castle (with Ena as a boss). Spoilery for both games.
It was only when Titania made the book fall from the girl's hands and Ike had his sword against his sword that she seemed ready to admit defeat. Her red eyes gleamed murderous, then she straightened, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows in a supremely disdainful fashion.
“I'll expect you'll be interrogating me?”
“Mist, get us rope,” Ike ordered without taking his weapon away. “We invaded the capitol city of Daein, and, in King Ashnard's castle, we find out he's not there. There's only you. If you're in charge of the whole operation, that means you must know what he's up to.”
The girl's eyelids lowered slowly, twice.
Ike tried to guess her age. She had the same sort of expression as Shinon perpetually did, which looked quite odd on such a young face. She couldn't be any older than Mist; Ike felt puzzled that King Ashnard had left such a young girl with the responsibility to guard his castle. He'd thought Ashnard would be more the type to favour experience.
But he had to give it to the girl; once they'd been inside the castle, getting to this room had been much longer and much harder than he'd have imagined.
She sniffed.
“And you've won battles with these deductive skills? Clearly, you're surrounded by a very competent staff.”
He frowned, suddenly reminded of some of his encounters with the nobles in Mainal.
“Hey. I've got my sword on your neck, so now probably isn't the best time to insult me.”
The girl's air grew, if anything, even more contemptuous.
“If you kill me when I'm your last source of information, then you're even more foolish than I thought.”
He gave her a blank stare. Couldn't the others hurry with that rope?
“I'm not threatening to kill you, just pointing out that you are going to be our prisoner.”
Her eyebrows lowered marginally.
“I'm listening,” she said.
Cheeky, but at least she wasn't being completely daft. Comparisons with the Begnion aristocracy were sent back to the other side of the mountains. He nodded.
“Who are you, and where's Ashnard?”
She tilted her head back and coolly appraised him.
Forget short, the word was 'tiny'. The robes she wore weren't thick enough to conceal how thin her shoulders were – stick-like. Ike understood better, now, why she'd wielded such weak tomes. Anything heavier would've probably slowed her down.
He suppressed a grimace when he imagined how much easier that would've made the battle. He hadn't been the only one getting caught in lashes of wind, and her spells hurt like hell, and it sometimes seemed as if she just never let up. Yeah, anything to make her reflexes even slightly less good would've been much appreciated. Ike would never forget Mia's face when she realized the girl was throwing a second spell at her before she could retreat.
Ike rolled his eyes. They weren't going to spend the rest of the day like that, right?
“Where's that rope?” he called back. Shuffles answered him.
“Now,” he told the girl, “you can answer our questions, or you can be thrown in one of this castle's dungeons and we'll just do with Tauroneo's info. Seriously, Ashnard abandoned all of you here. You're ready to die for a king who wouldn't even protect his people?”
And it was true; they'd put up a good fight, but there hadn't been many soldiers left to guard the castle, much less guard the entire city. Not enough soldiers.
If the idea didn't seem so completely preposterous, Ike would've said Ashnard and his elite army had just up and left. But to go where?
The girl didn't hesitate.
“I am Soren,” she said, “and Ashnard's in Crimea by now.”
Boyd started mumbling curses. Ike couldn't blame him, but was vaguely grateful when Oscar shushed him up – bad enough about Shinon's language, but he could try to be a better role model to Rolf and Mist.
“Okay. And who're you? You're not one of his generals.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Tauroneo's lance lower. It was accompanied by a curious grinding of metal, as if he'd started shifting his weight, or fidgeting, by he'd caught himself.
A rope was handed to him, but he halted the movement with a short hand gesture. Before they bound her hands, he wanted to know if she would answer.
The girl – Soren – called his attention back to her when she answered, “I'm his daughter.”
Ike stared.
The clatter of weapons behind him only seemed to irritate her.
“Give me a break,” said a disgusted voice. Shinon, Ike thought. He knew first-hand that Shinon's whispers carried over very well.
Soren's eyes narrowed.
“I'd say that since you're yourself serving in the army of Crimea's hidden princess, you're hardly in a position to question me. Ask Tauroneo.”
She pronounced the last rather as if she was throwing a bone to a dog.
Checking wouldn't hurt.
“Tauroneo? Is that the truth?”
Now the lance was pointed ramrod straight at the ceiling. “...Yes. Princess Soren is King Ashnard's daughter.”
“Well, at least beating him won't be too difficult, if that shrimp takes after him.”
Ike closed briefly his eyes.
“Shinon,” Titania reprimanded.
Soren looked more haughty than affronted. “You may think that, but you'll never defeat him, and especially not so easily. He's expecting you – you and your little ragtag army.”
“And what do you propose, then?”
The words had no sooner left his lips that he was already regretting them. It wasn't going to shut her up. She was bound to retort something snarky; and he was, frankly, not in the mood of growing any more frustrated. They'd come so far, and now they had to invade their own country to take it back... He'd asked more because he'd had just about enough of the conversation than because he expected her to answer.
“Take me with you,” Soren said. “I will be your strategist.”
She was calmly looking at him, her red eyes very earnest and very determined.
Ike gaped as he tried to work out how she could have gone from snubbing him to suggesting that she'd join his army. He was startled when he found that, while he was silent, he had started considering her words.
Character/Pairing: Ike, Soren
Rating: G
Summary: AU. DaeinPrincess!Soren. Ike invades Daein Keep; at the end of the battle, he asks the girl a few questions.
Notes: Dear Lord this sucks. I'm only posting this for 31days purposes. Written for
31_days and for a kink meme prompt: “DaeinPrincess!Soren/Ike”. I'll probably come back to that prompt later because I've got much better ideas now, of course. (Again: it sucks.)Takes place during the PoR chapter in Daein castle (with Ena as a boss). Spoilery for both games.
It was only when Titania made the book fall from the girl's hands and Ike had his sword against his sword that she seemed ready to admit defeat. Her red eyes gleamed murderous, then she straightened, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows in a supremely disdainful fashion.
“I'll expect you'll be interrogating me?”
“Mist, get us rope,” Ike ordered without taking his weapon away. “We invaded the capitol city of Daein, and, in King Ashnard's castle, we find out he's not there. There's only you. If you're in charge of the whole operation, that means you must know what he's up to.”
The girl's eyelids lowered slowly, twice.
Ike tried to guess her age. She had the same sort of expression as Shinon perpetually did, which looked quite odd on such a young face. She couldn't be any older than Mist; Ike felt puzzled that King Ashnard had left such a young girl with the responsibility to guard his castle. He'd thought Ashnard would be more the type to favour experience.
But he had to give it to the girl; once they'd been inside the castle, getting to this room had been much longer and much harder than he'd have imagined.
She sniffed.
“And you've won battles with these deductive skills? Clearly, you're surrounded by a very competent staff.”
He frowned, suddenly reminded of some of his encounters with the nobles in Mainal.
“Hey. I've got my sword on your neck, so now probably isn't the best time to insult me.”
The girl's air grew, if anything, even more contemptuous.
“If you kill me when I'm your last source of information, then you're even more foolish than I thought.”
He gave her a blank stare. Couldn't the others hurry with that rope?
“I'm not threatening to kill you, just pointing out that you are going to be our prisoner.”
Her eyebrows lowered marginally.
“I'm listening,” she said.
Cheeky, but at least she wasn't being completely daft. Comparisons with the Begnion aristocracy were sent back to the other side of the mountains. He nodded.
“Who are you, and where's Ashnard?”
She tilted her head back and coolly appraised him.
Forget short, the word was 'tiny'. The robes she wore weren't thick enough to conceal how thin her shoulders were – stick-like. Ike understood better, now, why she'd wielded such weak tomes. Anything heavier would've probably slowed her down.
He suppressed a grimace when he imagined how much easier that would've made the battle. He hadn't been the only one getting caught in lashes of wind, and her spells hurt like hell, and it sometimes seemed as if she just never let up. Yeah, anything to make her reflexes even slightly less good would've been much appreciated. Ike would never forget Mia's face when she realized the girl was throwing a second spell at her before she could retreat.
Ike rolled his eyes. They weren't going to spend the rest of the day like that, right?
“Where's that rope?” he called back. Shuffles answered him.
“Now,” he told the girl, “you can answer our questions, or you can be thrown in one of this castle's dungeons and we'll just do with Tauroneo's info. Seriously, Ashnard abandoned all of you here. You're ready to die for a king who wouldn't even protect his people?”
And it was true; they'd put up a good fight, but there hadn't been many soldiers left to guard the castle, much less guard the entire city. Not enough soldiers.
If the idea didn't seem so completely preposterous, Ike would've said Ashnard and his elite army had just up and left. But to go where?
The girl didn't hesitate.
“I am Soren,” she said, “and Ashnard's in Crimea by now.”
Boyd started mumbling curses. Ike couldn't blame him, but was vaguely grateful when Oscar shushed him up – bad enough about Shinon's language, but he could try to be a better role model to Rolf and Mist.
“Okay. And who're you? You're not one of his generals.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Tauroneo's lance lower. It was accompanied by a curious grinding of metal, as if he'd started shifting his weight, or fidgeting, by he'd caught himself.
A rope was handed to him, but he halted the movement with a short hand gesture. Before they bound her hands, he wanted to know if she would answer.
The girl – Soren – called his attention back to her when she answered, “I'm his daughter.”
Ike stared.
The clatter of weapons behind him only seemed to irritate her.
“Give me a break,” said a disgusted voice. Shinon, Ike thought. He knew first-hand that Shinon's whispers carried over very well.
Soren's eyes narrowed.
“I'd say that since you're yourself serving in the army of Crimea's hidden princess, you're hardly in a position to question me. Ask Tauroneo.”
She pronounced the last rather as if she was throwing a bone to a dog.
Checking wouldn't hurt.
“Tauroneo? Is that the truth?”
Now the lance was pointed ramrod straight at the ceiling. “...Yes. Princess Soren is King Ashnard's daughter.”
“Well, at least beating him won't be too difficult, if that shrimp takes after him.”
Ike closed briefly his eyes.
“Shinon,” Titania reprimanded.
Soren looked more haughty than affronted. “You may think that, but you'll never defeat him, and especially not so easily. He's expecting you – you and your little ragtag army.”
“And what do you propose, then?”
The words had no sooner left his lips that he was already regretting them. It wasn't going to shut her up. She was bound to retort something snarky; and he was, frankly, not in the mood of growing any more frustrated. They'd come so far, and now they had to invade their own country to take it back... He'd asked more because he'd had just about enough of the conversation than because he expected her to answer.
“Take me with you,” Soren said. “I will be your strategist.”
She was calmly looking at him, her red eyes very earnest and very determined.
Ike gaped as he tried to work out how she could have gone from snubbing him to suggesting that she'd join his army. He was startled when he found that, while he was silent, he had started considering her words.