He was in an entirely different land! Well, he had known other lands existed, that stranger he’d met in the market the other day but… He’d never been in one! Oh how had he got into such a state? The gods really had damned him hadn’t they?
"I..I am Azel of House Velthomer. Velthomer is in Grandbell, in the continent of Jugdral." He gave a bow. He was right, this man was royalty! He was certainly a lot less intimidating that certain other royals he knew or had once known.
"It is an honour to meet you your highness, My sincerest apologies if I am keeping you. I might be able to work out…" His sentence tailed off into silence. No, no he was fairly clueless as to what to do next. There was no denying it.
Marth was sure that he has never heard of Velthomer, Grandbell and even Jugdral. And considering Azel’s confusion from before, Marth suspected they were both from two different lands. However, he didn’t want to outright speak of this, for he might put the other youth in a state of panic. Instead, he decided on a simple plan. He would offer a room in his castle so that the redhead could relax in peace. Azel would have everything he need at the moment, and perhaps he could work things out in a calm manner.
❝Sir Azel, if I may,❞ Marth began with concern apparent on his face, ❝I wish to offer you a place to stay in the meantime. It would be best for you to rest and consider your choices… I’ll be sure to assist you in any way I can.❞
Lucina nodded her head respectfully, appreciating his comments greatly. When she straightened up, she saw a faint confusion in the other’s eyes. Somehow, she wasn’t surprised… She could only imagine how disorienting it would be for him to find out that he had been brought, not only to a different country, but to a completely different time, as well.
Still, she didn’t truly bother to speak until his questions reached her. At that point, she couldn’t help but frown slightly, before nodding slightly.
"Of course, milord. I will gladly answer any questions to the best of my abilities." She answered, nodding her head again in confirmation. She had little doubt that his questions would consist of where he was, and about the creatures that had attacked him.
"You are in the haildom of Ylisse… Though I must say that you are fortunate to have ended up here, as opposed to our neighbouring country of Plegia. If you had ended up there, your life would have been in grave danger." She started, needing to pause both in order to catch her breath and to think of how to phrase her response.
"As for those creatures that attacked you… They are known as the Risen. They are servants of the Fell Dragon, Grima… And they are undead warriors, who think of nothing aside from killing. That is why I just attacked when I first saw you: They don’t listen to orders from anyone besides Grima, and they surely wouldn’t listen to negotiations."
"And yes, I am related to you. However, in this world, your time has long since passed… Tales of your deeds in life have passed throughout the world. And, due to being a part of your bloodline, the ability to wield Falchion has passed to both my father and myself."
She had a feeling that her answers would only bring about more questions, but she would gladly answer them. After all, it would be in everyone’s best interest for him to be informed.
Marth listened carefully to the names of the countries mentioned, the name of the corpse soldier, and finally the name of a fell Dragon, who seemed unfamiliar to Marth. Minus the undead warriors, the prince was given an idea of what it was like here. If his assumption was correct, Lucina was going through something similar to what Marth has gone through— perhaps even worse.
The last of his question was answered, and Marth was left with uncertainty. It wasn’t the first time he was brought into a strange land, but this certainly was the first time he has stumbled into the future. It was a bit difficult to take, but as he stared at his descendant, he could tell that everything she said was true. So the prince has managed to continue his lineage, though that should be expected after all. Thinking of it now, Marth felt a little gloomy, but he quickly set those thoughts aside.
Indeed he had other questions now, although he minded the chance of altering his future. He made note to not ask many questions, but he also realise this was not the place to learn more. Still slightly puzzled by everything, Marth decided to bring up a suggestion.
❝… I assume there is still much to explain… But first, I believe we should find a safe location so we can discuss this further.❞
♚ // It’s about time I updated my relationship page. I’ll be adding Lucina and Ephraim, and perhaps Azel too if the roleplayer is still around.
If you have a character that has interacted with my Marth a few times (not just once), let me know so that I can add them too!
♚ // Yes, I am alive. I apologise to everyone for being so inactive. I have been studying and had unfortunate luck in my life thus far. But don’t worry, I think I’ll be doing okay.
I don’t have much to reply to (I have just one more reply as of now), but I’ll still try to be more active this week in case someone wants to RP with an old goof of a Marf— like me.
Well, I have to go now. I hope everyone is doing well and Happy Holidays!
Well, this was awkward. Lucina had barely any idea of what to say… And what she had just said had most likely ended up making her look like an idiot. Of course it was him. Why had she even bothered to make that comment?
"Forgive me, milord. But here, everyone knows you as the Hero King. Perhaps you are not yet known as such in your time, but that is how you are known here." The princess said in response, praying that she didn’t cause even more confusion than she seemingly already had.
Before fully letting her guard down, she scanned the area for the Risen one last time, before facing him once again. There didn’t seem to be any more creatures around, but one could never be too careful.
"I suppose I should introduce myself, seeing as I know your name, but you do not know mine." She said, almost as an afterthought. "My name is Lucina."
❝Lucina… You’re quite the valiant one.❞
As soon as she introduced herself, Marth felt a sense of familiarity from her. Perhaps it was her appearance which was heavily similar to his own save for the longer hair. She resembled his dear sister Elice as well. The thought of this resemblance seemed to be more than simple coincidence— perhaps the girl was a long lost sister or cousin. Although he figured the possibility to be quite unlikely, he was curious and somewhat wary about it. There was also another confusion lingering from within him. How could he be referred to as king when he has not familiar with this land? It was very strange to him, but he found no falsehood in Lucina’s words.
❝Ah— I must thank you for helping me, Lady Lucina,❞ he said as his voice became more pleasant than before. ❝If I haven’t been careful enough, well…❞
Marth trail of thoughts shifted as he realised he was more focused on relieving his questions. The silence hovered between the two of them, but it was not long before the prince spoke again.
❝— Pardon me, but I feel I must ask you a few questions… The truth is— I haven’t been here before. And that monster— I’ve not seen it before either. How could I be the Hero King? And… are you, per chance, related to me…?❞
He was a little forward in his approach, but he could not set the matter aside. He could only hope that the mysterious girl was comfortable enough to answer his questions.