fic: The Dinner Party
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bonnefoisTitle: The Dinner Party
Series: FE4/5
Character/pairing: Olwen/Fred, Reinhardt/Ishtar
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 7k
Summary: Tired of their lingering fight, Ishtar forces their hand and summons both Reinhardt and Olwen to the same dinner to mend things, whatever the cost, and to introduce Reinhardt to Fred.
Olwen's temper ensures things don't go smoothly.
Author's note:
Divergent au assumes that:
Reinhardt and Ishtar both survived the war, and Reinhardt returned to her service pretty much immediately.
Fred and Olwen are not married yet
"Reinhardt, have you heard news of your sister?"
She clasped her hands, waiting for his response. His shoulder's tightened, but there was little other hint of his feelings.
"She is within Friege's boundaries, and helping rebuild along with the knight who defected with her to the Liberation Army. That is all I know."
"It has been years, Reinhardt. Surely whatever fight you had should be laid to rest. You are no longer upon separate sides; you are both loyal to Friege.
"I've sent letters," he said.
"And does she respond?"
"As a stranger would," he said. "Perhaps even that is a mercy from her. At first, she ignored them."
"A shame to hear it," she said. "You were so close."
He nodded, but said nothing more. Reinhardt was often unreadable, even stony. She knew after all these years that deep passion and emotion was underneath his guarded exterior. She also knew that he was hurting at such a turn of events.
Reinhardt and his sister had been quite close, up until that fateful day at the River Thracia.
Queen Ishtar had almost lost Reinhardt that day as well. The news had come back that all the Gelben Ritter had been destroyed, and how she had mourned at the loss of him. For weeks she'd been so racked with grief as to feel barely alive.
But, through some miracle, the news had been wrong. Reinhardt had been spared, a detail lost in the news of battle sent to her. Perhaps his sister had stayed her hand, unable to face her brother in battle. Perhaps Prince Leif had been merciful.
Queen Ishtar did not know. All she knew was she was grateful for the turn of fate which had brought Reinhardt back to her.
"Something must be done," she said.
"Some things cannot be mended," he said.
She shook her head. "It is not right."
"What will be will be," Reinhardt said. He spoke so evenly, as if he felt nothing. But she knew deep down that the ache must be unimaginable.
She let it be--for now. The beginnings of a plan had already formed in her mind.
*
Olwen hadn't seen her brother since the end of the war. While they'd diverged on certain paths, they were now on the same path: rebuilding Friege.
The only difference was that Reinhardt stayed at Queen Ishtar's side more than ever. She'd been fragile after the war, and taken ill. Her guards had also been increased tenfold, as some were not so eager to welcome back the former fiancee of the heir of the Lotpous cult.
Letters had been exchanged. At first hesitant and guarded. But, soon she found herself falling into the same patterns. She had a temper undoubtedly, and could hold a grudge. For years she had fumed and pitied her brother, who despite seemingly being a paragon of a knight, had not joined the Liberation Army alongside her.
It was only fate and happenstance which meant they were now on the same side again.
Queen Ishtar had risen to power, and enacted a series of massive rebuilding plans. Much peace talks and treaties had ensued.
Then came the letter that heralded one reunion. Not penned by Reinhardt's hand, but by Queen Ishtar herself. One she could not refuse.
It was with some pensiveness that she answered the letter, and confirmed the date.
Because she knew Queen Ishtar wouldn't be alone in this meeting. Reinhardt never left her side. And after all these years, she'd be face to face with her brother again.
*
Fred wiped the sweat from his brow. His brown hair was even more tousled. She wanted to run her fingers through it. Just the thought made her blush.
After the war, things had gotten more serious. Fred was steadfast and kind, and so unlike anyone she ever thought she would fall for.
But, fall she had. They spent most of their days together, working to rebuild the towns of Friege which had been destroyed within the war.
She smiled softly. "Don't overwork, okay?"
"I'll be fine," he said.
"Leave work a little early, please? I'm being summoned and would like some back up."
"Summoned? Back up?"
"I have received summons from Queen Ishtar. We're to meet at a nearby fort for dinner. Reinhardt will surely be with her. He never leaves her side if he can help it....especially now."
Traveling when Queen Ishtar was fragile and often ill was probably not recommended, but she could be quite stubborn at times. Almost as stubborn as Reinhardt himself.
"The ruler of Friege is coming within a few hours?" Fred said.
"Nothing to worry about..."
"We aren't to be sent the the gallows...probably," Olwen said. Half a joke, with little humor in it as they almost had gone to the gallows together before.
"It had no censure. I am not sure of why I am to be summoned, as it was not mentioned."
All she knew is Reinhardt would be there, surely.
"All right, I'll support you. Even if it means facing your brother."
"This is no battle, for if it were, we would surely lose. Queen Ishtar and Reinhardt are the strongest of all of Friege and wield unimaginable power," Olwen said.
"I'd still back you up, even if it was hopeless," Fred said.
And that was why she loved him.
*
Fort Asher was only a few miles hence. She packed her best dress, a bit of food for the journey. Olwen and Fred set off early in the morning, when the air as still cool and dew covered the grass.
They arrived some time later, where guards already filled the castle. At the gates awaited Queen Ishtar, with Reinhardt close by her side.
Queen Ishtar had changed much. She wore the coronet of a queen, and elaborate dark Friegean robes which had a cut at her leg to allow better mobility, and were etched in utmost gold.
Beside her was Reinhardt, as close as a shadow in his dark robes. His expression revealed nothing as he caught sight of her. Not pain or happiness, just stony silence.
Both she and Fred dismounted, and bowed.
She smiled gently. "Olwen, it's been so long. I am glad to see you well. You've grown much since I've seen you last."
They'd grown up together, her and Reinhardt and Queen Ishtar. Every summer, Queen Ishtar would visit the summer manor in the Zwei region, though now Olwen knew it was mere pretext to give Reinhardt a chance to visit his family. He never wished to leave her side, yet he would miss Olwen, and their parents horribly.
Somehow, that had been suggested. She thought Ishtore might be at the heart of it, for Ishtar was much too young back then to think up such plans, and Queen Hilda was quite frankly, a monster who hardly could spare time to care about her daughter's knight's feelings.
"Now, who have you brought with you?"
"O-Oh!"
Olwen cleared her throat.
"This is Fred. He was stationed with me back then, and he..."
Defected was the word she wanted, but to say that to the very queen she had opposed seemed in poor taste, even if she knew she was not headed for the hangman's knot.
"Nice to meet you," Fred said. He was a bit too stiff and formal. Olwen glanced back.
"I'll take care of the horses," Fred said quickly.
"There is no need. I've stablemen with me, the finest in the land. Reinhardt always is fastidious about the care of his horses," Queen Ishtar said.
And, no wonder. Their father, Sir Richard, had reluctantly retired to raise horses after he was so injured in battle he almost died. Olwen spent much of her childhood in the stables as father took care of horses himself, the best he could with his war injuries.
The war had taken one arm, and deeply wounded one of his legs. Still, he rode and forced himself up every morning despite lingering pain to tend to his horses.
"Allow me to accompany you," Reinhardt said.
"All right then," Fred said tightly.
Olwen could only turn and watch the men go.
*
Reinhardt had been far above him in the academy. Their paths hadn't crossed too much. Reinhardt was a legend, practically a mythic figure in Friege. He'd become general at a very young age, when most his age were becoming squires. Shortly after, he was bestowed with the greatest honor in the land: guarding Queen Ishtar, who only a little younger than her.
From what Fred gathered, there'd been much mockery about the boy barely grown gaining such a titles, but those japes were quickly silenced in the face of his sheer power. Power which had only grown with time.
(Silenced all except for from Kempf, but no wonder, considering.)
"Come, show me your steed," Reinhardt said.
Fred remained silent and led his horse's tether to the stable. In a light point, he steadied her and spoke a soft word. His mare nickered and stilled at his command.
It was undoubtedly a test. And had his chestnut mare had a single burr in her mane, he likely would've failed.
"You can tell a lot by how a person keeps their animals," Reinhardt said.
Reinhardt reached up and petted the horse's flank.
"She's in excellent condition, and quite spoiled, too. She expected a treat when I came near. Make sure you don't give her too many sugar cubes, or you'll rot her teeth."
"I usually give her apples. There's an orchard nearby where we live."
"Yes, apples are a good treat."
Reinhardt gave him a discerning look.
"You are lovers then?"
"There is a small abandoned fort there. Those who are working on the rebuilding have taken to staying there."
"That does not answer the question," Reinhardt said.
"I care for her deeply, and we are a pair," Fred said. "But no pledges of marriage have been said as of yet."
"Hmm. I see. We should return. Queen Ishtar and Olwen await."
Without another word, Reinhardt left the stables.
*
She should know that this was an honor. Reinhardt wouldn't leave Queen Ishtar with just anyone. It meant he trusted her enough to protect Queen Ishtar should a sudden attack come.
It still didn't act as any balm. They already had too much history and to have Reinhardt suddenly leave without even a word, even of greeting...
It did not give her hope for the dinner tonight.
Fred joined her, just in time for a soldier to report something to Queen Ishtar. Fred took this moment to motion her near and speak softly.
"I don't think he likes me."
"What? It's Reinhardt. He's kind, truly. There's very few he doesn't like, and only those are terrible people."
He hadn't liked Kempf, who he largely ignored. And she knew that Reinhardt had despised Julius to his very core, long before the signs. Had he known what Julius would become, or was it simply because he'd been Queen Ishtar's lover for so long?
"I've heard that the enemies he's faced in battle say once you see Reinhardt, say your prayers, for death comes nearer with every step he takes."
"Well, yes. That and more. But outside of battle he is kind and quite protective of those he loves."
How easy it was to fall back into the habit. Easier than holding onto her anger. She sighed.
"He can be rather stoic. I inherited the temper, the impulsiveness from mother. Reinhardt follows more after father. He would never aim a sword at his superior officer, even if he hated them. He would be ever the professional."
And that was the problem between them. He had remained a knight of Friege, duty bound until the end, even wit the rotten core of their country. He must've known. Even if he hadn't partaken in the hunts, what was going on.
"I should hope. He is one enemy I would not wish to make."
"You're worried about nothing. And you haven't even met my parents."
Olwen went on.
"Years ago, my mother and father were the terror of the battlefields. They called mother 'The Valkyrie' for she was the maiden who would lead you to death upon sight. And my father, Sir Richard, was the strongest knight in the land. He was said to be a man who could fell armies on his lonesome. He nearly died in battle, but mother managed to take him away from the battlefield. She faced down an entire battalion and in a rage, killed them all with her magic and pulled him to safety."
Fred sighed. "You're telling me you have parents who are even more fearsome than your brother? It seems I have another hill to climb."
She couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm sure they will love you," she said.
The soldier left, but Queen Ishtar leaned in and spoke to Reinhardt.
"Reinhardt, I need a moment. Could you come with me?"
"Of course, Queen Ishtar."
"This shall only take a short while," she said to Olwen and Fred.
She lead Reinhardt off to another room.
*
The door closed behind them. It was a rather dusty room, full of bookcases, though the books had been removed. Perhaps it had once been a library.
"Fred seems perfectly nice and respectable man," Queen Ishtar said.
"I am glad to hear she has found someone," Reinhardt said.
"Then why is there a storm in the air?"
"Such long grudges cannot be ended in a single night," Reinhardt said.
"No, it is surely deeper. I know you, Reinhardt. And you faced down Fred as if he might one day be your opponent in battle. You sized him up."
Reinhardt nodded then.
"She has grown up completely, and is no longer my little baby sister. But, protecting her is an instinctive reflex. I wanted to get a good look at him. Even if she disowns me, I will never stop caring for her and wishing her well."
"I do not think your on is unable to repair. It should take time, but perhaps one day you will be close again."
"You have more faith than I," Reinhardt said.
She reached out and took his hand and squeezed it. Such intimate gestures were commonplace between them, and had been for years.
"By whatever mercy, you returned to me. Now, I should hope that mercy of fate brings you and your sister back upon the same path."
"Perhaps," Reinhardt said.
"We should get back. I shouldn't wish to be rude to Olwen and Fred, and keep them waiting. After all, I was the one who called her here."
"Yes, that is for the best. She would not forgive a slight. No one knows how to hold a grudge like her," Reinhardt said ruefully.
"And remember, be kind," Queen Ishtar said.
*
"Forgive the delay, for I am sure you must be famished," Queen Ishtar said.
The plates were heaped high with a spicy rice dish, with a side of fresh meat. Olwen and Fred took their seat.
Old banners of Friege, moth eaten and musty decorated the walls of this large eating room, along with slightly rusty weapons placed upon the walls.
They hadn't must've had much time to clean, though Queen Ishtar made no complaint.
The war had changed Queen Ishtar. Olwen had remembered a kind girl, who laughed often. But, she had lost almost her entire family there, with only Tine left living. Queen Ishtar was known for her kindness and haunting beauty, but her face was always filled with sorrow.
Olwen never quite recovered from the rift between her and Reinhardt, and he had lived. Olwen could scarcely even fathom how it must feel to lose as much as Queen Ishtar lost to the war in a short time.
Even now, their sibling bond was strained, but not entirely broken. As much as she didn't want to admit it. As much as she wanted to be free from any lingering attachment to him, sometimes she slipped up.
It wasn't that easy to simply throw away years of a close bond, no matter how angry she was at him.
She and Fred had changed to their officer's uniforms. And Olwen's didn't even fit that well any longer, not with how she'd grown these past years. Still, she hadn't the time to buy anything better.
Guards were around the room, at doors and about the perimeter of the fort. Reinhardt was seated by Queen Ishtar's side, as always. Even as he ate, he remained silent and alert.
He always came to the table armed, so those around him could enjoy a respite and rest. If it meant he spoke less, and and spent less time amid the social bubble, then so be it.
Olwen had heard that Queen Ishtar had been rather fragile and ill. Not enough to leave her rule, but enough to limit the amount she appeared in public.
Queen Ishtar was the first to take large bites of the meal.
"Your appetite has returned. Maybe this air is good for you," Reinhardt said.
"Forgive any rudeness. The journey was long and I fear if I don't eat, I might faint. And that should worry Reinhardt very much," Queen Ishtar said.
"I shouldn't think Olwen would mind. She always had a robust appetite. And no wonder, she would train for hours, until she was ravenous," Reinhardt said fondly.
But mentioning the past, in such close terms for someone who was no longer close only left a stony silence across the table. Nothing but the clink of utensils against plates was heard.
She tried to enjoy the meal, but the rice nearly caught in her throat from her sudden burst of rage.
"It's not so simple, Reinhardt. You can't simply go back to how things were and pretend as if nothing has happened. This whole thing is a farce."
Olwen stood.
"I should go--"
"You don't understand how difficult it was," Reinhardt said.
She whirled upon his, hazel eyes filled with utmost rage. Years of it, mulled over and pulled open, a scar that never fully healed.
"Friege was aiding the empire and kidnapping innocent children to sacrifice! It was a simple answer, you were simply a coward! You valued your position, fame and vainglory over such things."
Tears gathered at her eyes, and she angrily wiped them away.
He flinched momentarily at her words.
"I believed in you. You were the utmost of what a knight was to be. You were my brother. And you could not make a simple choice."
So much for peace, so much for pretending she could move on. The whole idea had been a poor one in the end.
There was simply too much history between them.
"Lady Olwen..." Queen Ishtar said.
"No, I won't take it back. What I said is true. It was a mistake to come here. To pretend like everything is all right when it never will be. You condoned the sacrifice of them, Reinhardt. And nothing will change that. I tried to bring you with me. I tried. You wouldn't leave, even when you knew. You'd rather be the empire's lapdog than fight for the Liberation Army."
Reinhardt's voice was low as he spoke.
"The Liberation Army killed Ishtore and Liza. They caused Queen Ishtar untold amount of sorrow. Had they not provoked them, what countless children could've been saved by Ishtore and Liza? Ishtore was against the hunts. He and much of Friege had gathered to oppose them. He was killed just as he had begun to form a true coalition of opposition. It died with him."
His eyes were dark and stormy as he continued.
"You were not there when the news came. I saw what it did to Queen Ishtar to hear the news of her brother's death. I saw her tears, and I swore I would never be the cause of them. I couldn't turn my back upon my country, nor her whatever sins had been committed. I couldn't let her hear the news that I had defected. I could never take a path that would make me lift a sword against Queen Ishtar, even if it was one which was just. If that damns me to hell, then so be it."
"Even then, the children..." Olwen said.
"I never condoned such actions; I found them disgusting. Ishtore and I were in agreement. And Julius was no ally of mine. He never was. You certainly know that, considering he nearly caused my death."
"If you turned your eye from atrocities, then you were as good as an ally to Lord Julius," Olwen said.
Queen Ishtar closed her eyes. Her voice grew so soft as she began to speak.
"Lord Julius, he was very jealous of Reinhardt. He threatened to kill him. To pluck out his very eyes. I could only beg for Reinhardt's life, but in exchange, I had to release him from my service. That was why we were separated then."
She had wondered, though Reinhardt had been cagey. And she hadn't exactly sought out remaining Friege soldiers who had once been her allies to find out the why and how of it.
"Both Ishtore and I abhorred the hunts. Many in Friege did. But, speaking out wasn't enough. I tried to speak to Lord Julius. I tried everything I could think of...then, with the help of Lord Arvis, I betrayed Lord Julius. I stole the children back myself. I did this again and again."
"You, what?" Olwen said.
She nodded. "I was a traitor to the crown, yes."
"You should know by now, Lady Olwen that Reinhardt doesn't speak much. He is more a man of action."
"His only action was inaction," Olwen said.
"Queen Ishtar, Lord Ishtore, General Amalda, and the other forces in Friege agbainst the child hunts gave me hope that Friege could be saved. She was just, and would change the world. I knew that. Even if I was sent back to Friege alone, I would still serve her until the end of my days," Reinhardt said.
"Your hope meant little when children were dying because of our country, Reinhardt," Olwen said.
They came to a stony and silent stalemate standstill. Finally, Ishtar broke the silence.
Ishtar shook her head.
"What I wouldn't give to see Ishtore again. Even to fight with him. But I will never get that chance again. You have the chance to make amends. I don't. You are on the same path, the path of a new Friege. One will never allow our little ones to be harvested ever again. I made many mistakes, ones that cost countless lives. But, I have lived through this war. I will do everything I can," Queen Ishtar said.
Reinhardt looked to his liege, and there was such pride and adoration in his eyes. Such softness, the kind only shown to Queen Ishtar.
Olwen saw it, then. It wasn't about the glory, the fame, the title. It was her.
She should've known, for it was the same look she'd seen all through growing up. Eating apples as Queen Ishtar read aloud to Reinhardt, his sword close at hand. Riding deep into the sunset, just the three of them. Their feet in the brook as she splashed her brother and he looked back to his liege.
It was always her.
Perhaps she could've convinced Reinhardt to betray Friege. But he never would've betrayed Queen Ishtar, even if he had to ally with the empire to keep her safe. Even if she sent him away from his service. Even if he lost everything.
But, it was Reinhardt. In her heart, she knew he could not leave his lady's side. He had sworn an oath of loyalty until death. And Reinhardt never broke his promises.
She finally posed the question which had been inside her burning and festering for years.
"...Did you ever take part in them yourself? How stained with blood are your hands, Reinhardt?"
"Never," he said.
"Until the last battle, he was almost always by my side," Queen Ishtar said.
They all fell silent then. Maybe she shouldn't have brought Fred, even if she'd wanted his comfort.
"Olwen," Fred said softly. "Do you wish to leave?"
"I should. I've a terrible habit of yelling at my superiors. It keeps getting me in trouble," she said.
"Lady Olwen, we grew up together. I know your temper well and would not ever chastise you for it. In truth, I brought you both here to hope that you would finally make up. It seems I have failed, and things are even worse than before."
Queen Ishtar looked sadly to her drink.
"Is it impossible to look forward? Will we always be tethered to the past?" Queen Ishtar said.
"I don't know," Olwen said.
"Olwen," Fred said again. He touched to her arm.
"Forgive my temper and impertinence, Queen Ishtar. I've no quarrel with you. You've been a just ruler. My brother and I simply have...many unfinished things."
"I knew when I invited you both here, a storm was bound to brew. You always had such a temper. I remember how you would stomp your feet and yell. But you and Reinhardt always made up at the end of the day. Often after many tears were shed."
"We aren't children any longer, and these aren't simple quarrels," Olwen said.
Olwen bowed stiffly.
"Thank you for the invite. I shall take my leave, by your permission," Olwen said flatly.
"Yes, you may," she said.
There was such sadness in her voice. It stung to think she had caused it, which would make another rift between her and Reinhardt, for he was if possible--even more protective of Queen Ishtar than when they were younger.
*
Fred readied the horses. But, Queen Ishtar joined her for one last goodbye.
Olwen was surprised when Queen Ishtar leaned in to hug her. She smelled of flowers--fresh tea roses, she thought.
She remembered Queen Ishtar drying her tears and hugging her close when she'd skinned her knees, while Reinhardt bandaged her. So many times, Queen Ishtar had been there in her life. She and Reinhardt were inseparable. It was impossible to think of one without the other surely being close by.
What halcyon days, all gone now.
She hadn't just grown up in the shadow of her brother, but in the grace of Queen Ishtar and Reinhardt's all-consuming love and devotion to her. Queen Ishtar had been there every summer riding and playing in the gardens. Olwen would count down the days until Reinhardt returned for the summer season and she could see them again.
The three of them, with Olwen trailing after them in the shadow of glory.
"May I ask one request?" Ishtar said.
"Yes?" Olwen said.
"When you marry, allow me to be in your retinue. It shall be my greatest honor. You are Reinhardt's beloved little sister, and we were always close. I would not demand the spot of the maid of honor, for surely you have already thought, but please save a spot for me. You can pay me back by being within my retinue when I marry, yes?"
"--You're to marry?"
She smiled. "One day."
She looked to the other room, where Reinhardt was. "At least, I hope so."
After the war, Reinhardt and Ishtar's relationship was different. They'd always had a deep bond of trust. But, now, he could scarcely let her out of his sight. And the way she looked to him seemed...different.
"You and Reinhardt? Have you set a date already? I have not heard of any rumors of you two, though it is no surprise. He has always loved you."
Queen Ishtar's surprise turned to softness.
"...He has? ...Did he say something?"
Olwen all but flinched at her misstep.
"...Have I spoken too much? My sharp tongue and impulsiveness has gotten me in trouble far too many times. Now especially."
Most of her earliest memories involved not just Reinhardt, but how his face would change and soften when he spoke of Ishtar.
"I see...thank you, Lady Olwen. You have given me a great comfort."
"If anything, my sharp tongue has gotten me in trouble again," Olwen said.
Queen Ishtar chuckled. "No trouble. In fact, you were quite a help."
"Has Reinhardt turned in for the night? I need to speak to him alone before I go," Olwen said.
"He's just inside," Queen Ishtar said.
"Thank you. Good night, Queen Ishtar. By your leave."
"Go safely," Queen Ishtar said.
She walked back towards her brother, her head still muddled and full off swirling thoughts.
*
"Reinhardt," she said tightly.
Reinhardt turned from where he had been considering the fireplace. The shadows and light showed across the wall, and his face.
"Olwen. You returned."
"Only for a minute. I don't intend to stay long."
"I see," he said tightly.
Surely he was in no mood to see her, not after her anger had destroyed the dinner party Queen Ishtar had planned, and that she'd made his liege sad.
Reinhardt could never abide by his liege ever being hurt in any way. He would do anything to ensure her continued happiness.
Even stay with Friege, with all its rottenness.
"Here. I've something for you."
She'd packed it carefully before she came, and kept it close the entire time. He made no mention, though surely he would have noticed. There was few other swords which could match this one in peer.
She held a sheathed sword out to him. His most prized sword, the token of Queen Ishtar's enduring favor. A sword rarely used for he would not have it sullied.
"Don't be so careless. You gave away your most precious possession to me without a thought."
He took hold of the blessed sword, with a grim smile.
"I did not expect to survive much longer. I wanted to give you something to remember me by, and to keep you safe. And, I wanted the sword to not simply be defiled by unworthy hands by whatever thieves and scavengers picked the bodies from the battlefield."
Tears stung at the corner of her eyes. Throughout a war, and horrors like she couldn't imagine, he was still her brother and still looking out for her. Not even all this time and the paths they'd taken had changed this.
"Don't speak like that. I don't think Queen Ishtar would ever recover if you carelessly let yourself get killed."
And neither would she, even if she didn't want to admit it.
"You spared me then," Reinhardt said.
"And King Leif. He was a merciful leader. He spared many he fought," Olwen said.
"He has done much to reunite Thracia and avenge his parents," Reinhardt said.
"He's a good man," Olwen said.
"I was angry at you for a long time. Even more after the fight. I pitied you, I hated you. I didn't think I could ever reach the point where I would ever forgive you. I'm still not sure I'm there. I don't know that we'll ever go back to what we once were."
"I made my choices, and I shall accept them. I was not hopeful this meeting would be fruitful, but Queen Ishtar insisted."
She nodded.
"It's a shame Lord Ishtore didn't survive the war. I always liked him. Even more that I know how much he worked to stop the child hunts. I wish I could've known him better."
And so many children lost that Olwen hadn't come in time to save.
Ishtore had been a more distant figure. She'd seen him at the edges, with his lover, General Liza. She was too young for his circles, and often he was busy elsewhere. But the few times she'd met him, he was genial.
"Two of the finest in Friege fell that day. And Queen Ishtar, she has never been the same since the loss of him. It is a wound she will carry for the rest of her life. I wish it were that I could turn back time and change this, but I haven't that power," Reinhardt said.
"Then, this is it?" Olwen said.
"I suppose so," Reinhardt said.
Before he left, Reinhardt paused and looked back to her.
"Your second in command, does he cherish you?"
"Fred?"
She blushed. "Why would you suddenly ask such a thing?"
"I doubt you would wish me at your wedding. But, even if you cast me aside, you will always be my little sister. I only hope he treats you as you deserve to be treated and that you have a long and happy relationship."
"If someone tried to treat me poorly, I should only hope their horse is fast enough to escape my wrath," Olwen said.
He laughed softly. "Good. If anyone ever treats you wrong, seek me out. I shall come and make sure they never lift their hand against you again," Reinhardt said.
"Nice words, but you'd never leave Queen Ishtar's side so thoughtlessly."
"She would come too. Sb he would be just as incensed."
Of course. They grew up together. Queen Ishtar dried her tears as much as Reinhardt. She'd always been like a sister. No, a sister-in-law. A sister brought to her from Reinhardt's enduring devotion.
"So, does he past your test?" Olwen said dryly.
"The only test I have is that whomever you love treats you well. Be it man, woman, pauper, or princess, it matters not. They could have the greatest glory, or be a humble farmer. All that matters is you are loved and treated as you deserve."
"Whatever kind words you say, I don't think this makes what happened better."
"I know," Reinhardt said.
"Take care of yourself, Olwen. Perhaps we will meet again in this life, perhaps not. Either way, I wish you safety and a good life."
And that was it. A goodbye. She didn't linger and look back to the past of the brother she'd once adored. She already felt a churning in her stomach as she fought the anger and the mixed feelings and memories.
Olwen left out to their horses. Fred had already readied them. For a moment before she climbed up, he rested his hand on her back.
"Are you sure you wish to make this journey? We have enough gold to buy a room for the night if you need time."
"No, the ride will do me good," she said.
And she rode away from her past, her brother, and the Queen of this land.
*
The carriage doors shut, and Queen Ishtar let out a soft sigh.
On them was imprinted the seal of Friege. Another long carriage ride, and much exhaustion to follow. But, at least Reinhardt would be near.
"Thank you for making the effort at least."
"If that's what you would call it," Reinhardt said tightly.
"You both are so stubborn. You never would have talked on your own. And I know you were eager to meet the man who she will surely one day marry."
"You think that it's that serious?"
"I know the look of a lady in love. And she is truly in love. She was simply being stubborn again. You Schutaeze siblings are a master at that."
He chuckled at that, but said no more.
She looked to him, and shifted a bit closer in the carriage seat.
"Reinhardt...don't you think it's time? Well past time, even?"
"Forgiveness does not come so easily," he said.
"No, not that," she said. "Though I hope in the future things do get fixed between you two."
"Hmm? For what? I am afraid you have lost me. Is there some appointment I have forgotten?"
"Come now, you're hardly an old man. You're only a little older than I. We grew up together. You are not forgetful in the least."
She leaned in until her body pushed up against his. She felt his body stiffen, even flinch, but she did not falter.
"I have been waiting and waiting. I have hinted and been quite blatant, I should think. Now, I must be entirely blunt. My heart is yours. I love you completely. Now, it is your turn to move."
She said it as if it were a game of chess.
"--Q-Queen Ishtar?"
"Is that not blatant enough? Must I take drastic measures?"
"You caught me off guard. I did not think you would ever return the love I held for you."
"Then Olwen was right? You do love me with all your heart?"
He frowned. "Olwen told you?"
"Now, now. You have just spoken again after years of being split apart. Don't start another grudge. She misunderstood something I said and the truth came out."
He sighed. "Leave it to her to speak without thinking."
"Just in time, too. I had begun to fear that you did not share my feelings and my love was hopeless."
He took her hand and lifted it to his mouth in a soft kiss.
"I do adore you completely, and have for some years now. To me, everything about you is perfect."
He opened her hand, just to kiss her palm, then her wrist.
"I did not think you meant anything but kindness by such gestures. You have never had feelings for me before. I grew accustomed to my solitude, even as I was beside you. To push down all hope of you ever loving me back to serve you, that was how I lived."
She leaned in. Her dark lashes brushed against his cheek. She kissed the side of his jaw gently. He shifted to her, his dark eyes full of untold passion and leaned in to kiss her mouth.
How soft and gentle and warm was this kiss. Like coming home. Even when she pulled back, she stayed close. His arm about her, his embrace.
She'd always felt safe near him. No one could ever hurt her. He'd fight to the pits of hell for her.
"I do now. Let the past be the past, and please forgive how long for it finally came to reach this point. I wish you would stay by me for the rest of my life."
"I would, if you loved me or not. No matter how much it hurt, I would do it," he said, his voice solemn and grave.
"I know, and that is one of the many reasons I love you," she said.
She clasped her hands in his, as she often had during quiet moments. In childhood, in battle, in any quiet moment of need. He'd always been there. Now, she had to make up for all the time they'd lost.
*
They slowed on the trip back, once her anger had burned itself out.
Fred spoke above the sound of hooves.
"I think I have passed the most difficult test I have ever faced. Your brother is a great man. I could not hope to reach his stature--even literally."
She reached out and took his hand and squeezed it.
"That's what you've gotten out of our fight?"
"He's practically a legend."
"He is all too human," she said.
"You are kind beyond all others, reliable, honorable and just. All I could ask in a man, really."
"Thank you," Fred said.
Some people said Fred was ordinary, but he wasn't to her. He was strong and solid and gentle. He kept her grounded and calm. At least, as calm as she ever managed.
"What did Queen Ishtar ask you?"
"She wanted to go to my wedding."
Olwen blushed. "She thinks I am to marry soon."
"Does she?"
She looked back to him.
"Preposterous, surely."
"No, not at all," Fred said.
"What? Then...do it."
"Name the hour and day, and I'd marry you. I've no fancy jewelry to make an engagement, but I could work for enough gold for a solid silver band at least for your hand."
"You just saw me at my worst. The only lower point would have been if you saw me lift my sword at my superior officer."
"I've seen your temper plenty. I rather like your fire," Fred said.
He was the calm to her fury. He always found the words to make things better.
"Queen Ishtar wanted to be in my wedding, so she'd have to come. I promised her," Olwen said.
"Queen Ishtar as well, hmm? I daresay another fearsome protector of you has arrived to test me," Fred said.
"She's too kind by far," Olwen said.
Though she knew all too well of the kind of fury Queen Ishtar could unleash upon the battlefield.
Olwen held tightly to her horse's reins.
"... Do you think it's hopeless?"
Sometimes taking this path felt too much a burden. She hadn't even returned to see her parents in some time, for she didn't want to force them to choose between her and Reinhardt. It only made the ache in her gut worse, to take a path that left even her parents behind. But she couldn't simply forget the horrors of war, and what vile acts the country of Friege had taken part in, either.
"Take tiny steps. Nothing's hopeless. We helped defeat the empire. It surely seemed impossible, but we made it."
She nodded.
"I don't think I'll ever fully understand him."
Because what she had with Fred was steady, soft and equal. With Reinhardt and Ishtar, he had spent much of his life loving her from afar. They'd been entwined their entire lives, so close yet so far. They shared such a bond of trust as to be almost inexplicable, and far beyond words.
"Isn't that how most siblings think?" Fred said wryly.
"Should I go back and apologize to Queen Ishtar again?"
"Cool off a while. Let the wounds heal," Fred said.
She nodded. "Yes, it's for the best."
He knew just the way to diffuse her and to calm her down. Yet another reason why they were a good pair.
"And invite them to the wedding," he said.
"That's asking for a disaster," Olwen said.
"True, but you promised. Maybe make a second dinner party to get out everything before the ceremony."
"If you think I can't ruin another dinner party with my temper, you've underestimated me," Olwen said.
Series: FE4/5
Character/pairing: Olwen/Fred, Reinhardt/Ishtar
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 7k
Summary: Tired of their lingering fight, Ishtar forces their hand and summons both Reinhardt and Olwen to the same dinner to mend things, whatever the cost, and to introduce Reinhardt to Fred.
Olwen's temper ensures things don't go smoothly.
Author's note:
Divergent au assumes that:
Reinhardt and Ishtar both survived the war, and Reinhardt returned to her service pretty much immediately.
Fred and Olwen are not married yet
"Reinhardt, have you heard news of your sister?"
She clasped her hands, waiting for his response. His shoulder's tightened, but there was little other hint of his feelings.
"She is within Friege's boundaries, and helping rebuild along with the knight who defected with her to the Liberation Army. That is all I know."
"It has been years, Reinhardt. Surely whatever fight you had should be laid to rest. You are no longer upon separate sides; you are both loyal to Friege.
"I've sent letters," he said.
"And does she respond?"
"As a stranger would," he said. "Perhaps even that is a mercy from her. At first, she ignored them."
"A shame to hear it," she said. "You were so close."
He nodded, but said nothing more. Reinhardt was often unreadable, even stony. She knew after all these years that deep passion and emotion was underneath his guarded exterior. She also knew that he was hurting at such a turn of events.
Reinhardt and his sister had been quite close, up until that fateful day at the River Thracia.
Queen Ishtar had almost lost Reinhardt that day as well. The news had come back that all the Gelben Ritter had been destroyed, and how she had mourned at the loss of him. For weeks she'd been so racked with grief as to feel barely alive.
But, through some miracle, the news had been wrong. Reinhardt had been spared, a detail lost in the news of battle sent to her. Perhaps his sister had stayed her hand, unable to face her brother in battle. Perhaps Prince Leif had been merciful.
Queen Ishtar did not know. All she knew was she was grateful for the turn of fate which had brought Reinhardt back to her.
"Something must be done," she said.
"Some things cannot be mended," he said.
She shook her head. "It is not right."
"What will be will be," Reinhardt said. He spoke so evenly, as if he felt nothing. But she knew deep down that the ache must be unimaginable.
She let it be--for now. The beginnings of a plan had already formed in her mind.
*
Olwen hadn't seen her brother since the end of the war. While they'd diverged on certain paths, they were now on the same path: rebuilding Friege.
The only difference was that Reinhardt stayed at Queen Ishtar's side more than ever. She'd been fragile after the war, and taken ill. Her guards had also been increased tenfold, as some were not so eager to welcome back the former fiancee of the heir of the Lotpous cult.
Letters had been exchanged. At first hesitant and guarded. But, soon she found herself falling into the same patterns. She had a temper undoubtedly, and could hold a grudge. For years she had fumed and pitied her brother, who despite seemingly being a paragon of a knight, had not joined the Liberation Army alongside her.
It was only fate and happenstance which meant they were now on the same side again.
Queen Ishtar had risen to power, and enacted a series of massive rebuilding plans. Much peace talks and treaties had ensued.
Then came the letter that heralded one reunion. Not penned by Reinhardt's hand, but by Queen Ishtar herself. One she could not refuse.
It was with some pensiveness that she answered the letter, and confirmed the date.
Because she knew Queen Ishtar wouldn't be alone in this meeting. Reinhardt never left her side. And after all these years, she'd be face to face with her brother again.
*
Fred wiped the sweat from his brow. His brown hair was even more tousled. She wanted to run her fingers through it. Just the thought made her blush.
After the war, things had gotten more serious. Fred was steadfast and kind, and so unlike anyone she ever thought she would fall for.
But, fall she had. They spent most of their days together, working to rebuild the towns of Friege which had been destroyed within the war.
She smiled softly. "Don't overwork, okay?"
"I'll be fine," he said.
"Leave work a little early, please? I'm being summoned and would like some back up."
"Summoned? Back up?"
"I have received summons from Queen Ishtar. We're to meet at a nearby fort for dinner. Reinhardt will surely be with her. He never leaves her side if he can help it....especially now."
Traveling when Queen Ishtar was fragile and often ill was probably not recommended, but she could be quite stubborn at times. Almost as stubborn as Reinhardt himself.
"The ruler of Friege is coming within a few hours?" Fred said.
"Nothing to worry about..."
"We aren't to be sent the the gallows...probably," Olwen said. Half a joke, with little humor in it as they almost had gone to the gallows together before.
"It had no censure. I am not sure of why I am to be summoned, as it was not mentioned."
All she knew is Reinhardt would be there, surely.
"All right, I'll support you. Even if it means facing your brother."
"This is no battle, for if it were, we would surely lose. Queen Ishtar and Reinhardt are the strongest of all of Friege and wield unimaginable power," Olwen said.
"I'd still back you up, even if it was hopeless," Fred said.
And that was why she loved him.
*
Fort Asher was only a few miles hence. She packed her best dress, a bit of food for the journey. Olwen and Fred set off early in the morning, when the air as still cool and dew covered the grass.
They arrived some time later, where guards already filled the castle. At the gates awaited Queen Ishtar, with Reinhardt close by her side.
Queen Ishtar had changed much. She wore the coronet of a queen, and elaborate dark Friegean robes which had a cut at her leg to allow better mobility, and were etched in utmost gold.
Beside her was Reinhardt, as close as a shadow in his dark robes. His expression revealed nothing as he caught sight of her. Not pain or happiness, just stony silence.
Both she and Fred dismounted, and bowed.
She smiled gently. "Olwen, it's been so long. I am glad to see you well. You've grown much since I've seen you last."
They'd grown up together, her and Reinhardt and Queen Ishtar. Every summer, Queen Ishtar would visit the summer manor in the Zwei region, though now Olwen knew it was mere pretext to give Reinhardt a chance to visit his family. He never wished to leave her side, yet he would miss Olwen, and their parents horribly.
Somehow, that had been suggested. She thought Ishtore might be at the heart of it, for Ishtar was much too young back then to think up such plans, and Queen Hilda was quite frankly, a monster who hardly could spare time to care about her daughter's knight's feelings.
"Now, who have you brought with you?"
"O-Oh!"
Olwen cleared her throat.
"This is Fred. He was stationed with me back then, and he..."
Defected was the word she wanted, but to say that to the very queen she had opposed seemed in poor taste, even if she knew she was not headed for the hangman's knot.
"Nice to meet you," Fred said. He was a bit too stiff and formal. Olwen glanced back.
"I'll take care of the horses," Fred said quickly.
"There is no need. I've stablemen with me, the finest in the land. Reinhardt always is fastidious about the care of his horses," Queen Ishtar said.
And, no wonder. Their father, Sir Richard, had reluctantly retired to raise horses after he was so injured in battle he almost died. Olwen spent much of her childhood in the stables as father took care of horses himself, the best he could with his war injuries.
The war had taken one arm, and deeply wounded one of his legs. Still, he rode and forced himself up every morning despite lingering pain to tend to his horses.
"Allow me to accompany you," Reinhardt said.
"All right then," Fred said tightly.
Olwen could only turn and watch the men go.
*
Reinhardt had been far above him in the academy. Their paths hadn't crossed too much. Reinhardt was a legend, practically a mythic figure in Friege. He'd become general at a very young age, when most his age were becoming squires. Shortly after, he was bestowed with the greatest honor in the land: guarding Queen Ishtar, who only a little younger than her.
From what Fred gathered, there'd been much mockery about the boy barely grown gaining such a titles, but those japes were quickly silenced in the face of his sheer power. Power which had only grown with time.
(Silenced all except for from Kempf, but no wonder, considering.)
"Come, show me your steed," Reinhardt said.
Fred remained silent and led his horse's tether to the stable. In a light point, he steadied her and spoke a soft word. His mare nickered and stilled at his command.
It was undoubtedly a test. And had his chestnut mare had a single burr in her mane, he likely would've failed.
"You can tell a lot by how a person keeps their animals," Reinhardt said.
Reinhardt reached up and petted the horse's flank.
"She's in excellent condition, and quite spoiled, too. She expected a treat when I came near. Make sure you don't give her too many sugar cubes, or you'll rot her teeth."
"I usually give her apples. There's an orchard nearby where we live."
"Yes, apples are a good treat."
Reinhardt gave him a discerning look.
"You are lovers then?"
"There is a small abandoned fort there. Those who are working on the rebuilding have taken to staying there."
"That does not answer the question," Reinhardt said.
"I care for her deeply, and we are a pair," Fred said. "But no pledges of marriage have been said as of yet."
"Hmm. I see. We should return. Queen Ishtar and Olwen await."
Without another word, Reinhardt left the stables.
*
She should know that this was an honor. Reinhardt wouldn't leave Queen Ishtar with just anyone. It meant he trusted her enough to protect Queen Ishtar should a sudden attack come.
It still didn't act as any balm. They already had too much history and to have Reinhardt suddenly leave without even a word, even of greeting...
It did not give her hope for the dinner tonight.
Fred joined her, just in time for a soldier to report something to Queen Ishtar. Fred took this moment to motion her near and speak softly.
"I don't think he likes me."
"What? It's Reinhardt. He's kind, truly. There's very few he doesn't like, and only those are terrible people."
He hadn't liked Kempf, who he largely ignored. And she knew that Reinhardt had despised Julius to his very core, long before the signs. Had he known what Julius would become, or was it simply because he'd been Queen Ishtar's lover for so long?
"I've heard that the enemies he's faced in battle say once you see Reinhardt, say your prayers, for death comes nearer with every step he takes."
"Well, yes. That and more. But outside of battle he is kind and quite protective of those he loves."
How easy it was to fall back into the habit. Easier than holding onto her anger. She sighed.
"He can be rather stoic. I inherited the temper, the impulsiveness from mother. Reinhardt follows more after father. He would never aim a sword at his superior officer, even if he hated them. He would be ever the professional."
And that was the problem between them. He had remained a knight of Friege, duty bound until the end, even wit the rotten core of their country. He must've known. Even if he hadn't partaken in the hunts, what was going on.
"I should hope. He is one enemy I would not wish to make."
"You're worried about nothing. And you haven't even met my parents."
Olwen went on.
"Years ago, my mother and father were the terror of the battlefields. They called mother 'The Valkyrie' for she was the maiden who would lead you to death upon sight. And my father, Sir Richard, was the strongest knight in the land. He was said to be a man who could fell armies on his lonesome. He nearly died in battle, but mother managed to take him away from the battlefield. She faced down an entire battalion and in a rage, killed them all with her magic and pulled him to safety."
Fred sighed. "You're telling me you have parents who are even more fearsome than your brother? It seems I have another hill to climb."
She couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm sure they will love you," she said.
The soldier left, but Queen Ishtar leaned in and spoke to Reinhardt.
"Reinhardt, I need a moment. Could you come with me?"
"Of course, Queen Ishtar."
"This shall only take a short while," she said to Olwen and Fred.
She lead Reinhardt off to another room.
*
The door closed behind them. It was a rather dusty room, full of bookcases, though the books had been removed. Perhaps it had once been a library.
"Fred seems perfectly nice and respectable man," Queen Ishtar said.
"I am glad to hear she has found someone," Reinhardt said.
"Then why is there a storm in the air?"
"Such long grudges cannot be ended in a single night," Reinhardt said.
"No, it is surely deeper. I know you, Reinhardt. And you faced down Fred as if he might one day be your opponent in battle. You sized him up."
Reinhardt nodded then.
"She has grown up completely, and is no longer my little baby sister. But, protecting her is an instinctive reflex. I wanted to get a good look at him. Even if she disowns me, I will never stop caring for her and wishing her well."
"I do not think your on is unable to repair. It should take time, but perhaps one day you will be close again."
"You have more faith than I," Reinhardt said.
She reached out and took his hand and squeezed it. Such intimate gestures were commonplace between them, and had been for years.
"By whatever mercy, you returned to me. Now, I should hope that mercy of fate brings you and your sister back upon the same path."
"Perhaps," Reinhardt said.
"We should get back. I shouldn't wish to be rude to Olwen and Fred, and keep them waiting. After all, I was the one who called her here."
"Yes, that is for the best. She would not forgive a slight. No one knows how to hold a grudge like her," Reinhardt said ruefully.
"And remember, be kind," Queen Ishtar said.
*
"Forgive the delay, for I am sure you must be famished," Queen Ishtar said.
The plates were heaped high with a spicy rice dish, with a side of fresh meat. Olwen and Fred took their seat.
Old banners of Friege, moth eaten and musty decorated the walls of this large eating room, along with slightly rusty weapons placed upon the walls.
They hadn't must've had much time to clean, though Queen Ishtar made no complaint.
The war had changed Queen Ishtar. Olwen had remembered a kind girl, who laughed often. But, she had lost almost her entire family there, with only Tine left living. Queen Ishtar was known for her kindness and haunting beauty, but her face was always filled with sorrow.
Olwen never quite recovered from the rift between her and Reinhardt, and he had lived. Olwen could scarcely even fathom how it must feel to lose as much as Queen Ishtar lost to the war in a short time.
Even now, their sibling bond was strained, but not entirely broken. As much as she didn't want to admit it. As much as she wanted to be free from any lingering attachment to him, sometimes she slipped up.
It wasn't that easy to simply throw away years of a close bond, no matter how angry she was at him.
She and Fred had changed to their officer's uniforms. And Olwen's didn't even fit that well any longer, not with how she'd grown these past years. Still, she hadn't the time to buy anything better.
Guards were around the room, at doors and about the perimeter of the fort. Reinhardt was seated by Queen Ishtar's side, as always. Even as he ate, he remained silent and alert.
He always came to the table armed, so those around him could enjoy a respite and rest. If it meant he spoke less, and and spent less time amid the social bubble, then so be it.
Olwen had heard that Queen Ishtar had been rather fragile and ill. Not enough to leave her rule, but enough to limit the amount she appeared in public.
Queen Ishtar was the first to take large bites of the meal.
"Your appetite has returned. Maybe this air is good for you," Reinhardt said.
"Forgive any rudeness. The journey was long and I fear if I don't eat, I might faint. And that should worry Reinhardt very much," Queen Ishtar said.
"I shouldn't think Olwen would mind. She always had a robust appetite. And no wonder, she would train for hours, until she was ravenous," Reinhardt said fondly.
But mentioning the past, in such close terms for someone who was no longer close only left a stony silence across the table. Nothing but the clink of utensils against plates was heard.
She tried to enjoy the meal, but the rice nearly caught in her throat from her sudden burst of rage.
"It's not so simple, Reinhardt. You can't simply go back to how things were and pretend as if nothing has happened. This whole thing is a farce."
Olwen stood.
"I should go--"
"You don't understand how difficult it was," Reinhardt said.
She whirled upon his, hazel eyes filled with utmost rage. Years of it, mulled over and pulled open, a scar that never fully healed.
"Friege was aiding the empire and kidnapping innocent children to sacrifice! It was a simple answer, you were simply a coward! You valued your position, fame and vainglory over such things."
Tears gathered at her eyes, and she angrily wiped them away.
He flinched momentarily at her words.
"I believed in you. You were the utmost of what a knight was to be. You were my brother. And you could not make a simple choice."
So much for peace, so much for pretending she could move on. The whole idea had been a poor one in the end.
There was simply too much history between them.
"Lady Olwen..." Queen Ishtar said.
"No, I won't take it back. What I said is true. It was a mistake to come here. To pretend like everything is all right when it never will be. You condoned the sacrifice of them, Reinhardt. And nothing will change that. I tried to bring you with me. I tried. You wouldn't leave, even when you knew. You'd rather be the empire's lapdog than fight for the Liberation Army."
Reinhardt's voice was low as he spoke.
"The Liberation Army killed Ishtore and Liza. They caused Queen Ishtar untold amount of sorrow. Had they not provoked them, what countless children could've been saved by Ishtore and Liza? Ishtore was against the hunts. He and much of Friege had gathered to oppose them. He was killed just as he had begun to form a true coalition of opposition. It died with him."
His eyes were dark and stormy as he continued.
"You were not there when the news came. I saw what it did to Queen Ishtar to hear the news of her brother's death. I saw her tears, and I swore I would never be the cause of them. I couldn't turn my back upon my country, nor her whatever sins had been committed. I couldn't let her hear the news that I had defected. I could never take a path that would make me lift a sword against Queen Ishtar, even if it was one which was just. If that damns me to hell, then so be it."
"Even then, the children..." Olwen said.
"I never condoned such actions; I found them disgusting. Ishtore and I were in agreement. And Julius was no ally of mine. He never was. You certainly know that, considering he nearly caused my death."
"If you turned your eye from atrocities, then you were as good as an ally to Lord Julius," Olwen said.
Queen Ishtar closed her eyes. Her voice grew so soft as she began to speak.
"Lord Julius, he was very jealous of Reinhardt. He threatened to kill him. To pluck out his very eyes. I could only beg for Reinhardt's life, but in exchange, I had to release him from my service. That was why we were separated then."
She had wondered, though Reinhardt had been cagey. And she hadn't exactly sought out remaining Friege soldiers who had once been her allies to find out the why and how of it.
"Both Ishtore and I abhorred the hunts. Many in Friege did. But, speaking out wasn't enough. I tried to speak to Lord Julius. I tried everything I could think of...then, with the help of Lord Arvis, I betrayed Lord Julius. I stole the children back myself. I did this again and again."
"You, what?" Olwen said.
She nodded. "I was a traitor to the crown, yes."
"You should know by now, Lady Olwen that Reinhardt doesn't speak much. He is more a man of action."
"His only action was inaction," Olwen said.
"Queen Ishtar, Lord Ishtore, General Amalda, and the other forces in Friege agbainst the child hunts gave me hope that Friege could be saved. She was just, and would change the world. I knew that. Even if I was sent back to Friege alone, I would still serve her until the end of my days," Reinhardt said.
"Your hope meant little when children were dying because of our country, Reinhardt," Olwen said.
They came to a stony and silent stalemate standstill. Finally, Ishtar broke the silence.
Ishtar shook her head.
"What I wouldn't give to see Ishtore again. Even to fight with him. But I will never get that chance again. You have the chance to make amends. I don't. You are on the same path, the path of a new Friege. One will never allow our little ones to be harvested ever again. I made many mistakes, ones that cost countless lives. But, I have lived through this war. I will do everything I can," Queen Ishtar said.
Reinhardt looked to his liege, and there was such pride and adoration in his eyes. Such softness, the kind only shown to Queen Ishtar.
Olwen saw it, then. It wasn't about the glory, the fame, the title. It was her.
She should've known, for it was the same look she'd seen all through growing up. Eating apples as Queen Ishtar read aloud to Reinhardt, his sword close at hand. Riding deep into the sunset, just the three of them. Their feet in the brook as she splashed her brother and he looked back to his liege.
It was always her.
Perhaps she could've convinced Reinhardt to betray Friege. But he never would've betrayed Queen Ishtar, even if he had to ally with the empire to keep her safe. Even if she sent him away from his service. Even if he lost everything.
But, it was Reinhardt. In her heart, she knew he could not leave his lady's side. He had sworn an oath of loyalty until death. And Reinhardt never broke his promises.
She finally posed the question which had been inside her burning and festering for years.
"...Did you ever take part in them yourself? How stained with blood are your hands, Reinhardt?"
"Never," he said.
"Until the last battle, he was almost always by my side," Queen Ishtar said.
They all fell silent then. Maybe she shouldn't have brought Fred, even if she'd wanted his comfort.
"Olwen," Fred said softly. "Do you wish to leave?"
"I should. I've a terrible habit of yelling at my superiors. It keeps getting me in trouble," she said.
"Lady Olwen, we grew up together. I know your temper well and would not ever chastise you for it. In truth, I brought you both here to hope that you would finally make up. It seems I have failed, and things are even worse than before."
Queen Ishtar looked sadly to her drink.
"Is it impossible to look forward? Will we always be tethered to the past?" Queen Ishtar said.
"I don't know," Olwen said.
"Olwen," Fred said again. He touched to her arm.
"Forgive my temper and impertinence, Queen Ishtar. I've no quarrel with you. You've been a just ruler. My brother and I simply have...many unfinished things."
"I knew when I invited you both here, a storm was bound to brew. You always had such a temper. I remember how you would stomp your feet and yell. But you and Reinhardt always made up at the end of the day. Often after many tears were shed."
"We aren't children any longer, and these aren't simple quarrels," Olwen said.
Olwen bowed stiffly.
"Thank you for the invite. I shall take my leave, by your permission," Olwen said flatly.
"Yes, you may," she said.
There was such sadness in her voice. It stung to think she had caused it, which would make another rift between her and Reinhardt, for he was if possible--even more protective of Queen Ishtar than when they were younger.
*
Fred readied the horses. But, Queen Ishtar joined her for one last goodbye.
Olwen was surprised when Queen Ishtar leaned in to hug her. She smelled of flowers--fresh tea roses, she thought.
She remembered Queen Ishtar drying her tears and hugging her close when she'd skinned her knees, while Reinhardt bandaged her. So many times, Queen Ishtar had been there in her life. She and Reinhardt were inseparable. It was impossible to think of one without the other surely being close by.
What halcyon days, all gone now.
She hadn't just grown up in the shadow of her brother, but in the grace of Queen Ishtar and Reinhardt's all-consuming love and devotion to her. Queen Ishtar had been there every summer riding and playing in the gardens. Olwen would count down the days until Reinhardt returned for the summer season and she could see them again.
The three of them, with Olwen trailing after them in the shadow of glory.
"May I ask one request?" Ishtar said.
"Yes?" Olwen said.
"When you marry, allow me to be in your retinue. It shall be my greatest honor. You are Reinhardt's beloved little sister, and we were always close. I would not demand the spot of the maid of honor, for surely you have already thought, but please save a spot for me. You can pay me back by being within my retinue when I marry, yes?"
"--You're to marry?"
She smiled. "One day."
She looked to the other room, where Reinhardt was. "At least, I hope so."
After the war, Reinhardt and Ishtar's relationship was different. They'd always had a deep bond of trust. But, now, he could scarcely let her out of his sight. And the way she looked to him seemed...different.
"You and Reinhardt? Have you set a date already? I have not heard of any rumors of you two, though it is no surprise. He has always loved you."
Queen Ishtar's surprise turned to softness.
"...He has? ...Did he say something?"
Olwen all but flinched at her misstep.
"...Have I spoken too much? My sharp tongue and impulsiveness has gotten me in trouble far too many times. Now especially."
Most of her earliest memories involved not just Reinhardt, but how his face would change and soften when he spoke of Ishtar.
"I see...thank you, Lady Olwen. You have given me a great comfort."
"If anything, my sharp tongue has gotten me in trouble again," Olwen said.
Queen Ishtar chuckled. "No trouble. In fact, you were quite a help."
"Has Reinhardt turned in for the night? I need to speak to him alone before I go," Olwen said.
"He's just inside," Queen Ishtar said.
"Thank you. Good night, Queen Ishtar. By your leave."
"Go safely," Queen Ishtar said.
She walked back towards her brother, her head still muddled and full off swirling thoughts.
*
"Reinhardt," she said tightly.
Reinhardt turned from where he had been considering the fireplace. The shadows and light showed across the wall, and his face.
"Olwen. You returned."
"Only for a minute. I don't intend to stay long."
"I see," he said tightly.
Surely he was in no mood to see her, not after her anger had destroyed the dinner party Queen Ishtar had planned, and that she'd made his liege sad.
Reinhardt could never abide by his liege ever being hurt in any way. He would do anything to ensure her continued happiness.
Even stay with Friege, with all its rottenness.
"Here. I've something for you."
She'd packed it carefully before she came, and kept it close the entire time. He made no mention, though surely he would have noticed. There was few other swords which could match this one in peer.
She held a sheathed sword out to him. His most prized sword, the token of Queen Ishtar's enduring favor. A sword rarely used for he would not have it sullied.
"Don't be so careless. You gave away your most precious possession to me without a thought."
He took hold of the blessed sword, with a grim smile.
"I did not expect to survive much longer. I wanted to give you something to remember me by, and to keep you safe. And, I wanted the sword to not simply be defiled by unworthy hands by whatever thieves and scavengers picked the bodies from the battlefield."
Tears stung at the corner of her eyes. Throughout a war, and horrors like she couldn't imagine, he was still her brother and still looking out for her. Not even all this time and the paths they'd taken had changed this.
"Don't speak like that. I don't think Queen Ishtar would ever recover if you carelessly let yourself get killed."
And neither would she, even if she didn't want to admit it.
"You spared me then," Reinhardt said.
"And King Leif. He was a merciful leader. He spared many he fought," Olwen said.
"He has done much to reunite Thracia and avenge his parents," Reinhardt said.
"He's a good man," Olwen said.
"I was angry at you for a long time. Even more after the fight. I pitied you, I hated you. I didn't think I could ever reach the point where I would ever forgive you. I'm still not sure I'm there. I don't know that we'll ever go back to what we once were."
"I made my choices, and I shall accept them. I was not hopeful this meeting would be fruitful, but Queen Ishtar insisted."
She nodded.
"It's a shame Lord Ishtore didn't survive the war. I always liked him. Even more that I know how much he worked to stop the child hunts. I wish I could've known him better."
And so many children lost that Olwen hadn't come in time to save.
Ishtore had been a more distant figure. She'd seen him at the edges, with his lover, General Liza. She was too young for his circles, and often he was busy elsewhere. But the few times she'd met him, he was genial.
"Two of the finest in Friege fell that day. And Queen Ishtar, she has never been the same since the loss of him. It is a wound she will carry for the rest of her life. I wish it were that I could turn back time and change this, but I haven't that power," Reinhardt said.
"Then, this is it?" Olwen said.
"I suppose so," Reinhardt said.
Before he left, Reinhardt paused and looked back to her.
"Your second in command, does he cherish you?"
"Fred?"
She blushed. "Why would you suddenly ask such a thing?"
"I doubt you would wish me at your wedding. But, even if you cast me aside, you will always be my little sister. I only hope he treats you as you deserve to be treated and that you have a long and happy relationship."
"If someone tried to treat me poorly, I should only hope their horse is fast enough to escape my wrath," Olwen said.
He laughed softly. "Good. If anyone ever treats you wrong, seek me out. I shall come and make sure they never lift their hand against you again," Reinhardt said.
"Nice words, but you'd never leave Queen Ishtar's side so thoughtlessly."
"She would come too. Sb he would be just as incensed."
Of course. They grew up together. Queen Ishtar dried her tears as much as Reinhardt. She'd always been like a sister. No, a sister-in-law. A sister brought to her from Reinhardt's enduring devotion.
"So, does he past your test?" Olwen said dryly.
"The only test I have is that whomever you love treats you well. Be it man, woman, pauper, or princess, it matters not. They could have the greatest glory, or be a humble farmer. All that matters is you are loved and treated as you deserve."
"Whatever kind words you say, I don't think this makes what happened better."
"I know," Reinhardt said.
"Take care of yourself, Olwen. Perhaps we will meet again in this life, perhaps not. Either way, I wish you safety and a good life."
And that was it. A goodbye. She didn't linger and look back to the past of the brother she'd once adored. She already felt a churning in her stomach as she fought the anger and the mixed feelings and memories.
Olwen left out to their horses. Fred had already readied them. For a moment before she climbed up, he rested his hand on her back.
"Are you sure you wish to make this journey? We have enough gold to buy a room for the night if you need time."
"No, the ride will do me good," she said.
And she rode away from her past, her brother, and the Queen of this land.
*
The carriage doors shut, and Queen Ishtar let out a soft sigh.
On them was imprinted the seal of Friege. Another long carriage ride, and much exhaustion to follow. But, at least Reinhardt would be near.
"Thank you for making the effort at least."
"If that's what you would call it," Reinhardt said tightly.
"You both are so stubborn. You never would have talked on your own. And I know you were eager to meet the man who she will surely one day marry."
"You think that it's that serious?"
"I know the look of a lady in love. And she is truly in love. She was simply being stubborn again. You Schutaeze siblings are a master at that."
He chuckled at that, but said no more.
She looked to him, and shifted a bit closer in the carriage seat.
"Reinhardt...don't you think it's time? Well past time, even?"
"Forgiveness does not come so easily," he said.
"No, not that," she said. "Though I hope in the future things do get fixed between you two."
"Hmm? For what? I am afraid you have lost me. Is there some appointment I have forgotten?"
"Come now, you're hardly an old man. You're only a little older than I. We grew up together. You are not forgetful in the least."
She leaned in until her body pushed up against his. She felt his body stiffen, even flinch, but she did not falter.
"I have been waiting and waiting. I have hinted and been quite blatant, I should think. Now, I must be entirely blunt. My heart is yours. I love you completely. Now, it is your turn to move."
She said it as if it were a game of chess.
"--Q-Queen Ishtar?"
"Is that not blatant enough? Must I take drastic measures?"
"You caught me off guard. I did not think you would ever return the love I held for you."
"Then Olwen was right? You do love me with all your heart?"
He frowned. "Olwen told you?"
"Now, now. You have just spoken again after years of being split apart. Don't start another grudge. She misunderstood something I said and the truth came out."
He sighed. "Leave it to her to speak without thinking."
"Just in time, too. I had begun to fear that you did not share my feelings and my love was hopeless."
He took her hand and lifted it to his mouth in a soft kiss.
"I do adore you completely, and have for some years now. To me, everything about you is perfect."
He opened her hand, just to kiss her palm, then her wrist.
"I did not think you meant anything but kindness by such gestures. You have never had feelings for me before. I grew accustomed to my solitude, even as I was beside you. To push down all hope of you ever loving me back to serve you, that was how I lived."
She leaned in. Her dark lashes brushed against his cheek. She kissed the side of his jaw gently. He shifted to her, his dark eyes full of untold passion and leaned in to kiss her mouth.
How soft and gentle and warm was this kiss. Like coming home. Even when she pulled back, she stayed close. His arm about her, his embrace.
She'd always felt safe near him. No one could ever hurt her. He'd fight to the pits of hell for her.
"I do now. Let the past be the past, and please forgive how long for it finally came to reach this point. I wish you would stay by me for the rest of my life."
"I would, if you loved me or not. No matter how much it hurt, I would do it," he said, his voice solemn and grave.
"I know, and that is one of the many reasons I love you," she said.
She clasped her hands in his, as she often had during quiet moments. In childhood, in battle, in any quiet moment of need. He'd always been there. Now, she had to make up for all the time they'd lost.
*
They slowed on the trip back, once her anger had burned itself out.
Fred spoke above the sound of hooves.
"I think I have passed the most difficult test I have ever faced. Your brother is a great man. I could not hope to reach his stature--even literally."
She reached out and took his hand and squeezed it.
"That's what you've gotten out of our fight?"
"He's practically a legend."
"He is all too human," she said.
"You are kind beyond all others, reliable, honorable and just. All I could ask in a man, really."
"Thank you," Fred said.
Some people said Fred was ordinary, but he wasn't to her. He was strong and solid and gentle. He kept her grounded and calm. At least, as calm as she ever managed.
"What did Queen Ishtar ask you?"
"She wanted to go to my wedding."
Olwen blushed. "She thinks I am to marry soon."
"Does she?"
She looked back to him.
"Preposterous, surely."
"No, not at all," Fred said.
"What? Then...do it."
"Name the hour and day, and I'd marry you. I've no fancy jewelry to make an engagement, but I could work for enough gold for a solid silver band at least for your hand."
"You just saw me at my worst. The only lower point would have been if you saw me lift my sword at my superior officer."
"I've seen your temper plenty. I rather like your fire," Fred said.
He was the calm to her fury. He always found the words to make things better.
"Queen Ishtar wanted to be in my wedding, so she'd have to come. I promised her," Olwen said.
"Queen Ishtar as well, hmm? I daresay another fearsome protector of you has arrived to test me," Fred said.
"She's too kind by far," Olwen said.
Though she knew all too well of the kind of fury Queen Ishtar could unleash upon the battlefield.
Olwen held tightly to her horse's reins.
"... Do you think it's hopeless?"
Sometimes taking this path felt too much a burden. She hadn't even returned to see her parents in some time, for she didn't want to force them to choose between her and Reinhardt. It only made the ache in her gut worse, to take a path that left even her parents behind. But she couldn't simply forget the horrors of war, and what vile acts the country of Friege had taken part in, either.
"Take tiny steps. Nothing's hopeless. We helped defeat the empire. It surely seemed impossible, but we made it."
She nodded.
"I don't think I'll ever fully understand him."
Because what she had with Fred was steady, soft and equal. With Reinhardt and Ishtar, he had spent much of his life loving her from afar. They'd been entwined their entire lives, so close yet so far. They shared such a bond of trust as to be almost inexplicable, and far beyond words.
"Isn't that how most siblings think?" Fred said wryly.
"Should I go back and apologize to Queen Ishtar again?"
"Cool off a while. Let the wounds heal," Fred said.
She nodded. "Yes, it's for the best."
He knew just the way to diffuse her and to calm her down. Yet another reason why they were a good pair.
"And invite them to the wedding," he said.
"That's asking for a disaster," Olwen said.
"True, but you promised. Maybe make a second dinner party to get out everything before the ceremony."
"If you think I can't ruin another dinner party with my temper, you've underestimated me," Olwen said.
