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Honor-bound	By : Eristia Category: +S through Z > Tales of Vesperia Views: 2271 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hi everyone! I’m back with yet another fic, but this time, it’s for the Tales of Vesperia fandom. Sad though, there’s no category for this awesome series. *sighs* Anyways, despite not having played the game (yet), I wrote this fic because my imouto request for this. This was supposed to be out by October 26, her birthday, but because my brain wouldn’t cooperate, it took three days before I was finally done. orz

This is the longest fic I have ever written to date. 7, 816 words, to be exact. And this is just a one shot! XD

Anyways, this is a Flynn Scifo x Sodia pairing, with some Yuri Lowell cameo because he and Flynn are so totally BFFL. Flynn needs advice in his love life, lol.

By the way, the family name for Sodia is ‘Fortescue’. I made it up just so it’ll be easier on my part. XD

Also, please don’t forget to write a review and tell me what you think. ^^

Shout-outs and dedications:

-Ada, a.k.a. LaZyEnErGeTiC, belated happy birthday, imouto~ hope this fic is to your liking. If not, feel free to request yet again, as long as I am able to write it. Hahaha. Love you lots! :3

-Yoru, thanks for beta’ing this fic, even if you have no effing idea who the characters are. Thanks so much! :3

-Magique, for coping up with the sudden OMFG HUGE ASS fic of mine. Enjoy!

-My significant other, for the support. I’m done with this. Let’s get back to VL. *evil smirk*

With that said, let’s begin!

Honor-bound

It was getting out of hand.

Flynn Scifo, currently inside the bathroom of his cabin in Aurnion, was having yet another late-night shower, as well as having yet another one of his usual late-night random thinking. It had been a habit of his ever since that fateful night in Zaphias to have a shower and to ponder on his thoughts under the steaming hot water shower that sprayed over his blonde head. More often than not, it usually calmed him down, but because of all that had happened, it was not working. With more thoughts that entered his head, the more confused he became, until finally, he began to doubt everything he had been initially told.

Zaphias… how could he forget that night? It had seriously changed him for the better, though no mere disclaimer could ever change the growing feelings that his heart had been developing ever since the incident started. He tried to keep telling himself that she was right, and that he, Flynn Scifo, Commandant of the Imperial Knights, must honor the request of a lady, but he was slowly failing in his task. It was hard to separate business and emotions in this line of work, more so if the business aspect involved sex.

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It all started with his assignment to Capua Nor. Problems with Ragou and the pressuring of his subordinate to capture Yuri Lowell and send him to prison once and for all had suddenly made him very ill. It took no less than three days for him to suffer from the loss of appetite, dizzy spells and finally, to fatigue. The town doctor had advised him to take it easy for the meantime, forcing him to let Sodia Fortescue, his female subordinate, to take charge.

Not that he was against it, but Sodia was one scary female when riled up.

Moreover, he was seriously scared as to what will happen to his men after he gets back to work.

Thankfully, though, no damage was done and everything was back to normal.

Everything went back to the way it was, as normal as it could possibly be…

… Until he got his brigade and got promoted to Captain.

There, he felt like someone had cast Splash on him and forced him to drink all of the water that the spell had to offer. A higher rank meant bigger responsibilities and a heavier weight for his shoulders to carry on. First day on the job, he nearly lost his life when a talking, flying monster suddenly hovered near Lady Estellise. He thought his heart was seriously going to jump out of his chest, and as much as he wanted to run to her, he couldn’t. He was badly wounded from the initial attack and couldn’t move around much. The only thing that saved her from being harmed was when his best friend suddenly ran to her side and led her away.

But then again, that action had consequences.

The princess had decided once more to continue her journey, and if only the bridge hadn’t been blown up, he would’ve convinced her to go back to Zaphias. Or, if he hadn’t been injured, he would’ve taken the risk of jumping over the gap (and maybe lose his life in the process, considering the huge gap) and convince her not to continue on with her journey. Unfortunately, he was unable to follow her, and off she went with his best friend. All he could do now was to trust his best friend to protect her along the way…

But of course, even with that line of thinking, he couldn’t bear to stomach the fact that he failed once more in his duty. Stress suddenly took its toll once more in his body, and before they could reach the capital, he had collapsed in Halure.

He woke up the next morning, though he became disoriented at first because his surroundings did not look like a traveler’s inn. Instead, the room looked like it belonged to noble. He was currently in a poster bed, and the walls were decorated with expensive-looking paintings. To his left was a huge window that was currently covered by heavy curtains while his right had a side table and a lamp. In front of him was a dresser.

As the blonde knight sat up in the bed, an old man whose hair was nearly all white and wearing formal clothes that consisted of a tailored coat and pants bowed at him. “Sir, good evening. What would you like to have for dinner?”

“W-where am I…?”

“You are currently in one of the guest rooms of Marquess Fortescue’s manor.”

“F-Fortescue…?”

“If I am not mistaken, Lady Sodia is your second-in-command in your Brigade.”

His mind suddenly cleared up at the said statement. “S-Sodia! I-I mean, Lady Fortescue... where is she?” he quickly amended himself, knowing that some people in the nobility hated it whenever they were not addressed with the proper titles, most especially those whose blood were so blue that their arrogance extended to their military service, despite being way lower in military rank than Flynn Scifo, a mere commoner.

If the butler had been offended because of the blonde guest’s ignorance on how to address his mistress, he did not show it. “Yes, I shall inform her that you have awakened, Captain.” He bowed once more at Flynn before walking briskly out of the guest room.

It took several minutes before someone had entered the room and the blonde knight snapped his head up to see Sodia walking to him. The butler was suddenly nowhere to be found. He guessed that he went down to have their meals prepared, since the servant had asked him earlier what he would like to eat. “Captain, are you feeling alright now?”

It did not escape his notice that his subordinate was not wearing her usual soldier garb, but a dress that belonged to a woman from the nobility. A strapless lavender gown made of taffeta, several layers of tulle had made it possible to make it multilayered skirt poof up. Though he did not notice it, the bodice was boned and brought out the curves that she had been hiding under the long, brown undershirt she wore underneath the standard turquoise and aquamarine tank top for the knights.

“Yes, I am fine.” Somehow, he couldn’t bear to look at her, so he directed his gaze to the curtains. “What happened to me…?”

“Stress.” She stated.

He let out a sigh. “Am I that weak?” Flynn echoed his thoughts, wondering if he was made of fragile stuff to succumb easily to sicknesses and the like. It may have been relapses he had been suffering, but he wasn’t like this before. It would usually take more than a cold to get him bedridden.

The brown-haired woman shook her head. “No, Captain. The family doctor said this is more on the mind. The burden of the responsibilities given to you have not yet sunk in. If this keeps up, your condition might get worse.”

“I see…”

“Another thing…”

“Yes…?” somehow, he did not like the hesitancy in Sodia’s tone. She was the type who usually was very much sure of herself, as well as the actions she would be undertaking. For her to hesitant on something was troubling.

“Somehow, sir, I have an idea as to how to reduce the stress you have been experiencing.”

He held his breath for her answer.

This must be the cure to his frailty.

“We must have sex.”

The blonde captain of the Flynn Brigade could only stare at her in shock and did his best not to blush over the boldness of her statement. It took several seconds before he could reply to her suggestion.

Surely, it was unheard of.

Suddenly, the knight was unsure if the person standing before him was indeed Sodia Fortescue, daughter of a marquess, his subordinate, and the only woman he knew besides the princess who was the epitome of a virtuous woman.

An amethyst-colored, cat-eyed woman who was not so willing to give up a night in his bed just because of some hearsay that the act was able to lessen stress like her would not say such a thing, nor even offer it so easily!

“W-why are you suggesting such a bold act?” was all he could manage to say, given his state of shock.

Sodia did not blame him. “We cannot risk it this time. You are now Captain of a Brigade. If word gets around that you cannot fulfill your duties because of stress, the higher-ups will not hesitate to use that against you and you’ll be demoted.” She said, referring to the incident with Ragou wherein Flynn had stood on his ground against him. If he hadn’t disappeared, there would have been trouble brewing for him.

Luck had been on Flynn’s side at that time.

“… I cannot connect the thought of sex get rid of my stress.”

At this, Sodia shook her head. “It won’t get rid of it, but I can assure you, it will make you more relaxed and it will reduce your anxiety levels.”

Flynn suddenly had to ask. He was rather curious. “Why do you know so much?”

She had the grace to blush. “… I read about it in a medical journal.”

The deal was sealed.

After they had dinner, their first night was spent in the guest room with some awkwardness between them. In the end, however, they had managed to get the deed done. Mistakes were committed, but it was overlooked, for it was both their firsts. It had been Sodia, to Flynn’s embarrassment, who had initiated the act. He could not bear the thought of touching his subordinate in an intimate manner; after all, they worked together in a professional manner, and pleasure was usually not mixed with work. However, with some reassurance from her that this was all business, he started to relax…

It felt nice after the preliminaries, but for him, because it was done purely for medical and business purposes, it repulsed him. As much as he needed this act to calm him down, Flynn Scifo, Captain of the Flynn Brigade, made a promise to himself to avoid doing as much as possible. Not only did he felt degraded, but also this was because he respected Sodia as a woman and his subordinate.

They did not need to do this.

He could handle everything just fine. This was merely a phase he was undergoing.

-----

It was unfortunate that he was unable to fulfill his promise with himself.

Letting out a heavy sigh, he turned off the shower and stepped out to get dressed in cleaner clothes.

Day was breaking, and as much as he wanted to sleep, his mind was getting much too restless. His thoughts during the time he lied awake were still bothering him, and no amount of staying in bed would make him fall asleep. He might as well start the day early and head off to Nordopolica, for he was to meet up with Yuri Lowell.

Ever since their childhood days, they have confided with each other their problems, dreams and aspirations. As they grew older, a silent understanding had grown between them, and words were not needed anymore to convey their thoughts. However, with the problem at hand, he needed to voice it out. He had a feeling that Yuri would be able to help him solve this mess, or even give him some advice regarding his confusion.

As he got dressed in a simple white shirt, denim jeans and leather shoes, the brown-haired woman who had been his bedmate earlier woke up. “Flynn…?”

“Ah, you’re awake.” He nodded at her. “I’m off to Nordopolica.”

The city of entertainment.

Suddenly, she straightened in the bed, carefully using the blanket to shield her nakedness. “At this time around?” she echoed, trying hard not to sound as if she was concerned about his abrupt departure.

“I’m meeting up with Yuri.”

Yuri Lowell.

Her hands suddenly felt cold.

‘D-does he know already…?’ her heart was beating furiously against her chest at the thought of Flynn Scifo, her commandant and superior, knowing that she attempted to murder his best friend. The noblewoman knew she had no excuse for her behavior, only that she hated criminals with a passion, and that certain Lowell was a criminal wanted by the Empire. It was her duty to punish the criminals, but still, to attack him while his guard was down was simply a cowardly act.

That had also been one of her reasons as to why she continued to go to bed with Flynn whenever he asked her to, though the reason came later than her initial ones, which were to help him cope with the stress that came with his promotion and to support him in his endeavors. Not once did she bother to sort out her emotions on this case because, as Sodia has stated from way back, it was simply business.

After that incident in Zaude, she knew that Flynn would never forgive her for doing such a thing (if he would know of it) and as a result, her priorities have changed. No longer would she simply help him, but she would always offer herself wholly to him. After all, offering her body was a very small price to pay, considering the fact that she wanted to take away the life of the person who was like a brother to him. She did not mind if Flynn would use her other than to ease his stress levels; after all, she was the one at fault. Silently, she hoped in her heart that through this, he would be appeased through her shameless and selfless act… and that she would be able to forgive herself as well for doing such a disgraceful deed.

“I-I see. Have fun.” Flynn nearly raised an eyebrow at her strained voice and the sudden change of her demeanor. Sodia sounded and looked tensed, he noted to himself.

“I will. I’ll be back tomorrow. Keep things in order for the meantime.” He said. “Keep an eye on Witcher.” He said, referring to the incident wherein the young mage followed Flynn all the way to Zaphias when he had set off on his own to meet up with Emperor Ioder. A distressed Sodia had greeted the blue-eyed commander when he got back to Aurnion and when she found out that Witcher had been with the Commandant all this time, she had grounded the boy for a week.

“Understood. Have a safe trip.”

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Thankfully, the journey to Nordopolica was uneventful, and he arrived in one piece around early afternoon. He had not so fond memories of this place, this being the location where he was turning into a person whom he swore never to be: a knight who blindly followed orders. He nearly became the villain in the process, if he hadn’t had a rude awakening regarding the matter. That was the highest stress point in his entire life, and he remembered how he had been rough to Sodia Fortescue that night.

He was pissed.

His best friend had the audacity to tell him that he was in the wrong side of justice?

In his bout of rage, he had torn off Sodia’s nightgown while they were in his private cabin onboard the ship. She had come to him in order to help him sort out his thoughts but instead of having a talk with his subordinate, he suddenly took off her clothes as soon as she came in and took her to his bed.

He had been rough with her, and for the first time, Sodia felt the anger in his actions.

Flynn yanked off her underwear, and before she was even ready for him, he plunged himself deep inside her. Despite the pain, she had to grin and bear it, though it wasn’t long before she felt herself get wet from desire. The blonde-haired Captain may have not been thinking straight at first, but he knew what to do. He knew the places where she would moan loudly, and where he needed to touch just so he would get a reaction from her. Somehow, her moans made him hard, and the more he got rough with his touches, the faster his thrusts were.

Not long after, he reached his peak and came inside her, though he knew that the mistake of doing so would be remedied immediately. The brown-haired woman knew what to do, just in case their carnal passions would take control of their wills before they would realize their mistake. As of now, they have been very careful as to not let it lead to a shotgun wedding.

They still have to fulfill their obligations and duties as knights of the Empire, after all.

That was more important than committing a huge mistake that would make an impact on their lives.

After all, what they did was strictly for business.

Love never was part of it.

Now, he wondered if that was true now…

It was hard to believe that a simple promise was to be broken soon, but then again, it wasn’t that hard to suddenly feel something for his subordinate. She was beautiful enough to warrant some attention from the men, but her somewhat cold and indifferent attitude was enough to make most of them dislike her. The remaining few who did like her were mostly afraid to approach her, but other than that, she was likeable enough. As said by Sodia herself, most of those who were bold enough to approach her were only interested in her bloodline and the connections that came with it. Allying one’s self with the Fortescue family was enough to make even the most arrogant man bend down on his knee and try to win her heart, but she did not care for them at all.

“The Empire comes first.” She told him once.

Now he wondered… would he be able to compete with the Empire…?

Was she more devoted to the Empire than to even give him the time of the day?

He felt so confused right now.

He seriously needed help.

Flynn Scifo seriously got it bad.

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After settling in for the meantime in the inn, he took a short nap before heading off to a pub that he and Yuri had decided on. When he got inside, he found the longhaired swordsman sitting by the counter, beer in one hand. It was already past seven in the evening.

“Starting already?” he said by way of greeting.

He got a smirked in return. “You were too slow in getting here.” He raised his mug at the blonde knight and motioned for him to sit on the stool beside him. Flynn complied and requested for an alcoholic drink. “So what’s with the sudden meeting?”

At this, he turned sober, surprising even the childhood friend. “… I feel confused right now.”

“Woah. We haven’t even got to the main event yet and you’ve loosen your tongue already?” Yuri remarked mildly. “Not now, Flynn. Eat before getting on with your story. That way, you wouldn’t have a hard time.”

It took several mugs of alcoholic beverage before Yuri had been able to get the story out of the blonde young man. He was surprised to find out that Scifo’s woes were centered on his subordinate, though he did not comment on that fact immediately. He listened as Flynn took time sipping his hard drink and telling his tale, though it was nearly late evening when he was done, thought not quite midnight. For them, it was still early to call it a day.

“A-and you know what, Yuri Lowell?” Flynn was dead drunk by this time.

“What?” he did his best to keep his wits about, though he was slowly succumbing to the effects. He cringed at the thought of his best friend using his full name, sounding as if they were strangers. Only Sodia Fortescue did that.

But then again, he must’ve gotten some of her habits.

“S-she… s-she’s using me… like some goddamn sex toy just so she could have fun! What about my feelings on this matter!!!”

Oh dear Spirits. A moody Flynn was worse than an angry one, and if he wasn’t careful with his words, the blonde man would turned into a watering pot soon. “Well then, what do you feel?”

“T-this isn’t business anymore! This is too personal!” he screamed at the top of his lungs. Thankfully, most of the customers who were also dead drunk were screaming at the top of their lungs as well, so it didn’t matter that much. “I-I can’t believe she is unaffected by this! We have been spending so much nights together that I lost count already!”

Yuri chose to keep silent on the matter, not wanting to know more about his friend’s sex life. All he thought was that this little meeting would be a simple get-together, but it ended up with long-winded kiss-and-tell portion from the blonde man, and as much as he didn’t want to hear the full details, drunk best friend of his proceeded to do so anyway. Right now, he still couldn’t put two and two together, and Flynn was becoming some kind of sex god?

Spirits above, Flynn and the cat-eyed woman went to bed five times. He tried hard not to slap himself on the forehead at the information that was now stuck in his head.

Damn it, Flynn!

That was way, way off, for him at least. Flynn Scifo, epitome of a gentleman of the Empire, was having some secret affair with his subordinate?

The tabloids would be having a blast with that story.

“Are you sure that she is unaffected?” the black-haired commoner asked after pondering for several minutes on what he should say just so he could avoid having to confront a hysterical Flynn. “What if, you know, she secretly enjoys it?”

“If that happened, she would’ve been screaming during that—”

“Enough, enough. Too much details, Flynn.” The last thing he needed was an image of Flynn doing naughty things to that woman. “And settle down, you don’t have to tell the whole of Terca Lumireis the whole story of your love life, or your frustrations toward it.” he grumbled, taking yet another sip at his beverage.

Another sigh from the commandant and finally, the said commandant leaned on the countertop table and hung his head in his hand in defeat. “This is getting complicated…”

“Not as complicated as the one you’ve been handling right now. The whole of the Imperial Knights is nothing compared to a lone subordinate.” Another sip. “Get over it. I’m damn sure she’s enjoying it. You’re not that dense, so you should’ve read the signs and hints she’s been giving you. And no, do not tell me all about your bedroom activities. I don’t want nightmares.”

Wait a minute…

Now that Yuri had mentioned it, he had a point.

Ever since the Zaude ruins collapsed and Yuri disappeared for a short while, she started acting strange. Usually, he found her in a daze, and whenever he would snap her back to reality, she would look at him with pain in her amethyst irises before letting her gaze fall on the ground. She wasn’t the same old Sodia, that he knew as much.

Hell, she couldn’t even look at him anymore!

Where was the old her?

“… Somehow, Yuri, I think I know what you’re driving at.”

His best friend, ever so insightful, merely smirks. “Glad to know you finally found a way to solve your problem.”

It was a simple solution, really.

He just needed to be true to his self.

When he gets back to Aurnion, he would need to have a long talk with a certain brown-haired, braided woman whose name is Sodia Fortescue.

With that, he set down his mug and ordered another beer.

He would just have to take it easy for the meantime until he gets back tomorrow afternoon.

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She had to tell him as soon as gets back.

Yet another nightmare had attacked her in her sleep, and her conscience would not ease up at all, no matter how hard she tried to bury herself with work. The only thing that had stopped her nightmares temporarily was when she slept with and beside Flynn, knowing that through her acts, it was her way to wordlessly ask him to forgive her.

Apparently, I have yet to forgive myself. She thought bitterly.

During the night Flynn was away, the young woman of nineteen years had decided to sleep early, since she was done with most of the tasks that had been given to her. Because of exhaustion, she immediately fell into a deep sleep, only to suffer through a nightmare.

It was a terrible scenario: Yuri Lowell, confirmed to have died from the stab wound she had inflicted upon him and from the impact of his fall, now a ghost, blamed her for everything. Before she could even utter an apology, the spirit took possession of the Commandant and had the chance to stab her straight through her torso. The image and the scene was so real that she suddenly screamed out loud in her sleep, awakening Witcher, who was sleeping beside her in bed (Witched insisted upon sleeping beside her since Flynn was gone and she couldn’t say no to the child). The distressed Mage did his best to calm her down, but to no avail. Sodia kept crying, and no amount of comforting words put her at ease. After that, she vowed not to sleep for the meantime until he was back.

She could always use the same old excuse again…

“It’s all business... nothing personal, Commandant.”

Six words.

One statement.

Right now, it sounded quite pathetic to her ears.

The Commandant only feels sorry for you. For him, this is all business. You should do away with your pathetic feelings for him.

No matter how much she told herself this, it was hard to do so.

It was getting personal already. It was hard to figure out the line between emotion and business, and the more they shared the bed, the more confused she felt. The only thing that helped her from having illusions that the thing between them was something more than business was to act as if she didn’t care at all. as time went on, however, it was getting harder and harder to act her part.

She had to get out before it was too late.

Her plans were set.

Once she confesses about the whole attempted murder, she would file in her letter of resignation to the Commandant. That way, she could finally cut her ties with him, and that would surely end the entire ‘it’s simply business’ setup that she had once suggested. He had no need for it anymore.

Obviously, when he finds out the truth, he wouldn’t need her anymore.

Best friends before subordinates, after all.

She braced herself for all of this.

Tonight, the commandant was going back to Aurnion.

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The Commandant of the Imperial Knights was back in by late afternoon.

Sodia certainly knew the go-signal for it: it would be noisier than usual outside, and Witcher would go running back to the house after playing outside. The little boy would then announce that he was back and would proceed to ask what their dinner would be for tonight. Knowing that Flynn had a very unusual sense of taste, she would prepare a recipe that was deemed ‘tasty’ by the majority and would give him the much needed condiments for him to mix the taste that suited him best. For tonight, they would have some juicy hamburger steaks.

While Sodia was cooking, the door opened and cue in Witcher’s excited scream that was so unlike him. “Flynn!!! Welcome home!”

A deep chuckled from the older male nearly made her giddy. Nearly. “Thank you, Witcher. What’s for dinner?”

“Hamburger steak!” the green-haired boy said enthusiastically.

Sodia chuckled, despite feeling down, and continued with her cooking.

She might as well savor this moment.

An hour later, they ate dinner. Witcher kept chatting with Flynn while Sodia listened to the conversation of the boy and the older man, chuckling at times because the former kept blabbering so much about his research that the blonde one had to stop him at times so the child would be able to explain everything in a language where Flynn would be able to understand.

She would really miss this.

You brought this upon yourself.

Her supposed selflessness turned into selfishness. She offered her body, yes, but it turned out that she had been the one who wanted this all along. Sodia had feelings of admiration for him ever since he was their Captain, but never in her wildest dreams did she expect that it would develop into something much deeper than admiration. All along, her resolve to ‘help him cope with stress’ turned out to be a selfish act in the end.

She wanted Flynn Scifo all to herself.

I have to break our ties. I have tonight to do so. It is now or never. Sodia Fortescue, it’s time to face the music.

After their meals, while Flynn headed off to his bathroom to have a shower and Witcher was playing around with one of his complex toys, she washed the dishes. Tonight onwards, the old setup would be back: Witcher would be sleeping in the cabin besides their own (Sodia had given out the excuse that he was a big boy now, and he didn’t need to sleep beside her) while they would go back to being bedmates in the truest scene. If she couldn’t get enough money to go back to the imperial capital immediately, she could always have a temporary lodging here and earn enough for the passage back to Zaphias.

I can do this.

When the commandant came out wearing a shirt and his boxers, Witcher jumped up to bid him good night and gave him a hug. A blushing Flynn, who was unused to such affections from the child, muttered his response. When he did the same to Sodia, he added, “I hope you can sleep well tonight. If you can’t, maybe Commandant can soothe the nightmares away.” With that said, the young Mage bolted off to the cabin next door for his bedtime.

“A nightmare?”

She nodded, unable to look at him.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He walked over to where she was and held her shoulders. “What happened?”

She shook her head. “It’s none of your concern, Flynn. I’m fine, really. I just got stressed.”

“Would you like to do it now?”

At this, she stared at him in shock. This was certainly a first.

“N-no need. I can handle this by myself.” She lied, looking away. “Truly, I can handle it.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“THEN DON’T!” at this, she suddenly hit him in his chest. “Sorry. I’m tired of this… we need to break off our ties. I… I don’t want it anymore.”

“Sodia…?”

“Flynn, I’m sorry. We have to break it off.”

Wait a minute…

Just before he could even make a move to talk to her, she suddenly wanted to call everything off. Suddenly, his hands turned cold as the thought finally settled in. Sodia Fortescue wanted out, and as much as he did not want it to happen, he could not voice out his opinion on the matter. It might come off that he was being selfish, and that was the last thing he wanted to convey.

But still, I have to talk to her.

“… I understand. Still, may we have a talk tomorrow morning?”

“Duly noted.” With that, she headed for the bedroom and settled into the other bed, which was three feet away from the bed she and Flynn used to sleep on. It was Witcher who occupied the bed but ever since she and Flynn began using the bed in more than one ways, they had to send him off to the other cabin for obvious reasons, despite his protests.

Behind her, the blonde-haired man followed suit and headed to his bed. If he found it strange that she did not proceed to the other bed, he did not comment upon it. Wordlessly, he lied down and faced the wall.

She, on the other hand, closed her eyes and prayed that the nightmare wouldn’t plague her dreams anymore…

Flynn…

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Around midnight, she woke up from her nightmare.

It had been the same old dream as before, though this time, apart from stabbing her, the possessed Commander of the Imperial Knights pushed her off the edge to make sure she was really dead. When she felt her still-conscious body hit the sharp rocks below, that jolted her back to reality. Suddenly, the brown-haired soldier felt hot tears flow down her cheeks and before she could stop herself, she was crying silently.

The guilt wouldn’t leave her.

It was slowly consuming her, and if she wouldn’t be able to let it out…

I must do this.

Tentatively, she got out of bed and tapped the slumbering blonde knight’s shoulder. He woke up with a start. “Sodia… what’s the matter?” he let out a yawn.

“Flynn, there’s something you need to know…”

Sodia Fortescue spilled out every single detail of that attempt of hers. From her spur of the moment decision to eliminate Yuri to her sudden regret of doing so, she had told all of it. After all, she had nothing to fear. Her resignation letter had already been written, and she had made plans in advance, even an alternative plan just in case the first one wouldn’t go well. She was ready to leave, and no one in his or her right minds would want to have a murderer for a subordinate.

When she was done with her confession, she stared down at the bed sheets, unable to look at him. Sodia certainly did not want him to look at her with rage.

“… I am ready to accept my punishment for the attempted murder of Yuri Lowell.”

It would take some several minutes before he was able to reply. Probably, he was shocked by her actions, though she did not dare to look up.

“In that case… you’ll have to learn the hard way.”

She anticipated some sort of slap before he would get up from his bed and write the necessary documents for her detention.

What she got in return was a sudden toss in his bed when he grabbed her by the shoulders, flung her straight to the mattress, and him pinning her against his bed by straddling against her hips.

“Sodia Fortescue… you will surely pay.”

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Punishment.

To most of the prisoners of the Empire, it meant total pain because of the seasoned torturers of the knights. It had been a very effective method to punish the criminals, and, with the exception of Yuri Lowell, it served as a warning to those who would try to break the law.

Now that the Commandant had used this word, the Lady Fortescue did not know what to expect. He had certainly caught her off-guard with his actions, and she felt nervous.

What was he planning…?

Was he giving her a taste of her own medicine, like what she had done during their first night, before he would hand her over to the torturers? She wouldn’t blame him if he did.

She truly deserved this.

----

He had done this more than once, yet he was still unsure of how to continue.

Everything was so foreign to him. He took control once, but it had been a rough experience that he did not want a repeat. It wasn’t so noteworthy to a point that he would consider it his guide. He knew he had to be gentler this time around.

No more restrictions.

This wasn’t business anymore; rather, this is a personal affair of theirs.

Tonight, there was no such thing as a ‘business deal’.

This was unadulterated passion.

The brown-haired subordinate of his was lying on his bed, wearing her usual white nightgown. He was itching to get rid of it, but decided against it, having far better ideas now than before. If before, their procedure was to take off all their clothing, he wondered what it would be like if they would simply remove the necessary articles and do the deed. He figured that it would be quite erotic, for he suddenly turned hard at the thought of ‘punishing’ Sodia with her clothes on. The panties would have to be taken aside, of course.

It was a standard operating procedure, after all.

“You tried to murder Yuri, that which I cannot forget. Perhaps I’ll be able to forgive you for your transgression, but not so soon.” He lifted her clothing and ignored her gasp when he draped it over her torso, her underwear exposed under his intense gaze. He ran a finger over her outlined slit, and when Sodia gave out a strangled cry, he got his answer.

Flynn tugged down the sides of her panties and let it slide down her ankles. Though she was expecting that he was going to stimulate her with his fingers, he opted to lift up her nightgown up to her chest and let her well-endowed chest be exposed. “Hold this up, will you?”

She did what she was told, too scared of what would happened if she would refused.

Just as she held the hem of her skirt, he proceeded to lick her right breast while he slowly pushed a finger between her legs. Sodia moaned loudly at this, and he, smirking ever so slightly, proceeded to tease her with his tongue, letting it run over her nipple. Seeing her grip on the hem had made the devil in him smile even more, and as much as he had wanted to torture her, he had no time for such. All he could do right now was to make her soaking wet with her come and take her.

Spirits above, his ultimate fantasy was turning into a reality.

Trying hard to control himself, the young man eased his fingers inside her, feeling her walls around his finger. He groaned at this, knowing that despite their times in bed together, he had been unable to do such a thing to her. Before, their activities in the bed only consisted of taking off their clothes, doing the deed and sleeping afterwards. Now, they actually had done some foreplay. Somehow, it felt very… refreshing.

At least he was able to do something other than thrust back and forth like a wild animal.

He pressed deeper, and when she suddenly arched her hips and moaned in a low voice, he knew he had hit her sensitive spot. Withdrawing his forefinger, he replaced it instead with his middle and thrust half of the length inside, curling it slightly as he proceeded to lick her other breast. As he kept his ministration on her chest area, he withdrew inside her, only to thrust it back forcefully. He kept up the pace until finally, a weak cry echoed in his ears and he felt his hands get soaked with her bodily fluids. He licked his come-soaked finger and grinned inwardly to himself.

Not bad.

The Commandant turned to face her and as soon as he saw her red face, he knew he was not yet done. Lowering his boxers, he positioned himself between her legs and said, “Look at me.”

Obediently, she stared at his eyes.

“… This will not be the last, I can assure you.” With his vague statement, the female subordinate could only wonder as to what he meant by that until a dull pain between her legs suddenly interrupted her thoughts. Flynn had entered her, and suddenly, she wondered if he was going to use her to ease out his stress once more.

That was not the case, however.

To her shock and surprise, Flynn had leaned down to kiss her lips, something that they had never done even once, and this led to her suddenly dropping down the hem of her nightgown, letting it fall down just below her breasts. After the initial shock of the contact, the woman suddenly wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer to her as she responded awkward to his kiss. She let her tongue run against his lower lip, tasting him, and gently nibble on it.

Flynn let out a moan and fastened his initial pace while he kissed her. His mind had suddenly taken control of him, and he was desperate to have his release inside her. He did not need to be aware of his surroundings this time; before, he had to be at least half-conscious so that he would be able to withdraw from her in time. Now, however, he was free to bury himself as deeply as he could inside her without the need to worry if he was going to spill his seed in her womb.

Sodia was nearing her own climax as he felt the familiar grip on his manhood once more. Letting out yet another moan, he sheathed himself fully inside her and withdrew, only to thrust himself hard and deeper once more, feeling himself reaching his own peak. A few more thrusts, he came inside her, feeling the anxiety that had built up inside him wearing away.

Despite this, he continued with his task, Sodia underneath him twisting the sheets under her fingers. She was trying hard not to make too much noise and proceeded to grip on whatever she had her hands on. Upon hearing a sharp gasp from her, he felt yet another tightening of her walls and he knew that she had also reached her climax. Her orgasm had rendered her panting and twisting in the bed, and he held on to her just so she wouldn’t suddenly fall off.

“Commander… do you hate me…?” was the first thing she asked after recovering from her recent orgasm. Apparently, it tired out most people, including them.

He chuckled despite his weariness. “Probably not, Sodia, but who knows…” he trailed off.

“I… I must know.”

He shook his head. “Torture victims aren’t supposed to be demanding.” The man scolded her lightly.

“… Understood.”

“We’ll talk in the morning. Get some sleep.”

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Morning arrived far too early for Sodia’s liking, and despite some reassurance that Flynn had already forgiven her, she was still nervous regarding the whole ‘we must talk’ situation. It was only six in the morning, yet she was already deep in her thoughts.

What if it wasn’t the Flynn Scifo in his right state of mind who had forgiven her?

What if it had been someone else?

She shook her head.

Too much what-if scenarios and she was getting nervous because of all of this…

“Sodia.” A man’s voice called her. As usual, he had just taken his morning shower and had donned on a new pair of shirt and boxers, while she wore an oversized shirt and a pair of short shorts. She hadn’t had her bath yet, for she was too busy preparing their breakfast. Witcher was going to wake up soon, and he was one hungry boy in the mornings. “Let’s talk.”

Here goes nothing.

On her right hand was her resignation letter.

She couldn’t push her luck this time. Despite what may have happened between them last night, the shame of it all still haunted her. Sodia Fortescue still could not forgive herself, and did not deserve to be by the commandant’s side. Once she had sat down on one of the chairs of the dining table, the young woman handed the envelope to him.

“What’s this?”

“My resignation le— h-hey, what are you doing?!” in no time at all, he had ripped the thin item to shreds. “I-I spent the whole afternoon writing that!”

He shrugged. “Who cares.”

She narrowed her amethyst eyes at his direction, clearly pissed. Before she could scream at him, he spoke up. Somehow, Flynn knew just about the time when she would open her mouth. “I have decided on your further punishment, seeing as the deed done last night was just the tip of the iceberg.” He said casually.

He did not even blush!

Something was seriously wrong.

What had happened to the commandant?!

“I have decided to…”

She braced herself for the outcome. Don’t cry over this.

“… Let you stay as my subordinate…” he took a pause.

“… With some conditions attached.”

She gave him a puzzled look. “Conditions…?”

He nodded briskly. “You are to stay at my side at all times.”

Well, that was easy enough. “Understood.” She said monotonously.

“… Even during off-duty.”

Wait. WHAT?!

Her mouth dropped at the revelation, and what shocked her even more was that Flynn was actually smirking as he said it! He did not smirk at all, though somehow, it added just a little bit into his ‘bad boy’ aura (which was nonexistent, by the way). “W-wait…!”

“That settles it. That is your punishment.” Somehow, Flynn looked so smug that it was hard to believe that someone like him was one conniving son of a—

Well, she’d better resign to her fate. “Understood.”

“Now then… before Witcher arrives, which will be two hours from now, I would like to have some private time with my subordinate.” He said with such seriousness that she wondered if he was serious or if he was suddenly going to say, “I’m just kidding.”

“Umm…”

“The bathroom. Now.”

She shook her head. “Flynn, I mean, Commander, I lo—”

Suddenly, he pulled her close to him and kissed her on the lips. “You don’t need to say it… and I don’t need to say it as well. It’s too… overrated… and overused.”

“B-but…”

“We don’t need words. We can convey it through our actions… so please, stay by my side until the very end, Sodia.”

Somehow, she believed him.

Maybe through this, she would be able to forgive herself slowly…

She truly believed that Flynn Scifo had forgiven her for her indiscretion, and that he was giving her another chance to prove her resolve and her loyalty to him. She was no mere knight; after all, she was still the commandant’s subordinate through and through. Despite everything, it turned out well in the end. All she needed to do now was continue following him whenever he went and support him with everything she got. True, they had started at the wrong foot, but it did not matter anymore.

“Yes, I will. I promise.” She said. “I am honor-bound to your request.”

“Good to hear.” He nodded.

They still had one another.
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