Awakening Supports/Cordelia Frederick
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C Support
Cordelia:
The supplies have been unloaded, and everything is accounted for, sir.
Frederick:
Ah, good work. Thank you. Next, may I ask you to—
Cordelia:
Inspect the worn weapons and scrolls? Already done, sir. Oh, but I did have a number of questions regarding the layout of the camp.
Frederick:
......
Cordelia:
Frederick?
Frederick:
I was just thinking how little you have changed from when I knew you in Ylisse. Back when you served the royal pegasus knights. Always working harder than everyone and finding some task that needs doing... Phila once confessed to me that she'd have been lost without your help. I'm convinced it was her intention to eventually name you her successor.
Cordelia:
Ph-Phila said that?!
Frederick:
I envied her, in truth. I've often wished that I possessed a successor of your caliber.
Cordelia:
Come now, Frederick, sir! You go too far. People will get the wrong impression if they overhear such flattery.
Frederick:
The wrong impression? ...Ah, yes. I see. Apologies, milady. I'm afraid I'm not as sensitive as you to how such things can be perceived.
Cordelia:
Of course not. Sometimes it feels as if every man only wishes to woo me...
Frederick:
Indeed, the stories of your colorful past certainly do precede you.
Cordelia:
Er, stories? What stories? ...Frederick, what stories?!
B Support
Frederick:
Might I have a word, milady?
Cordelia:
Ah, Frederick. Of course. What is it? Why are you so fidgety? Wait, is this about your inexperience in matters of the heart again? Aha! You've come to me for love advice, haven't you?!
Frederick:
Er, n-no, milady! I assure you, my intentions are entirely innocent. I was hoping you'd show the new recruits how well you handle a spear.
Cordelia:
...I suppose I could. But what would be the point? A common soldier is never going to be capable of wielding a spear the way I do.
Frederick:
No. But at the very least, I want them to experience your legendary skills firsthand. Then they'll understand that your skills are born of effort, and not a matter of luck.
Cordelia:
...Luck? But why would they think that in the first place?
Frederick:
Well, you see... Er, how shall I put it? For mere military mortals such as our new recruits and myself... Well, your martial genius places you on an entirely different plane. So far above us, in fact, that it's difficult to understand how skilled you really are.
Cordelia:
Laying it on a bit thick, aren't you?
Frederick:
I'm quite sincere. It must be very difficult having talent of your sort. It must be frustrating to be so constantly misunderstood and underappreciated. For our army's morale, I think it's important that our new recruits understand this.
Cordelia:
......
Frederick:
I know it's an onerous request. You have every right to refuse.
Cordelia:
Oh, no. I'll do it. In fact, I'm delighted you asked...
Frederick:
You are?
Cordelia:
I've always felt...apart from the rest of society. Like I'm in a different world. And when I'd complain about this or that, no one would take me seriously. People would say, "Oh, you're a genius. What do you have to complain about?" You're the first to realize that... Well, it's not easy being me.
Frederick:
Well, I am pleased that milady is pleased!
Cordelia:
So! Now that we've settled that, tell me all about your love life!
Frederick:
Heh, er...perhaps later? ...Much, much later?
A Support
Cordelia:
Frederick!
Frederick:
Milady, you seem giddy with excitement... Did something fortunate occur?
Cordelia:
Not yet, but it's about to.
Frederick:
Oh? I'm pleased to hear that.
Cordelia:
You're always willing to help me, aren't you? If I ask a favor?
Frederick:
If it is in my power to do so.
Cordelia:
Great! Then put your boots on. We're going out.
Frederick:
Do we need to secure more supplies?
Cordelia:
Oh, no. This is going to be MUCH more interesting than some shopping trip.
Frederick:
You say that with such an ominous bent! I'm starting to feel rather apprehensive. (...Wait. Could it be that I inadvertently insulted her the other day?) (Is she so angry at me that she is plotting to exact revenge?) (Ye gods! She's going to lure me to some dark place and stick a spear in my back!)
Cordelia:
Frederick, what ARE you mumbling about? I want us to talk about your love life! I know you so want to pour your heart out, but you're afraid to take the first step. So you and I are going to a nice, quiet spot to see if we can't sort it all out.
Frederick:
Er, what?
Cordelia:
I've already picked out a place with absolutely no chance of being disturbed. Oh, and I made sandwiches! Mmm...
Frederick:
Ah, Cordelia. Even with all your preparation, you still made one fatal mistake... You failed to account for the possibility that I might refuse your invitation!
Cordelia:
No, I didn't. I assumed that if you refused, I'd have to eat all the sandwiches myself. So I made only my very favorite kinds—chutney, blue cheese, and pickled beets.
Frederick:
I...see. Then I concede that your preparations are flawless. I think I have little choice but to gird myself and submit to this, er, liason. But only on one condition: you must first tell ME of YOUR love life.
Cordelia:
Hold on to your helm, Frederick! I've got LOTS to say!
S Support
Cordelia:
Frederick! When ARE we going to discuss your love life?!
Frederick:
Didn't we do that already?
Cordelia:
We had that meeting in the gazebo, but you never really said anything!
Frederick:
Perhaps because I was unable to get a word in edgewi—
Cordelia:
Are you saying I talked the entire time?!
Frederick:
Do you even recall our conversation? ...If, indeed, it can be called that? You spent two hours describing in vivid detail your unrequited passion for Chrom. You also sobbed repeatedly and kept asking me "Why, Frederick?! Why?!" Then you devoured all the sandwiches and ran off with the picnic hamper.
Cordelia:
Er, yes. Thank you for...reminding me. But I assure you, our next conversation will not be nearly so shameful! This time it will be all about you. You'll have my undivided attention for the whole day, if that's what it takes.
Frederick:
Heh. Is this a solemn vow?
Cordelia:
Absolutely!
Frederick:
In that case, I shall begin my confession immediately...
Cordelia:
Goody!
Frederick:
*Ahem* Time to get down to brass tacks. No beating about the bush, so to speak... The truth is... *ahem* Yes, quite. Well, the truth is... I am in love with you.
Cordelia:
Huh?! ...Is this a jape? It is, isn't it? A silly jape! I bet there's a pack of jesters waiting behind that tree to surprise me!
Frederick:
No jape, milady. Not for me.
Cordelia:
Oh. But...I thought... I mean... All this time I was asking... I had no idea your love troubles had anything to do with ME!
Frederick:
Yes, and I know your heart belongs to Chrom. But even so, I will not give up. I have no desire to speak ill of Chrom, for I am his man in all things. But, Cordelia, I would never give you cause to weep so bitterly as you have for him. I would devote my whole existence to ensuring your happiness.
Cordelia:
Why, Frederick... When you say something like that, I know that you're telling the truth. B-because it's how I feel, too. Day in and day out, I have those very same thoughts. ...Except they're for Chrom.
Frederick:
And just as you love Chrom with all your heart, so do I love you with mine. Here. Let this be the proof.
Cordelia:
...An engagement ring?
Frederick:
It doesn't matter that right now your heart belongs to another. It's enough for me to hope that someday you'll find it in yourself to love me. Will you marry me, Cordelia?
Cordelia:
Oh, Frederick! This is... Yes, I will marry you!
Frederick:
You will?
Cordelia:
I know that Chrom will never love me. ...I think I've always known it. And frankly, I've grown weary of unrequited love. Just the thought of giving it up is like a weight falling from my shoulders. Oh, Frederick, thank you for making me face reality at last! If I promise to love only you, will you make me the happiest woman in the world?
Frederick:
I swear it, milady.
