Queen Nerr Of Nohr, The Conquering Monarch And Her Late Husband, Prince-Consort Gunther, The Shadow Of

Queen Nerr of Nohr, The Conquering Monarch and her late husband, Prince-Consort Gunther, The Shadow of Death A head canon where events play out as they do in Conquest, but Xander (and possibly Elise) die as they do in Birthright. Camilla still abdicates the throne, having never had much of a head for politics, but as Nerr is the third in the line of succession (Garon both formally legitimized her), she becomes the new ruler, rather than Leo, who instead becomes one of her advisors, taking over as her chief advisor when her husband died. Nerr is incredibly adept at political affairs, having both a shrewd intellect and a natural charisma. She has many allies, not just throughout the many duchies of Nohr, but also throughout Hoshido, namely Moukushuu, Kouga, Izumo and Kazeho. Having personal ties to so many political leaders, as well as having been well versed in negotiation since she was very young (her natural aptitude for manipulating people into giving her what she wants was one of the few things Garon nurtured in her) results in her quite easily brokering deals to the benefit of her queendom. Even Leo admits that she’s much better suited to be in a position of power than him. She’s well loved by the common folk because she overtly places a precedence on their well being above the wealthier castes. Feelings are mixed amongst the nobility. A few nobles recognize that she’s a young girl trying to fix a kingdom that’s been on the brink of collapse for almost a century, but most aristocrats simply disdain this Hoshidan whore and her peasant husband for daring to try and uproot their way of life. There have been several assassination attempts on her life, but alas, assassins creeping on her are old hat for the Dark Blood Princess. Despite the love she holds for her subjects, she is a cold woman, unnerving people with her often vacant stare and flat affect. She’s well known for publicly, and personally, executing those involved in attempted coups. She has become much crueler since the passing of her husband, formerly Sir Gunther, five years after she ascended the throne. A rumor has passed through the staff of Castle Krakenburg that she was involved in murdering him directly, several sources stating that she could be heard speaking to a third person in their quarters the day he passed, though the identity of this third party remains a mystery. Those close to her know this is nonsense as she put the wellbeing of her former retainer above all else, including her queendom and family. Her mental state seems to have severely degraded since his death. They express concern for her as she is often found staring at fountains and ponds, stating he speaks to her through the water, and “he’ll return alive” when she finds “Aum”.

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We Both Start Over (Gunther/Nerr drabbles)

“Hugs” – Physical affection had been banned for the inhabitants of the Northern Citadel for several years now. Though in truth, that rule was only really enforced when it came to members of the opposite sex. No kisses on the cheek (or elsewhere...), no holding hands, certainly no being alone together... and definitely no hugging. It was not a decree that came from King Garon, or even Prince Xander. Gunther had instituted it himself and was it's firmest advocator. It wasn't that he was a cold man who found the concept of affection abhorrent (given his past, he'd be a hypocrite of the highest order to do so). No, it was simply a result of circumstance... the circumstance of an overly affectionate lady liege who had been blissfully unaware of the changes in her blossoming body. Gunther had noticed, and unfortunately, so did Jakob. Bad enough a hormone addled teenage boy lived with a quickly maturing young girl, but he would be damned if he let them be alone together. It only took a moment of weakness to lead to a lifetime of regret, after all. He had set up that rule simply because the young steward could not be trusted... was what he told himself. Not because he had felt his mistress's newly budding breasts press against him and in that moment, had a dozen suggestive thoughts run through his own mind. He was nearing sixty- he wasn't some lovesick swain who couldn't control his baser instincts. That was a very chivalrous thought, one he would've believed had he not currently found his face pressed against two now very mature breasts, sinewy arms wrapped around his head and shoulders in an iron embrace, keeping him there. “Nerr, I--” “Shhhh... just let me hold you for a bit.” She wore no armor, just a thin linen shirt, and he could feel the warmth radiating from her. “This is untoward.” He hissed, cringing mentally as his voice cracked slightly. No one was supposed to know they were betrothed; there would severe repercussions for them both should Princess Camilla or Prince Xander find out, and yet Nerr had tricked him into bending down, acting as though she wished to tell him something not meant for eavesdropping ears, and promptly captured him in her grasp. Gunther could feel his back growng stiff. He wasn't accustomed to remaining doubled over for so long. “Nerr--” “Just a little longer.” The veteran knight had no choice but to comply with her wishes. He could struggle, to be sure, perhaps even pull himself free, but there were times when Nerr's draconic instinct seemed to take over, and that was what stayed his hand. The last time he had tried to pull away as she “embraced” him, her grip had tightened so much that he had been left with bruises. She didn't even seem to realize that she had hurt him, which was the most worrying thing. Feral wyverns often did the same thing to their prey, clamping down further with each struggle until their quarry could no longer draw breath. Gunther trusted his fiancée was not secretly planning to eat him, but in the back of his mind, he couldn't be sure. Sighing, his breath causing the thin cloth of her blouse to flutter slightly, he asked the only question she would allow him to finish. “Why?” At once, she withdrew, her absence coming so suddenly, he nearly tipped over without her there as a support. Her expression was that of a guileless child, all wide eyes and parted lips, as though she hadn't nearly smothered him just now. “To make up for lost time, of course. I have five years worth of hugs pent up inside of me. They need an outlet.” The older man felt a smile tug at the corners of his lips. Straightening, he reached out, pulling her close to his own chest. There was no need for her to stoop, as that was exactly where her head came to, and he reveled in the soft warmth pressed against him. “Gunther? What are you--” “Shhh. We'll get through them twice as quickly like this.” 000000000000 A/N- She learned it from Camilla, of course. So, in "The Road Not Trekked", the story Nerr comes from, the only inhabitants of the Northern Citadel are her and her core servants (Gunther, Jakob, Flora and Felicia, and Lilith, in order of arriving). There's no other staff, no one else living there at all. There USED to be, but they all left shortly after Jakob arrived, and it's safe to say Gunther's responsible for that. For six years, the three of them lived alone (much to Camilla's chagrin), until Nerr turned 11 and started going through puberty, at which point Gunther promptly told Jakob he was never allowed to be alone with her again and went to Garon to request female servants for his liege, which is why Flora and Felicia were sent to the boonies, as opposed to staying in Krakenburg, which is better protected and in closer sight of the king. Despite knowing a great deal about physiology and the reproductive process, Nerr is very much clueless that people might view her any way but platonically, and as such, has no real understanding why jumping on sexually frustrated men and rubbing her boobs on them might be awkward for them. Seriously, she could be walking around butt nekkid and see Jakob pop a boner, and the thought that it's because of *her* would never cross her mind. "Oh, goodness. Do you have to pee, Jakob? I've read that a full bladder can cause an erection." "N-no, milady, that's definitely not why..." "Hmm. Well, sometimes they just happen for no reason. Penises are weird. *casually walks away, still naked*"

"How would you like your hair, my little ladyship?" "Ummm... pretty!" "Heh heh... Very well. I will try my hardest to make it 'pretty'..." Gunther had two younger sisters growing up, and with their mother constantly working to support a family of four on her own, things like doing their hair fell to him. Of course, as a ten year old boy with no practice in such matters, the most he could do was ponytails and simple braids, but they appreciated his efforts nonetheless. Fast forward forty years, and he still never bothered to expand his styling repetoir, but Nerr and Jakob didn't mind. My point? Nerr and (to a lesser extent) Jakob are very sentimental and still wear their hair the way Gunther used to do it for them as children. Of course, Jakob would die before admiting that, and even Nerr tends to be a bit evasive when it comes to explaining why she doesn't want to try new styles.

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A tradition

In peacetime, the ruler grows their hair long. In war, they cut it short. A ruler with long hair is held in great esteem, for defending the peace. The traditional declaration of war is for the ruler to send their cut-off hair to the enemy ruler. The statement carries greater weight the longer the hair: to receive long hair says that you have angered one who is slow to anger, that you have incurred a wrath not easily woken.