Disclaimer: This story contains slight spoilers for Fire Emblem Fates: Revelations. It also contains consensual bondage.



"With all due respect, I think you're gravely mistaken this time, dear."

"Oh no, I'm not backing down on this point. I know for a fact that I'm right."

Camilla and Hinoka stared each other down from across the table in Camilla's bedchamber. Since the end of the war, both royal families had made efforts to strengthen their ties and further understanding for one another, for the sake of peace between Hoshido and Nohr and for the good of their people, but also to honour Corrin's wishes.

For the two elder princesses, this effort mainly consisted of visits to one another, for tea, sparring and light conversation, as well as the occasional lesson in handiworks, cooking or cultural traditions.

Sitting across from each other, dressed in comfortable clothes, cups of black tea and some pastries in front of them, Camilla had given Hinoka a lesson in stitching, until somehow a topic had come up that made each of them vehemently defend their position.

"If you knew of the materials we produced for that exact purpose, you would understand.", Camilla said calmly, taking a sip of tea with an air of finality.

"If you had ever been subjected to our technique, you wouldn't talk so big.", Hinoka insisted boldly, gently pushing the tea set in front of her aside.

"Is that right? Are you saying you have?" The Nohrian princess let a pleased smirk slip, as she saw the blush on her friend's face.

"Th-there's nothing strange about that! It was part of my training!"

"So you say you learned to escape Hoshidan restraints? In that case they're not as inescapable as you claim, are they?"

"It was a training of endurance, not of escape. But you can be sure I tried my best. Compared to that, anything you could subject me to would be easy."

Camilla set her cup down and got up from her chair, prompting Hinoka to do the same. "Very well then, I accept your challenge, Princess Hinoka of Hoshido. Let us see if you'll still make the same claims at the end of the day."

She confidently strode towards the door and opened it, addressing her guard in the hallway. "Beruka, get me a set of restraints, the best quality you can find."

Her retainer gave a silent nod and headed down the hall quietly. Camilla closed the door again and turned back to her guest. "Until she returns, why don't you try that cross-stitch again?"



Beruka had returned with a small but heavy bag and left it with her mistress before returning to her post outside the room. Camilla sat down at the edge of her soft bed and gestured for Hinoka to do the same. The Hoshidan princess took her seat next to her and watched as she started to look through the contents of the bag, trying not to appear too curious.

Taking something out of the bag, Camilla handed it to Hinoka to look at. It was a band of thick, dark leather, similar to the kind one would find on hardened armour. It was held closed by a buckle, like that of a belt, but made so it would snap into place when closed properly. Along the outside of the band, there were iron rings let into the leather.

"This is the kind of restraint someone of your status would be subjected to.", Camilla explained, taking it back from her and gently placing it around Hinoka's wrist. She pulled the band tight and closed the buckle, making the metal snap onto it.

She retrieved an identical band from the bag and held her hand out for the other arm, which Hinoka willingly offered. She had agreed to this and backing down now would be admitting defeat.

Camilla fastened the second band around her other wrist, then repeated the same process with two more, fastening them right above Hinoka's elbows. She then gently turned her shoulders to make her face away, before taking her arms and moving them behind her back. She hooked something through the rings of both wrist restraints before snapping it shut, with the click of a small lock. Taking another, she hooked it through both elbow restraints, snapping it shut as well.

"That should be enough to give you a taste, I don't want to make you too uncomfortable after all." She crossed her legs, folding her hands in her lap.

"So you're going easy on me? I hope you don't regret that later." Hinoka pulled her arms against the strange restraints, finding them to hold her in a tight grip despite how fast they were put onto her.

She looked straight ahead, looking over her shoulder told her nothing, and concentrated, feeling around with her hands, barely able to touch the bands on her opposing wrists. She tried to feel out the lock and the buckles and after some moments of turning and stretching her hands, she felt the buckle on her left wrist under her fingers.

"Are you sure this is all you're going to do? I'm going to get out soon at this rate.", she taunted confidently, looking back at Camilla, who just smiled back, unimpressed.

"I think this is plenty. Unless you really want it tighter.", she teased calmly, running one finger along Hinoka's shoulder. "Because I could make it a lot tighter."

Hinoka ignored the heat rising into her cheeks and twisted her hand again to grip the buckle she could reach. Digging her fingers into the band, she tried to pull it through, but it didn't budge. feeling out the metal clasped over the buckle, she tried to open it, but didn't have any strength with the way she had to twist her hand, with the restraints around her elbows keeping her from building up leverage.

As she grunted and tried to find a different spot to work on, she watched as Camilla got up and walked back to the table, sitting down with her patchwork. "Let me know when you're ready to surrender."



Almost ten minutes of struggling and twisting her arms passed, before Hinoka gave in with a frustrated grunt. "Ugh, all right, I give up!"

Camilla calmly put her work aside and walked over, looking down at the red-headed princess, folding her arms and trying not to look too smug. "So you admit Nohrian restraints are more secure?"

"Not yet. Get me some rope and we'll see how you like it.", the tomboy snarled defiantly.