Corrin wasn’t a stranger to discipline nor punishment. She had grown in the kingdom of Nohr under the reign of Garon, so she was quite well versed in what failure meant in the later years of the king’s reign. But still, that one of her siblings would have to enact one of Garon’s last orders mortified her.
The war between Hoshido and Nohr had effectively come to a standstill, as other, far more pressing and imminent threats had somehow arisen. Bands of enemies raided every corner of the country, of both countries, which had caused their armies to occupy their own territory, seeking to ensure the safety of their citizens and families. Still, the attacks kept happening and there was no end in sight for them. She did have the sneaking suspicion that Azura had an idea about what was exactly going on, but the blue haired girl hadn’t been seen for a while, and Corrin herself wasn’t able to form a clear picture entirely, which made her reserve her judgement.

And here she was, trapped in a small castle she didn’t even know existed until she arrived. She had been confined inside it, there were no chains nor shackles, but she was effectively a prisoner. She had overheard some time ago that the spell that would be her penitence had been put together by Iago and Zola, which gave her little comfort, knowing that the mage didn’t stand neither her nor her attitude. Although, seeing how Zola had been involved, perhaps there was a chance that the jester would try to ease some of her punishment.

However, that this had been one of Garon’s last orders before he passed away worried her. A lot. And these past days she had only done so even more, as the guards were gradually rotated with maids. Or at least they looked like maids. Silver skinned women whose eyes glowed red in a way none she had seen before had done; whose maid uniforms seemed to have fused to their bodies. Under any other circumstance she would have been curious about these women, but they limited themselves to tending to the fortress and any and all needs she could have, always with that tiny smile on their face, regardless of the day or the hour.
She spoke in days and hours, but truth be told, she had no idea how long she had been in that place, and the ones she shared the small complex with weren’t exactly the talkative type, leaning more into the silent and the stalwart. Their dedication was admirable, but as much as she tried to grow accustomed to them, she never quite got around, always being somewhat uncomfortable when they were around each other. But she was not holding grudges against them. A knock on the door caught her attention.

- Yes?

- You have a visitor young miss.

This came as a surprise. She wasn’t expecting any visits at all, but then again, she didn’t expect any visits when she was in that fortress way back then, way up north. Her face smiled brightly when Flora and Felicia, the two maids she had known and had looked after her stepped in the room, the blue haired sister keeping the door open for a third woman to enter the room. After she had done so, she gave curt thanks to the silver maid that stood by the door and closed it, leaving the four of them I the intimacy of the room.

- Nice to see you agai- Woah!

Neither Felicia nor Flora had the time to avoid the tackle that Corrin lunged at them, hugging both of them effusively while the third woman watched from a safe distance with the tiniest smile.

- I missed you. I missed you so much.

- We missed you too.

It had been a while since she had felt relaxed, not since she had arrived at this place, but now she was. In the company of the two ice tribe sisters and the third woman she felt secure and safe, despite knowing that punishment was unavoidable and relentlessly coming for her, but for now she was good.

- What are you two doing here?

- Someone has to make sure you are alright -said Felicia- so, we stepped up. I dunno if we can completely trust these silver girls.

- Anyway, they haven’t given us a reason not to yet Felicia. -spoke Flora with complete professionality- But as she said, when we heard the problem you were in, we tried to come and help, even if it’s just being near you and making sure you are properly taken care of.

- And what about you?

Corrin had turned to the third woman that had entered the room, someone dressed in armour that had kept her distance up until now. The woman had a red hair, her long mane tied in two ponytails, one of which stood at each side of her head. She had a cold expression on her face, which went surprisingly along with her arms crossed on her chest and her cold demeanour. She was dressed in her usual mix of cloth, metal plating and knee-high boots, sword at her side.

- Oh, thanks for the warm welcome. But yeah, I came along due to lady Camilla’s orders. To make sure you don’t get into any more trouble. Also, you sister will be arriving shortly.

- Camilla is coming?

- She is, and she’ll be the one overseeing your punishment.

That statement alleviated and worried Corrin. She loved her big sister as much as the rest of her siblings, but she knew she could be a little too overbearing. And she suspected Camilla did too. And knowing that she would be the one in charge certainly awoke contradicting feelings inside her.

- Disciplinary action is due tomorrow, so you should try to get some shut-eye.

Knowing when her punishment would be enacted awoke contradicting feelings in Corrin. She was relieved, knowing she wouldn’t have to wait long before this whole ordeal came to an end, on the other hand her worries did nothing but increase. This was one of the last orders of Garon himself, the man having taken a crueller attitude the last years of his life before he finally passed away. She didn’t notice, but her face paled and her body tensed, so much that the maid sisters set their hands on her shoulders, slowly and gently guiding her to the bed. They had looked after her since she could recall, and they would do it once again tonight as they slowly and gently put her off to sleep, giving her one good night’s rest before she had to face the music.

- I’ll stand guard. No one except your sister will enter.

As the redhead exited the room, Corrin finally started to relax, trying her hardest to drift off to sleep without breaking down, although both sisters knew what she was hiding. They had been there for her since she was a child, whether they wanted or not, and the girl had grown on them, not only as their lord and mistress, but as their friend.

Camilla arrived hours later, finding the maids fulfilling their duties with cold compliance while Severa stood guard on the door of the room, the girl watching over the slumbering occupants of it. Once her liege entered the picture, she relaxed and entered the room with her, somewhat softening her attitude as both women watched over the sleeping trio, Corring having fallen asleep in the lap of the maids and the pair having leaned on each other before falling asleep themselves.

- My liege -Said Severa- I have made a decision.

- I told you not to call me that my dear Selena. -said Camilla in a motherly tone- What decision is that?

- Tomorrow I’ll stand by the girl when she has to face punishment.

- Are you sure about this Selena? -Asked Camilla in a serious tone that was highly unusual on her.

- I am.

- May I ask why? Is it because of me…?

- No! -Hurriedly answered Selena- No Camilla, it’s not because of you. It’s due to a promise I made long time ago.

- A promise made long time ago? Sounds interesting.

- I might tell you when this is over.

- You know you’ll be telling, my dear Selena. I’m eager to know about my retainers…

- I’ll keep that in mind my liege. – She said smirking slightly at Camilla’s pout- Now I think it’s only fair if I get some shut-eye myself if I’m gonna face the music tomorrow.

- Go ahead Selena. I’ll watch over you all. Don’t you worry.

Selena found a spot for her in the room, making herself comfortable and taking a blanket that Camilla passed her, might as well enjoy the night. She wasn’t keen on magics and spells, that was Odin’s area of expertise, but knowing the origin of the spell, she knew that no good could come of it. And she was going in head first.

&&

Corrin didn’t know what to expect from her punishment, but it sure as hell wasn’t this. She was standing in front of a cloaked figure, one under which hood seemed to be a being made of liquid, or at least that looked like to her. Next to Corrin, Severa was in the exact same situation, standing in front of the figure with a deep scowl on her face. They had to leave their weapons behind, and were currently standing in the room alone with this… thing.
It was completely silent, deathly silent, while its “liquid” seemed to flow over its cloak covered body. It hadn’t made a sound up until now, and things weren’t going to change, but it did move as it brought its hands to the chest. However, before either Severa or Corrin could react or talk the thing exploded. As the cloak disintegrated, parts and bits of it went flying in every possible and conceivable direction, part of it now covering both women.

- If this is a joke it ain’t funny.

Corrin agreed, boy did she agree. However, she knew that there was no way, shape or form the punishment was just this, a poor attempt at a joke or a nice one at angering both women; And just before she could talk to the woman next to her she fell to her knees heaving. Her gaze was fixed on the cold ground before her, but she heard clearly how Severa followed in her footsteps, the woman falling on all fours and heaving just as badly as her. Her body hurt, and trying to calm herself was of no avail, as this made no moves to settle down or alleviate her impromptu suffering.
Things took a turn for the worse when Corrin noticed that the bits of the explosive figure were slowly creeping towards them both. Hurting and unable to defend herself, the women were slowly but surely covered by the liquid substance, an ice cold feeling that made Flora’s and Felicia’s ice magic feel warm by comparison. This new coating felt heavy on her, as it covered her completely, but Corrin was completely terrified, as she felt the liquid enter her body via both ends. The cold fluid invaded her mouth and her nose while at the same time entering her most intimate area, now clear that it would seek nothing but laying complete claim over her. Suffocating due to the liquid and the terror she felt, she could only spare a though for Severa, who probably was having it as bad as her, despite not having to volunteer nor stick her neck out for her. Suffocation and panic were starting to take a toll on her, as her vision became blurry and started fading to black.

“Are you going to give up?”

A voice, coming from nowhere and everywhere at the same time spoke to her. It was a voice she had never heard before, but for some reason that didn’t matter to her it was strangely familiar.

“Are you going to give up?”

Of course, she wasn’t, or she wouldn’t like to do so, but her condition was giving her no choice.

“So much suffering, so much pain. Only to be met with nothing.”

The voice seemed to be able to read her mind, but she didn’t have an answer for this one. She had tried so hard, and all for what?

“You tried to put an end to it, did you not? Reach for both sides. Try to secure peace. And all for what?”

It did have a point. She had tried to reach for her siblings, on both sides, only to be pushed away while the madness went on and on.

“Betrayed, chased down, abandoned. You offered peace, and they casted you aside.”

As much as it pained her, the voice was right. She had tried to reach every single one of them, and all had branded her a traitor and an enemy collaborator, pushing her away in the best cases.

“And now they enforce this upon you, for trying to help them out.”

Anger had started to kick in. She had tried her damn hardest, she had been cast away, and now this? Were the nohrian siblings so blind to Garon’s antics? Were the hoshidans never going to come down from their high horse? She had tried and she was the one to be punished?!

“What if you could change that? What if you could unite all under your banner?”

She liked that; she would love that. But they would never listen.

“Accept this power, and go forth down your path, child. Go carve your own fate.”

Her vision, blurry before, cleared instantly. There were no doubts, no second guesses; she had a vision, and she know what had to be done. They would unite under her and there would finally be peace, whether they wanted or not. As the woman slowly stood up, she noticed the other woman next to her, as she slowly stood up too, looking at her with two cold, glowing red eyes. It was then when her hearing came back too, carrying along a voice she knew all to well. Her first sibling to join her had just arrived.

&&

- Corrin? Corrin!

Camilla was done waiting. With two powerful and swift hits she knocked down the two silver maids that guarded the door of the room Corrin and Selena had stepped in, quickly getting a hold of her axe. One, two, three and four controlled and powerful swings of the weapon were enough to tear the door down, opening the path to her. She had heard the women heave inside, and she knew she was getting them out, those were her little sister and her retainer in there, consequences be damned. However, when she kicked the door down and stepped in, discarding her axe, she was met with a sight she had not expected. She didn’t know what the outcome of this would be, but definitely hadn’t expected this.

Corrin’s skin had turned silver, her outfit seemingly having fused with her. Her bare silver feet were followed by what had previously been her outfit, which went up her legs, covering her thighs while revealing the inner part of her legs. From here the black that was a mere outlier before took front and centre, while having the emblem of Nohr emblazoned in purple on her torso, over her belly button. This gave way to the outfit once again, mimicking scales over her hourglass figure before going up, around and over her breasts as it joined the armbands that came from her forearms, covered her shoulders and became one in her neck. Her long hair seemingly remained the same, although the sound and the texture revealed it to be metallic in nature. And finally, the woman looked at her with two glowing red eyes and a smile unlike any donned before by Corrin.

Selena had undergone a similar change, but had come out different in her own unique way. Her knee-high boots and legs had fused, becoming metallic and taking a colour similar to the one the boots had before. From her knees one darker strip went up her silver legs, joining the outfit that now was a part of her. Gone was her previous armour and clothing, now replaced by copper looking metal. Unlike Corrin, Selena had her torso visible while her hourglass curves were now copper looking, this going up her sides, between her legs and over her breasts. She also had a nohrian emblem, just under her metallic bust, and much like Corrin her forearms were covered by metal that had, probably, been part of her armour before. As the metal from her bust and her shoulder met in an elaborated lock on her neck, Camilla did notice that her copper-like metal had small crosses on it, almost like it had been riveted. The woman still had her long red hair tied in two ponytails, and her eyes glowed red, but unlike Corrin she was looking straight forward without paying any attention at all at her, and her face was locked in a small smile.

- Camilla, my dear sister.

- Corrin? Is-

- Everything is fine sister. Everything will be alright.

Camilla would have liked to react somehow, but the silver woman approached her with an attitude she had never seen in her. Something was wrong, very wrong, but she could not resist her. When Corrin threw her arms around her, she felt cold and imminent danger, but she was unable to react.

- Do you love me sister?

- Wha-

- Do. You. Love. Me?

- Y-yes.

She didn’t know what it was, her touch, her overall look or just the look on her face, but she was unable to run or fight back as the silver woman smiled at her with a twisted smile. Selena hadn’t moved an inch, standing where she was, and Camilla would not be able to warn the maid sisters.

- Then come along, my dear sister.

Camilla was unable to put up any resistance when Corrin kissed her. Had it been under any other circumstance or had Corrin retained her previous self, she would have liked to taste those silver lips; but now Corrin kissed her, forcing her silver tongue in her mouth and down her throat, allowing the silver to claim her loving sister too. Slowly but surely, the metal claimed the purple haired beauty, and she would never leave Corrin’s side ever again, she would make sure or that.

&&

Corrin sat on her throne. It had been a week and a half since she had set herself in her new path, the one that would lead her to the realization of her vision. Severa stood next to her throne, silent and at attention should her queen require her services, while the silver maids fulfilled their duties and the orders given by their new ruler. However, Corrin was far from bored, as Camilla and Azura rubbed their bodies against her.
The eldest of the nohrian sisters was now her most devout lover, the purple haired silver beauty never leaving her side and always eager for her sister’s attention and approval. As had happened with Corrin and Severa, her clothes and armour had partially fused with her; but, unlike them and due to her new nature, they covered as little as possible, allowing the silver woman to flaunt her body, her very generous curves and the silver orbs that had become her breasts. Azura had followed a similar transformation, ending as Camilla’s rival in love. Having done a complete departure from her previous quiet and reserved attitude, the blue haired silver woman was as much of a lover as Camilla, and quite the performer too, dancing and singing for Corrin when she demanded it. She had come out of nowhere to try and “break her free”, but she had ended up joining her instead.

As the doors opened, Flora and Felicia stepped in the room. Both sisters had joined Corrin, the two silver women being incredibly alike and their main difference being their hair and how each had it combed. Felicia’s being a long pink ponytail while her sister’s ponytail was much shorter and she had two locks around her face. Their maid uniform had partially fused with them, as was the norm with all that joined her. However, there were slight differences, which showed their status as Corrin’s head maids.

- We have returned mistress.

- Report.

- We have located the lair of the monsters that were most recently spotted, they have been attacking small villages and towns in the area.

- Good. -Said Corrin as she turned to Severa, who turned her head to look at her, her small quiet smile never wavering. – Assemble a small force and wipe them out.

- It will be done.

As the silver swordswoman and Corrin’s right hand stepped away to assemble some of the maids and fulfil the given orders, Corrin turned to the two maids again.

- Well done. What about these villages?

- We have not approached them yet. We have merely observed and reported back.

- They are small, with plenty of injured and little to no defences. -Answered the other sister.

- Good. Pay them a visit and extend them the invitation to join me.

- And if they refuse, my queen?

- Then we will make them join. Now go and help the force cleaning those miserable wretches.

- As you order. -Said both Flora and Felicia in unison.

As the maids left to join Severa´s raid party Corrin relaxed, having a confident and satisfied smile on her face. She caressed and ran her hand through Camilla’s and Azura’s long and lustrous manes, both of her lovers moaning in content and happiness of finally having the attention of their queen back. She would realize her vision. They would join her, or she would make them join her.