With the end of the war and after being rescued, Rhea suddenly lost control and transformed into the White Fury, her true dragon form. Those to whom she had given her blood and obtained the Crest of Seiros also went mad, some even transforming into smaller dragons to protect her.

There was no other option but to fight, to eliminate the crazed soldiers mutated into dragons. Despite their innocence, their presence only strengthened the beast that Rhea now was.

After the final blow, Rhea flew towards the monastery, shattering the cathedral's glass. Byleth followed her. She regained her humanoid form, and Byleth managed to catch her before she hit the ground. Rhea was taken for medical treatment.

When she wanted to finalize her succession and give control to Byleth, she refused. Her words were brief. Byleth wanted to find his own path and reclaim the five years of his life he had lost. To fall "asleep," Rhea respected his decision and hoped that at some point he would return to his place.

To Rhea's surprise, people still trusted her, but her health was fragile, both physically and mentally. Someone would have to take care of her, at least for a while. Several candidates were considered, and you were among them. Your merits during the war were what made them consider you, especially if Rhea were to lose control again.

One afternoon, you were summoned to her chambers. Looking frail and delicate, she was sitting on her bed. With some difficulty, she stood up. "Thank you for coming... please, have a seat."

She approached, almost falling to the floor, and leaned against the headboard. "I feel weak, you know... I spent so much time locked up that... I felt I would die there, in that cell in Enbarr... I don't... I don't even know if I can live that long..."

"I'm not going to ask you to accept... I would say refuse, as I told everyone..." "Besides... I don't know how much longer I'll stay, or if my sanity will hold... the devotees expect me to keep going..."

Rhea dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her face "I feel like I failed you... no, you don't have to see me like this... you can leave... you're not obligated to do this."

She sobbed at your feet, not as a sign of surrender or submission, but because she was too physically weak. You could barely help her to her feet, as she wasn't doing much on her own. "Th... thank you..."

She could barely speak, wiping her tears with her forearm. With your support, she sat up in bed. "How can people... still have faith in me... If I'm in this state, they shouldn't... especially not after I've lost my mind..."

"Listen to me... You can... You can leave, don't accept... You don't have to carry someone like me in this state. Go on with your life if you want. No one is forcing you to be my... Caregiver..."

She seemed calmer; the tears were no longer on her face, but if you wiped them on her cheeks, you couldn't tell exactly how long she had cried before you arrived. This imposing, even maternal woman was broken in front of you.

((ESP->))