I Think This Is What They Call Divine Justice (Hans/Iago)
As soon as the soldiers finish their last practice of the day, Flora walks into the training grounds, ready to do the inventory, just like every night. If only Felicia was here. Clumsy as her sister was, everything still would be done faster, she wouldn't feel so lonely. At least this mind-numbing task would help to distract her from thoughts of Felicia, Jakob, and Corrin.
The echoing sound of her heels on the cool stone floor was depressing. It was also a good cover for the ruckus Flora doesn't hear until her hand is hovering over the doorknob of the storage room. She can make out the noise of a few spears falling down, something getting slammed against a wall, and–
Iago's screeching voice.
"O-oh! Hans!"
Oh. No. Not these two again. If there was a thing Flora wished to forget more than her sister, more than her love for Jakob, more than her grudge against Corrin, it was the image of that awful, awful night in which she discovered Hans and Iago were in a relationship. Remembering that scene of them kissing, no, devouring each other's faces in the kitchen sent shivers down her spine. And worst of it, she was able to pick up the little, vulgar gestures they would share when they thought no one was around from then on. Or maybe they were aware she was around and didn't care because they knew she knew anyway.
Well, Flora wasn't going to open that door, she wasn't even going to knock. She would rather wait for Hans and Iago to finish whatever they were doing there and stay up until the morning doing the inventory.
Oh, gods, and now in addition to the kiss and the touches, Iago's moans were also embedded into her memory.
Flora was convinced this was punishment for everything she did wrong, for not following Corrin, for betraying Felicia, Jakob. Her only comfort was that she would be thrown into Palace Macarath and left there to rot away in a few more days.