Before I open requests. I want to introduce the amiibos. They will be published on this order.
Marth.
Robin.
Lucina.
Ike.
I dunno if Roy has or not. So far as I know, he doesn't *shrug*

Marth wandered through the dense yet thick forest.
He sighed in frustration. There didn't seemed to be a path or a way out. He could imagine poor travelers skipping into the forest only to die because they couldn't make it out in time.
Marth certainly didn't want to end up like them.

After he lost his memories, things have been fuzzy. He still knew how to use a sword though. Marth thought about how unfortunate it would've been if he hadn't had a sword with him. Luckily, when he woke up. He had one sheathed on him.

He yelled for any signs of life (aside from the trees, they seemed pretty much dead) and hoped to attract the right attention.

He saw a group walk towards him.
Hope began to spark in his eyes, maybe they were a group of travelers?

The group emerged and leading them was a beautiful (h/c) haired girl.
They seemed like a guild group.
Marth was going to have to find out.

He approached the group–sword sheathed–and courtesies their leader with a gentlemanly bow.
"Good day milady, I am Marth. I'm very unfamiliar with this forest. Can you tell me where I am?" He asked.
She tilted her head "...you're...not from here?"

Marth debated whether to tell her or not. 'I need the help' Marth told himself 'or I'll never escape this forest.'

"Yes" he replied "I am not from here. I feel extremely lost in directions."
She nodded giving him a sympathetic smile "I see, why don't you come with us? I can explain our situation while you explain yours."

Marth realized that she said 'our' as in her and her group. He wondered if they were a mercenary group or something.

He agreed "yes, thank you lady...?"
She gasped "I never told you my name! Heh, I'm sorry. My name is (y/n). I'm a princess of Nohr."
Marth tilted his head "Nohr?" She giggled "oh right, you aren't from here. I'll explain on the way."

—time skip—

After a brief explanation on Marth's location, it's state, and (y/n)'s situation, Marth gave (y/n) a quick explanation about what he could remember.
About how he woke up not knowing where he was and his background.

(Y/n) tapped her chin "hmmm, could you be royalty like me perhaps? That headband on your head..."
"I'm pretty sure it's a tiara or crown" Marth implied.
(Y/n) shrugged "whatever it is, it's got to be expensive. You should be a person of high class or royalty. That's pure gold, and that ruby is perfectly cut. You might be royalty from...wherever you came from."

Marth snickered "prince of the forest perhaps?"
(Y/n) burst out laughing and Marth joined her.

However, their mirthful time was cut short. (Y/n)'s butler–whose name was Jakob as (y/n) told him–opened the door "it's quite late lady (y/n)" he said "I'm afraid our guest will have to leave"

Despite saying it with a smile, he sent a jealous yet subtle vibe that gave out the message quite clearly 'you wanna go bro?'

(Y/n) laughed nervously "ah, okay. Marth will be out in a minute. Until then, leave us."
Jakob nodded and gave Marth a look of 'it better be a minute or less, friend.' Before leaving.

(Y/n) put her hand on his "you can always stay with us. We might even learn who you really are along the way. What do you say? We could use a skilled swordsman like you."

Marth nodded, it was better then nothing.

(Y/n) grinned "great! I think Jakob is a bit tired of waiting."

Marth started his way down the spiral wooden stairs and looked above him.
(Y/n) stood on the balcony waving good bye.
Marth waved back and made his way downwards to his tent which Jakob had set up for him.

He entered and collapsed on his bed.
He smiled a little, him and (y/n) had only shared a few hours together and he was already feeling things. He chuckled at his situation, somehow it felt the other way around. He felt like he was supposed to be the one infatuating women, not getting infatuated himself. Then again, this wasn't simple infatuation.

"Jakob is gonna kill me" he whispered to himself as he slowly drifted to sleep.

Yay! One down! Three more to go!

You have to answer this, it'll help in the future with the Marth one shots. Question: do you like how I portray Marth?