It was just a normal Sunday at first. Cordelia was walking to the castle to have tea with Sumia, the same routine she had done everyday since the war ended. She loved the feel of Sunday morning- so quiet and peaceful. But it was that silence that got her thinking about her husband- former husband, rather- Robin. He always had enjoyed silence, it was something about being away from the chaos of the army. Back in those days, she was more than happy to enjoy the silence with him. She lost track of how many times his heartbeat lulled her into a doze, how many kisses they shared in silence. But then he had to kill himself to save the damn world...
It's not like she could really blame him for it. If given the option to save yourself or the world, she'd probably do the same thing. But she still wanted him to live. She knew it was selfish. She knew it was dumb. But she still hated him for sacrificing himself. Worse still was the fact that she could never forget him, despite the events that had transpired during his death. Maybe if her memory were erased she would be happier. But she could never forget him. Maybe it was because of Morgan. Maybe it was because of the fact that all the people still sing his praises. Or maybe it was because, despite the heartbreak, she still loved him. But she couldn't think like that anymore. She couldn't afford to, not after what's happened.
It was in this trance that she would always enter the dining hall, where Sumia would usually await her. But for some odd reason, Sumia was nowhere to be found. The only person there was Fredrick, who's stoic demeanor had been replaced with a large grin.
"Ah! Cordelia! Sumia would like me to inform you that she wishes to relocate your tea time to the throne room."
She shot him a quizical look, "She wants to drink tea in a room that has no table?"
Fredrick looked down, "Yes.."
She laughed, "You are a terrible liar."
He sighed in response, leaving the room. Cordelia was a little scared for what was to come. In her years as Lissa's sister-in-law, Sumia gained a love for joking. Today, however, was a more serious day, as Cordelia had a very big announcement. However, she would play along for now. She walked to the throne room, to see Sumia standing up, almost dancing. Cordelia sighed, "What in Naga's name are you so happy about?"
Sumia's tone was akin to that of a schoolgirl, "Oh, Cordelia, I have the most wonderful news!"
Cordelia smirked, "Whatever it is, I'm sure I have you beat."
Sumia smiled, "Oh, I'm sure my news is better. Follow me!"
Cordelia, seeing little point in arguing, followed her friend, who was practically running through the castle halls. They eventually stopped infront of the infirmary, where Sumia giggled, "Cordelia, are you ready to see the greatest thing in your life?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Nope!"
Sumia then flew open the door, leaving a stunned Cordelia behind it. There, on a bed, was Robin. The same white hair. The same scar on his face. Hell, even the same damn cloak. So many things were racing through her mind. How is he alive? Why is he alive? Where was he? What will she tell... Oh Naga...
Sumia smirked, "So, what do you think? Does your announcement trump mine?"
Cordelia's tone was filled with regret, "Well, I was going to say... Well..."
Sumia's smile faltered, "What?"
Cordelia started to cry, "I... I..."
Unable to find the words, Cordelia raised her hand to Sumia's face, revealing a wedding ring. It took a few minutes for Sumia to realize something- that was not the ring Robin gave her.
"Cordelia, you didn't-"
Cordelia was now crying, "Gregor proposed to me yesterday..."
Sumia gulped, "And...?"
"I said yes."
