Robin trailed a hand nervously through his hair. He was pacing back and fourth on the edge of camp, near the mounts. He held a small box in one hand. It was ridiculous. He could do it. He had courage, strength, smarts. Hell, he had practically saved her homeland! Even Chrom had said he could have any woman in Ylisse!
But she wasn't from Ylisse.
She was a knight from Roseanne. A warrior woman who had taken as many lives as he. She was strong, smart and beautiful. He thought her to be a refined beauty. Like how much Lon'qu praised his sword after it was cleaned. A beauty first defined by war, but sharpened over time. Hardships and struggle bounced off of her, and still she shone with a deadly edge.
She was all he could think about. A virus that overcame his natural thoughts. To push away contact, to push away romance, it overcame his natural barriers. Still, it ate away at his mind until the times when he should have been drafting plans he was thinking of her. No manner of battle could ever prepare him for the struggles of his heart.
Even if he married her, he could not think of each member of the army differently, it would not be fair. But, again, she was strong. He did not have to have special privileges set up for her.
Finally, the tactician came to a stop.
He turned to the onyx creature settled in front of him. "Will you let me marry her?" He asked, expecting to be roasted by fire. Or eaten. Or batted away by its tail. Or a hundred other ways to die.
The wyvern snorted, the hot air rushing over Robin in a wave. Then, much to his surprise and the hidden spectator's, it licked him. Robin stood, dumbfounded. Minerva had a look in her eyes. A look that Robin scarcely recognized. One of approval and danger. It was as if Minerva was warning the tactician.
"T-thank you..." Robin trailed off.
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"-And that's how your father asked a wyvern for permission to marry his wife." Chrom finished the story, much to an amused Gerome and giggling Morgan.
"To be fair, they were like sisters. And I didn't want to be killed by Minerva!" Robin spoke up, embarrassed by the story.
"Peace, husband." Cherche patted Robin's shoulder. "I wouldn't let her kill you."
Robin sighed in mock relief.
"Maybe maul you a little." She giggled.