This is the first in a collection of Priscilla drabbles. All are stand-alone oneshots, not bound by anything other than lots of love for the cute flame-haired healer. :)
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It was late at night, and Priscilla groaned as a tap at her window jerked her out of a sound sleep. She dragged herself out of bed and over to said window.
"Who is it?" she yawned, almost annoyed...and then she saw who it was. And what was in his hand.
"Forgive me, Princess," he said, "I know it's late and I've disturbed your rest, but I couldn't sleep without seeing your beautiful face once more!"
Priscilla rolled her eyes. She most likely wasn't the first woman he'd approached with those words tonight, and wouldn't be the last. And the bouquet of flowers he held in his hand had probably been fuller earlier.
But like always, the fact that he was there at all made her happier than it should have. Sain was impossible to stay upset with for long, and she couldn't remember the last time she'd felt as happy as she did when he was near her. Maybe it was his personality, maybe it was his smile, maybe it was the way he could stay so positive even during the darkest times.
So she let him in, and he immediately fell to his knees before her, holding out the bouquet. She blinked.
"Sain?"
"Princess...this is hard for me to admit, as you're aware of my reputation," he said. "But I believe I've fallen for you. As beautiful as the other ladies of this army are, you are the first one to affect me in a way that I never thought possible!"
Was she dreaming? Was this the same Sain who flirted with one woman two seconds after another turned him away? Priscilla gave her shoulder a pinch and blinked twice. No, this definitely wasn't a dream.
"Sain..." She blushed furiously. "Is this true? How do I know you haven't said this to a dozen other girls before me?"
"You must believe me, Princess! And to prove my sincerity, tomorrow I'll announce our love to the entire army!" he said. "That is...if you'll have me. If not, I apologize for having wasted your time."
Priscilla knew it was probably in her best interests to turn him down. The other girls had warned her about him, and for good reason. How did she know he was serious? What if he ended up having second thoughts?
But her heart told her that even if it was a risk to accept him, it was a risk worth taking.
She smiled, took the flowers and gently pulled him up from his place on the floor.
"Yes. I will have you."
He joyfully pulled her into his arms, kissing her.