Tharja stepped out of her tent noiselessly. She crept across the camp in the shadows, while everyone slept.
It was thrilling. She had been doing it so much, sneaking around unnoticed was now a game to her.
She hid behind a wagon when she saw that Frederick was still up, patrolling. That man was crazy. He never seemed to let his guard down. She had to be extra careful to stay out of sight when crossing his path.
But that only made the game all the more fun.
Once she reached her desired destination, Tharja couldn't help but grin greedily. She loved this time of night. When it was just her and him. Alone.
She slipped into his tent silently.
There he was. In a lump of covers, lay her soulmate.
Robin.
Knowing that he had no idea she was here, excited her all the more.
She approached the sleeping body. Then she sat in her usual spot, slightly hidden from sight. Just in case.
His peaceful face was perfect. She could stare at him for hours. Feasting her eyes on his beauty, she watched him breathe in and out.
His breathing, which was usually calm and soothing, seemed to be different this time.
Was he having a nightmare? As an answer, he wimpered something and rolled on his side.
She held back a squeal. He was absolutely adorable. The poor thing. So helpless. She could just reach over and touch him if she wished.
And she wanted to, but she had vowed to keep her hands off until she had his permission. Besides there would be plent of time for that when they were married. She just had to wait for him to notice her and fall in love with her, and so on and so on.
But she knew it would happen eventually. They had a connection. She sensed it the moment she laid eyes on him. He was hers and she was his. It was just how it was going to be.
But now he was getting rather restless. Tossing about and working up quite a sweat. This must have been a pretty bad nightmare.
She was enjoying the sight a lot, but she was worried he would wake up. Well, worried wasn't really the word. More like nervous.
She just wasn't sure she was ready.
So she decided to put together a spell. A dream bending spell. She would simply change his nightmare to a dream of her choice.
She thought of a good one. Involving herself, of course.
Leaning over him, she whispered the words to the spell in his ear.
Then, after sneaking out, she grinning wickedly, knowing he would wake up thinking of her alone.
(Little did Tharja know that his nightmares were already about her, the creepy stalker that terrified him.)
A/N: Sorry this was stupid. I just really wanted to write a Tharja One-Shot because she's so funny! I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading! Bye!