1. Holding Hands
Kris was extremely nervous.
She had never done this before. All the training of her life couldn't have prepared her for her position as tactical forecaster, sitting at a war council and watching various people of power, captains, generals argue back and forth. Why was she even here? Nobody would pay attention to someone as insignificant as her. Not that she minded. She abhorred publicity.
All she did was alert her Liege of the exact location of various enemy recruitments...
Okay, maybe that was a bit impressive, but sitting here, in front of all of these other men (and Caeda) made her feel extremely insignificant, immature, tiny-
A hand reached out and grabbed her right hand, squeezing it. Kris looked over and saw Marth's apologetic expression. She remembered how he had requested for her to sit at his left side, which she, of course, concurred to. "I like the thought that there's always someone as dependable as you to defend my weak side," he had said once, some time ago before this.
Right. His non-dominate hand was his left one.
"I believe you have something to say," he said, stating the phrase as a fact, not a question. He had confidence in her. He trusted her to know what she was doing.
She skimmed over the plans, then looked at the map, and began to sing.
A/N: Hehe... dumping the OTP meme for Marth/Kris here. By the way, will it be fine if I mention that pairing as Krismar? I found this really great artwork of an Awakening-style confession with Kris that made me go straight into fangirl feels for a whole day and night. I swear, it had me dropping a hoard of f-bombs enough to blow up the world twice...
Also, since when was Anri "foxy grandpa"? *stares at a certain Kris RP/ask account on Tumblr*