Day #1 – Holding Hands
It probably shouldn't have surprised Robin that Cynthia could be so open about her affections. She was always like that, with everything – her emotions, inspirations, everything was open to the world for everyone to see. It was one of the things he loved about her – she was an open book, simple and relaxing, nothing complicated to worry about.
That didn't mean he had to enjoy his arm almost getting ripped from his socket whenever she dragged him around town, however. The princess stepped all around the festival, oo-ing and aah-ing over the smallest things, her boyfriend's hand held tight in hers to make sure they didn't get separated.
"Cynthia, please slow down…" Robin panted. Cynthia glanced over her shoulder and grinned, before sticking her tongue out at him.
"No, thanks! C'mon, we've got so much more to see first!"
Robin let out a melodramatic groan as he was hoisted off yet again, this time to gods-alone-knew where, an excited squeal the only warning anyone had of their incoming appearance. Still, though, whenever he got a moment to breathe he relaxed and squeezed her hand, bringing a slight blush to the princess' face.
Some sacrifices, no matter how exhausting, would always be completely worth it.