Title: My Little Princess
Pairing: Hector x Lyndis
Word Count: 1086
Timeline: A few months after the end of the game.
Summary: Hector shows off his more suave side as Lyndis has doubts about her style. But knowing Hector, his smooth-streak doesn't last for long. XD
Spoilers: The Hector x Lyndis support ending. A bit (a teeny weenie bit) of the Eliwood x Lyndis support convo too.
Dedication: Celeste1 since her Bleach drabbles made me want to write a collection of my own.
Disclaimer: Fire Emblem is the property of Nintendo and Intelligent Systems, and I am not making any money out of this. Honest.
A/N: OK, a monster author's note since this is the first one-shot and I need to state some things.

First thanks for taking the time to read this! I really appreciate it though this is the first time I've written one-shots. Actually I'm used to writing long chaptered fics but this time I'll try to keep it around 1000-1500 words, give or take. I'd really appreciate reviews/constructive criticisms as well! No flames please.

Secondly it is highly advised that you finish playing the game (preferably both Eliwood and Hector's campaigns) but you don't have to. Just be warned that various incidents of the game will be revealed.

Thirdly, I haven't seen all the support conversations but I have read mostly complete scripts about them. If I get something wrong, feel free to tell me in a review or email. Suggestions for possible themes for future chapters would also be appreciated.

Lastly if you don't like a certain pairing, just skip that one-shot. They're going to be the possible canon pairings (the ones with special support conversation endings) but I may try crack pairings as well. For now I'm sticking to het. couples but may delve into yaoi or yuri (highly unlikely as that is) later on.

OK, the absolute last one! All one-shots are unrelated to each other unless stated otherwise.

Enjoy. )

Hector waited impatiently in his favourite armchair, his right hand unconsciously drumming a steady beat against his thigh. His steward had already come into his private parlor twice to nervously remind the new Marquess of Ostia that his guests were most eager to meet his acquaintance.

'Bah,' Hector thought crossly. This latest batch of dignitaries and visiting nobles were all the same as the ones he'd already met; the only thing they were eager to do was to gain favours or political influence. They could wait forever for all the young marquess cared.

However he knew that he couldn't do that, as much as he wanted to. Taking up his older brother's (may his soul rest in peace) titles meant he had a role to fulfill. And though he'd run from responsibility when he was younger, he wasn't one to do so now.

Rising from his seat he quickly left the room and traversed the hallway of his personal wing.

The real reason he was running late for this meeting cum dinner was Lyn. For a Sacaen raised woman she was sure taking her time getting ready.

Stopping at the door that led to their bedroom he knocked loudly.

"Lyn, are you done yet? Our guests are getting impatient, and frankly, so am I!"

He waited for the scathing remark his wife had in store for him, but oddly enough he was only met with silence. Furrowing his eyebrows he opened the door and peeked in. Empty.

Stepping into their room he closed the door behind him and looked around. On their bed was the Sacaen style robe his wife wore today, as well as her leather boots and gloves. To the left of the bed was the weapons rack that held her Mani Katti and his Wolf Beil.

His eyes lingered on his favourite axe, temptation rising once more in his chest. If only he could take his weapon to dinner …

Hector's thoughts were interrupted by an impatient shout. Recognizing the voice, he strode over to the bathroom adjoining the bedroom.

"Lyn, are you in there?" he asked at the locked door.

There was a paused and then a sound he took as affirmation.

"Well are you ready yet? I skipped lunch because of that blasted conference and I'm starving! Hurry it up, woman!"

The usually quick-tempered woman gave a mumbled reply.

"What?"

"I said I'm not going!" the lady Lyndis shouted.

"Why not! You aren't leaving me alone with those wolves in sheep's clothing, are you?" Hector exclaimed. "What's the matter? Are you afraid of them?"

Though her lady mother had lived with her father's nomadic tribe, Lyndis had not been taught the intricate (and in Hector's opinion pretentious) ways of high society etiquette. That fact had started to irk her when she had begun living in Caelin with her grandfather. She'd even asked Eliwood, of all people, to teach her how to be more lady-like.

Finally after she had married Hector she'd taken months of tutoring from Madame Galli on how to behave like a "proper" wife of Lycia's ruling marquess. But though she knew how to act like a lady, at heart she was still the courageous swordswoman of the plains, the wild-hearted warrior he had fallen in love with more than a year ago.

"No!" she said vehemently. "I'm not afraid of them!"

"Then what's the hold up?" Hector asked in exasperation. Patience was never his strong suit.

"Promise you won't laugh?" she asked in a more timid tone.

"I promise," he said, his curiosity peaked.

For a response the bathroom door opened and Lyndis walked out. He was met with the sight of his wife in a voluminous dress made of expensive red and crème coloured cloth. Her teal tresses had forgone their usual high ponytail and were captured by a gold clasp into a sophisticated bun. Gold earrings dangled from her lobes while a diamond-encrusted necklace graced her throat.

Lyndis wouldn't meet his eyes; instead she stared at her silk slippered feet. She chewed at her lower lip in worry as she waited for her husband's reaction.

When she got none she muttered, "go ahead and laugh if you want to."

Hector obliged her and broke out into a fit of laughter.

"Hector!" she all but screeched, her face going red. "You promised you wouldn't!"

"Well you said I could if I wanted to!" he managed to wheeze out, his own red face clashing horribly with his navy blue and black attire.

She crossed her arms and jerked her body to face the large bay windows instead of her almost hysterical husband.

"Oh, Lyn," Hector said affectionately when he had gotten control of himself. This was the first time he'd seen her in anything but her Sacaen clothing, and he understood she was anxious about how she looked.

Moving to stand in front of her, he kneeled down and wrestled her right hand from her. He brought it to his lips and laid a tender kiss on the back of her hand.

"Silly woman," he said softly and looked up into her watery blue eyes. "You look marvelous! Stunning! Breath takingly beautiful!"

"Your earlier actions do not match your current words," she sniffed angrily.

"I wasn't laughing at you in a dress! I was laughing at your fears of how you look. You know you look fabulous."

"Really?" Lyndis asked suspiciously.

"Really," he said before kissing her hand again. "Actually I wouldn't mind if you wore these kinds of dresses more often."

"But I look like some kind of princess," she wrinkled her nose at the thought. She always prided herself for being self-sufficient. Lyndis did not want to be like those countless ladies who could barely make their own meal, much less raise a sword in battle.

"Yes but you'd be my little princess," he smiled. "So come on, our guests are probably wondering if we'd run away or something. And though it's a tempting idea, we should really go to the dinning hall now."

"All right," Lyndis gave up but did so with a smile. The person whose opinion really mattered had said she looked lovely so she was content. Hastily donning elbow length gloves and her wedding band, she hurriedly joined Hector at the bedroom door.

"You know, Lyn, it wouldn't hurt for you to act more like a little princess too," he couldn't help but add.

For a response she shoved him into the doorframe. Hard.

Hector's right arm throbbed throughout all of dinner.