Ones Liege

These stories were originally intended to be longer, but I suffered a huge amount of burn-out, and am trying to wade through the fourth chapter of "To Love a Lord" as we speak. So here are three proper drabbles, one-hundred words each. Names are not directly mentioned, but each pairing involves a different lord, and all come from actual support convos, so they shouldn't be too hard to figure out.

To Hate Ones Liege

Milord, I hate you. I cannot stand that smug look on your face whenever you defeat yet another enemy, and you have no need of my help afterwards. You take no wounds, and you take equal notice of the girls around you- especially me.

I would ask if I am not beautiful enough, but there would be no point in that, would there? I would ask if it is because I am too delicate, like a newly-opened rose, but you have not noticed Lyndis, either, and she is as rough as they come.

With all my heart, I hate you.

To Fear Ones Liege

Milord, there are times when you scare me. I cannot put my finger on why that it, but I think it began when you told me that if I became a sacrifice to my country, that no one would be happy. I suppose that includes you, milord.

But the reason that I fear you is that every time I see you smile, every time you stop to encourage the troops, any time that I see you do anything, I want you to love me as I love you.

I would do anything, anything, for that, milord... And it scares me.

To Love Ones Liege

Milady, I completely, with all of my heart and soul, love you.

The way that you walk. The way that your sword flashes, blade skimming along as you dance along the ground. Your independence. Your courage. Everything about you, every perfection, every flaw. I love them all.

You ask if I would still be here by your side, were you not who you are. The answer? Yes. Were you the lowliest serf in all of Elibe, I would protect you with my life, in hopes of gaining your love.

Have I gained it, milady? You have most certainly gained mine.