Robin, in search for a place she can call home. Series of prompts.
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#i. choice
The ring is beautiful. He does not give her the one with the Ylisse royal family's crest—no, the one he offers is much simpler. A plain gold ring that she nevertheless finds beautiful.
"Marry me."
Hearing these words makes her nervous. He is her best friend, her most trust companion and he has just proposed to her. He is Chrom, he is the Exalt.
"I—"
Her throat feels dry and she shallows, unable to speak. She's not surprised by his proposal; in fact, she has expected this when he had asked her to come to Ylissetol and yet she cannot answer him. It's just too sudden; she has to think about it, about the consequences, for Ylisse's sake, for his sake and for her sake as well. She has to think about everything but everything is just too much.
Her heart is beating fast. His blue, expectant eyes are piercing her and she knows she has to give him an answer now. Patience has never been his forte, after all.
"Just follow your heart." Chrom said softly, stroking her hand—the one that used to have Grima's mark.
Though it should have felt sweet, gentle, his touch is burning her. It's not hurting her—war had hardened her body but still, it's not a pleasant feeling. And it makes her wonder what answer she'd have given him if he had asked her to marry him a few years ago. She supposes she'd have said yes, that she'd have accepted his ring and perhaps, perhaps his touch would have felt gentle.
But he had not proposed to her.
"Chrom…"
Seven years have passed since their first meeting, Emmeryn's death and Gangrel's fall, five years since Grima's fall and four years since Chrom has found her on the same fields she had been lying on the first time—the world is at peace, now.
They're not young anymore, either. No, they have grown up to become responsible people; Chrom is now the Exalt and he has so, so many duties and she… she's just Robin, a talented tactician who used to be Grima's vessel and is now travelling all around the world.
Differences between him and her are great. It had been before and it still is. She knows that Chrom does not give a damn about their differences and so does she. The issue, however, is what he truly feels. Because she knows.
She likes Chrom, truly. She knows he also likes her—they share a bond that can never be severed.
She takes a deep breath, feeling her heartbeat going slower. Chrom tightens the hold he has on her hand, he knows he'll hear her answer.
"No."
It feels right, she knows she made the right choice.