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Gaius' wife is finally revealed. Da da Dum!

Ch. 3: Hair Troubles

As much as Robin loved Morgan there was a part of her-deep down inside- that wished she never meet him. It was an ugly part of herself that she desperately tried to ignore-deny-but it kept creeping up on her whenever she was alone. She felt so horrible for feeling that way. She dared not tell a soul about it; instead she decided to suffer in silence that was what she was good at.

The feeling only existed because he made her realize another horrible feeling-loneliness. Morgan's presence alerted her to everyone that was paired up, which was almost everyone that participated in the Plegia war; in fact, she was the only woman that participated in that war that didn't have a partner. And every day she went without finding her son's father only reminded her more of how alone she was. It didn't help that Morgan started to spend more and more time away from her and spent it with his friends, Owain and Yarne. She knew that she shouldn't be jealous-that it was beyond stupid- because those two really need a friend like Morgan. But she couldn't help herself.

Sighing, Robin looked over the pictures of wyvern she found; she couldn't believe they were all females. She was many things and wyvern match maker was her latest job and based off her last performance she was terrible at it. It was a job she found fascinating but during a war she had no time for it. Cherche wouldn't let the tactician quit for the sake of her dear Minerva's future. Because of all the rumors of Robin and Gaius floating around she felt compelled to help even though Cherche wasn't angry and held nothing against her.

Rubbing her eyes she placed the pictures on top of a crate, in the corner of her tent, her eyes were starting to hurt because of the constant staring at them. She was going to being dreaming of wyverns that night and possibly the next few nights. Being compelled didn't mean anything when she really had no idea what the wyvern rider wanted. It was already proving to be quite difficult to differentiate between a male and female wyvern and she had no idea what made them attractive (or even cute for that matter). The hints she received meant very little to someone with no experience with those creatures. And rich. Did Cherche really want her to find a wyvern that had money? Where in the world was she going to find that?

Sighing again, she pushes the papers aside to take a small break. Leaning back she stretches and stumbled upon Ricken with a pair of scissors in her tent. In alarm she was on her feet an Arcthunder tome in hand. He threw his hands up in the air with a firm grip on the scissors and offered a smile.

"Calm down," he said but her eyes narrowed on him, "I mean no harm." She rolled her eyes and he chuckled awkwardly. "It's for Tharja. You understand, right?"

No, she didn't. How was she supposed too? Was doing something for a lover the same as doing one for a friend? Did it make you feel the same? She doubted it, after all lovers were much more inclined to do something for their partner instead of a friend.

He smiled brightly and her expression never changed. Frowning he pulled out an Elwind tome from his cloak. "You leave me no choice then." Flinging his arm towards the sky a small tornado formed inside the cluttered tent.

All her papers and other important belongs began to fly around and she was helpless to stop them. One of the very nice portraits of a wyvern flew smacked into her face. Before she could react she heard the dreaded sound-snip. In a flash the picture was ripped from her face and crushed in her tight grip. He was out of the tent before anything could happen.

"Ricken!" she screeched as she blotted out of her tent.

Her eyes landed on her target as he fled a lock of her beautiful, white hair in his hands. The tome, in her procession, came to life and opened on the desired page. Her fingers stretched out and pointed to her target. The light, tingly sensation danced on the tips of her fingers itching to be released. Eyes narrowing, fingers electrified, she took a deep breath ready to fire but stopped when she came to her senses. No matter how angry he made her, it was not good to destroy a valued unit during a war. He was lucky.

A strong breeze blew throughout the camp and the young mage's hat was at its mercy. His orange hair was exposed to all. She watched as he quickly grabbed his hat in fear of the tactician's wrath. With the hat secured his hair was yet again hidden.

Sighing, Robin started to pick up the papers that managed to escape her tent. She had realized Ricken's hair color a while ago but she had the mental capacity to not shout it to everyone (lesson was learned). Ever since then she had done her best to spend as little time with the young man as much as possible.

One might think that marriage would calm a crazy stalker but Tharja was different. For the safety of both Ricken and herself she decided to keep some distance in order to prevent rumors. Who knows how the Plegian dark mage would react and what she would do? She shuddered at the thought.

"What matter of new hexes will be placed on me now?" she asked herself as she picked up the last paper.

"Mother?" The sudden new voice startled poor Robing causing her to drop all the papers. That was twice in one day that someone was able to sneak up on her and she wasn't pleased about it. She counted her blessings that she wasn't in a battle right then. Grumbling, she turned to face Morgan and a smile plastered itself on her face. It was hard to stay mad when he was around, even if he had yet to do anything. "What are you doing?"

Sighing for who knows how many times that day, she went back to picking up the papers again. Through the gaps in her tent's flap she was able to see the mess inside. She wasn't looking forward to cleaning it. Ricken would pay; she would make sure of it.

"Mother?" Morgan called again as he started to help her. Maneuvering around so that he could see his beloved mother's face he noticed the uneven cut. Grabbing it he brought it to her attention. "Mother, what happened?"

Gasping, she grabbed the short hair. Shock was frozen on her face as she stared at the terrible cut. Why did he have to cut it where it would be so noticeable? Oh, revenge would be sweet. So sweet.

As a plan formulated in her mind an evil grin spread across her face. When eyes locked he stopped what he was doing; it was finally his turned to be trapped in her gaze. "Morgan, I could use your help with something."

Okay, I give up on having these chapters long.

So, it has been pointed out to me that Walhart would produce an orange haired Morgan but I do not know if that's true. Regardless he's not even an option. I would really like to see how everyone in the Shepherds would react if the Avatar married him or Gangrel.

By the way, Walhart's confession scene is the scariest thing ever. 0.0

As usually I'm shamelessly asking ideas in the forms of reviews. Please help me out!