Theme 3: Making History
Lissa slowly opened the tent flap and peered inside. In the soft orange glow of the candlelight, she could make out the figure of her husband, reading a tome at his tactician's desk. She walked inside slowly, as not to surprise him.
"Hello, honey. What brings you here?" Robin asked, not even moving from his seat.
Lissa jumped. "Gah! How did you-? How did you know I was in here?"
Robin stood from his chair and took his wife's hands in his. "Lissa, a tactician must be alert at all times if he wants to keep his job." He smiled. "I'm surprised that you haven't caught on yet."
Lissa rubbed the back of her neck, blushing. "I guess I overlooked my own skills of surprise…" She drew Robin into a obsessively tight hug.
Robin eagerly returned Lissa's embrace, but something seemed off. She wasn't her normal, cheery self. "You seemed troubled, honey. What's the matter?"
Lissa withdrew and sat on the small cot that the two shared. She sighed deeply. "Robin? Do you suppose that, once this war is over, we are just going to return to our old lives? Are we just going to pretend that this war never happened?" She looked to her husband, a tinge of sadness in her voice.
Robin sat back down in his desk chair, placing his chin in his hand. "Hmm… That would depend on the person, I suppose. Why are you asking me this, honey?"
Lissa flopped backwards onto the cot. "Oh, I dunno… There's been a lot on my mind lately, and I don't have anyone to vent it to."
"Well, if you have any other questions, feel free to ask awa-"
Lissa cut the tactician off quickly, sitting back up on the bed. "Robin, do you think that we are going to make history?"
Robin was slightly taken aback by his wife's question. He thought for a moment. "Yes, I suppose that we will. I mean, I hate to say it, but wars are usually recorded in history books… Me being a tactician, and you being the Princess of Ylisse."
Lissa looked towards the ground, biting her lower lip and kicking her legs off the cot idly. Robin noticed her depression, and left his chair to sit next to her. He put his arm around her, drawing the princess close to him. She looked up with longing eyes, her gloominess evaporating quickly. Robin leaned over, cupping Lissa's cheek with his free hand, and passionately kissed her.
She threw her arms around him and tightly hugged him, even tighter than she had moments prior. "Y'know, Robin?"
"Mm?" He smirked back.
"I wouldn't mind being in history books. But only if I had my picture right next to yours." She rested her cheek on his chest, her hands gripping the fabric of his coat. The pair fell back onto the softness of the cot, a warm grin etched on both their faces.
He sighed contently. "Who's to say we won't be in the same picture? We are husband and wife, after all."
"Even better." Lissa giggled, looking back into Robin's brown eyes. The two seemed to stay in each other's arms for what seemed like an eternity, before they finally fell asleep for the night. And as the lone candle atop the tactician's desk finally extinguished, the couple couldn't be more happy.