The next evening, Ingrid stood in line at the dining hall with Sylvain, anxiously waiting to find out what that evening's dinner special was. As Ingrid waited for the line to move, her eyes slowly scanned the room until they settled on Dorothea, who was seated at a table eating with Hilda and Petra. Sylvain quickly noticed exactly where Ingrid's gaze was fixed as well as the dreamy look in her deep green eyes.
"You only ever have that look in your eyes when it comes to food." Sylvain laughed. "I can't believe you're actually in love with a person for once."
"I'm not in love with her." Ingrid said, matter-of-factly. "I don't know her well enough for that. I just...like her...a lot."
"Well, did you ask her out yet or what?" Sylvain asked.
"No...I haven't been able to find the courage to do it. Every time I'm with her and think about trying to ask her on a date, I completely lose my nerve." Ingrid said as she picked up a plate full of food. "I'd really like to invite her to the ball, but I don't know if I can...what if she says no? I'd be too humiliated to ever face her again. I have to see her almost every day in class. It would be awkward."
"You want me to talk to her for you?"
"No." Ingrid shook her head. "She'd probably think I was a coward if I sent someone else to ask for me..."
"You really need to stop overthinking this." Sylvain also picked up his plate and he and Ingrid began walking toward the seating area of the dining hall. "You're only freaking yourself out. Just talk to her."
"How? I can't even think about her without getting nervous."
Ingrid and Sylvain both sat down at the table where Dimitri and Felix were already eating.
"Stop being such a wimp." Sylvain playfully shoved Ingrid's shoulder. "Just go ask her if she wants to go to the ball with you. If you don't ask, someone else gladly will. You're running out of time."
"Who is the lucky lady you're wanting to invite to the ball, Ingrid?" Dimitri asked.
"Um well...Dorothea, actually."
"Is that right?" Dimitri smiled. "I didn't know you were interested in her."
"Yes. But, I've never asked a girl on a date before, I'm not quite sure how to go about it." Ingrid said shyly.
"What do you mean you don't know how?" Felix said. "You just walk up to her and ask the question. It's not complicated."
"I know it shouldn't be this difficult, but I've been getting so nervous around her lately. I find myself incredibly nervous around most of the girls at the academy. You know I don't have much experience with dating..."
"I don't know why you're so nervous." Sylvain said. "I thought if anything you'd feel more relieved since you finally came out. You were always an obvious closet lesbian since we were kids, it's about time you did something about it-"
"Sylvain." Dimitri said in a scolding tone.
"All I mean is that I'm glad she's finally opening up and being honest with herself." He shrugged.
"Well, Ingrid, I think any young lady that you choose to invite to the ball would be lucky to have you accompany her." Dimitri said, sincerely. "And if you're interested in Dorothea, you should give things a chance and see how they work out. You might be surprised."
"Thank you. I'm just really worried about...um...my...situation. I don't even know how to begin to approach that subject. How do I tell her about it? What should I say?"
"Do you plan on needing your dick to dance with her at a party?" Felix said, sarcastically.
"Of course not." Ingrid spat. "I just don't want to feel like I'm being dishonest with her."
"Although his words lack tactfulness. Felix does make a good point." Dimitri said. "Maybe you shouldn't be so focused on that particular aspect of things. At least not yet. Why put unnecessary stress on yourself? Take things one small step at a time. If things go well between the two of you, I'm sure you'll eventually figure out the right way and time to tell her. It doesn't have to be right away."
"Maybe you're right." Ingrid nodded. "Thank you."
"I don't even know why you're worried. Girls like her aren't exactly picky." Felix said, smugly. "Once she finds out, she'll probably be more than happy to get on her knees and-"
"Don't ever talk about her that way." Ingrid snapped. "Or any other woman for that matter. Do you have any idea how misogynistic, sexist and disrespectful you sound?" Ingrid narrowed her eyes at her friend. She was used to Felix's typical rude, sarcastic comments, but she could feel herself growing angrier, as he had struck a particular nerve with her. "I have half a mind to pull you across this table and beat some sense of respect into you."
"Hm. I'd like to see you try." Felix smirked. "If you put that kind of fire and passion into your training instead of chasing after women, you might stand a chance at becoming a halfway decent knight."
"How dare you question my devotion to my training, His Highness and The Kingdom." Ingrid stood up, her eyes fixed on Felix and her hands clenched in tight fists at her sides.
"Easy, Killer." Sylvain stood up and placed his hands on Ingrid's shoulders. "You know he's only trying to annoy you because he can." He guided Ingrid back down into a seated position. "Sit down and eat something. You always get extra irritable when you're hungry."
Ingrid picked up her fork and began stuffing her mouth full, while scowling at Felix and grumbling to herself.
"There's no reason that she can't pursue both knighthood and a romantic relationship if she desires so." Dimitri said. "Many knights eventually marry and have children. There's nothing wrong with that. Besides, Ingrid is among the most capable and knightly students at the monastery."
"Yeah." Sylvain nodded in agreement. "If anyone can do both, she can. Sure, training is important, but we don't have to be so serious all the time. It's okay to have a little fun."
On the other side of the dining hall, Dorothea idly pushed her food around on her plate, barely having even touched her meal as she had found herself much too preoccupied with staring across the room at Ingrid and daydreaming. The former songstress sighed happily, leaning her chin on the heel of her hand.
"Dorothea? You are having distraction...you are seeming distracted, I am meaning." Petra said.
"Oh no, I'm fine." Dorothea said.
"I know that look and telltale sigh." Hilda teased. "You have a crush on someone."
Dorothea rolled her eyes.
"You totally do. Don't try to deny it." Hilda chirped. "Who is it? No wait...let me guess." Hilda turned around, her eyes searching in the general direction in which Dorothea had been looking. "Oh! It's gotta be one of Faerghus boys. Is it Felix? He's rude, but he's cute at least."
"It's not Felix." Dorothea shook her head.
"Then it has to be Sylvain, right?"
"Not even close." Dorothea shook her head again.
"So, you have a thing for Dimitri, huh? The future king...nice."
"Nope."
"But, the only other person over there is Ingrid."
"There you go." Dorothea nodded.
"Whoa whoa whoa. Back up a minute. You're horny for Ingrid Galatea?" Hilda said with disbelief.
"H...horny?" Petra asked, confused. "Dorothea is not having horns, like an animal...what is the meaning of this word?"
"Um, it means she really likes Ingrid." Hilda said.
"I see." Petra nodded. "Fódlan is having very strange terms..."
"But, you're kidding, right?" Hilda, looked back over at Dorothea. "Ingrid?"
"What do you mean? She's cute and really sweet and a million times more chivalrous and knightly than most of these arrogant, well-to-do nobles at this academy."
"Well, I don't exactly disagree, I guess. And she's not...unfortunate looking at all." Hilda shrugged. "I'm just surprised..."
"What about? Because she's a girl? That shouldn't surprise you. You know I've dated girls before."
"No. That's not it. She doesn't really seem like your type. She just seems so uptight and strait-laced. Not to mention probably totally clueless about romance. I assumed you'd go for someone more experienced. It'll be a lot of work to break her in. Do you really wanna spend all the time and effort pursuing her? I'm exhausted just thinking about it."
"It might take some time and patience, but with her I think it would be nice and worthwhile. I see so much potential there."
"I'm pretty sure she likes girls and we definitely know that she likes to eat." Hilda said, watching from across the dining hall as Ingrid shoveled bite after bite of food into her mouth. "That could have its benefits if she turns out to be good at eating more than just food." She winked.
"I can't say I haven't entertained that thought on more than one occasion." Dorothea smirked and sunk her teeth into her bottom lip.
"I am having confusion." Petra chimed in, furrowing her eyebrows. "You are wanting Ingrid to be...eating you?"
"Oh, she wants to get eaten all right." Hilda laughed.
"I am not understanding." Petra said. "Is this one of your figures of speaking?"
"Yes." Dorothea nodded. "It means...well, actually it's not important right now."
"I still have curiosity. I will be researching this phrase." Petra said.
"I'll explain it to you later." Hilda laughed again.
"You have my gratitude. The language of Fódlan has many phrases to be learning. It gives me difficulty to be remembering all of them. I must be taking more notes."
"Petra, don't ever listen to anything Hilda says." Dorothea laughed. "Honestly though, I'm actually hoping for a lot more than just sex or casual dating from Ingrid. I'd love for her to court me." She sighed.
"Really?" Hilda asked.
"Of course. I can absolutely picture myself eventually settling down with her someday."
"You're already thinking about marriage?" Hilda furrowed her eyebrows. "Don't you think it's a little soon for that?"
"Not for me. I have to face the facts. I won't be beautiful forever. I need to sink my claws into someone before it's too late-"
"Sink your claws into someone?" Petra asked, again very confused. "I am thinking that is sounding painful...unless...is that another figure of speaking?"
"Yes." Dorothea nodded. "What I mean is that I need to find someone now to marry, while I'm young, before my looks and voice fade away and I have nothing left to offer..."
"Dorothea, I am thinking that you are having many things to be offering besides your beauty." Petra said.
"What a lovely thing to say." Dorothea smiled. "Thank you, Petra."
"I am also thinking Ingrid would be making a good partner for you in the future." Petra said. "And if you are having interest in her, you should be asking for a date."
"She'll be a knight someday. She'll protect you and take care of you. So, if you feel that strongly about her, I say go for it already." Hilda said.
"You don't think I'm trying? I flirt with her every chance I get, but she doesn't seem to respond much to it."
"Maybe you just need to be a bit more up front with her." Hilda said. "She probably doesn't even realize you're flirting."
"I don't really know how much more forward I could possibly be. I've tried everything. Maybe she's just not interested." Dorothea frowned.
"I don't know why she wouldn't be interested. I'm sure she's just oblivious. That seems more likely to me." Hilda said. "I'll help you come up with something. Let's practice. You be Ingrid and I'll be you."
"Hilda..." Dorothea rolled her eyes. "I don't think a role play will help."
"No. Come on. Humor me."
"Okay. Fine."
"Why hello there Ingrid." Hilda said in her flirtiest tone, imitating the former songstress. "Lovely day, isn't it?"
"Hi Dorothea. It's nice to see you." Dorothea rolled her eyes again, playing along.
"I was wondering…how would you feel about having a good meal with me? I understand you have quite the appetite..."
"That sounds great." Dorothea nodded. "Let's head to the dining hall..."
"Actually, I had something else in mind."
"Oh?" Dorothea narrowed her eyes at Hilda. "You'd prefer to go to one of the restaurants in town, I presume?"
"Not exactly. Let's head back to my room instead. Shall we?"
"Your room?" Dorothea questioned.
"Yes...I'll treat you to a much better meal than the dining hall ever could. I would greatly appreciate the opportunity...to sit on your face."
Dorothea then burst out laughing. "I think that might be too bold, even for me. I don't wanna scare her off. I was hoping for a bit of a tamer approach."
"Okay, well...what about the ball? You two could go together. That would be the perfect first date. Tame enough and it would be a big group of all of us, so probably a lot less pressure for her than just the two of you alone the whole time."
"I'm dying for her to invite me to the ball." Dorothea said. "But I don't even know if she's interested in that sort of thing."
"So why don't you ask her to go with you?" Hilda said. "I know you're more used to being the one who gets asked out, but it won't hurt for you to do the asking this one time."
"If you are having nervousness about asking Ingrid for a date, I will be happy to give you help." Petra said. "I can be asking her on behalf of you."
"Oh. Thank you. I appreciate it. But, I would much rather her be the one to ask me."
"What does it matter?" Hilda asked. "You've never had a problem being forward with anyone before. Usually you're ready to pounce at a moment's notice."
"I know. But, I feel differently about Ingrid. I'm really falling for her. This might sound dumb, but if she's the one to approach me first, I'll know that she's actually interested and not accepting an invitation from me just to be nice. She's been really sweet to me lately and I don't want her to feel obligated if she really doesn't want to. She's too nice to turn me down and I certainly don't want to be pitied, you know?"
"I am thinking that she is crushing you." Petra said.
"I think you mean she has a crush on her." Hilda said.
"You have my gratitude." Petra said, looking at Hilda before turning toward Dorothea. "Dorothea, I am thinking Ingrid is having a crush on you. She is always talking about you with much praise."
"You think she has a crush on me?" Dorothea asked excitedly. "Sh-she talks about me?"
Petra nodded. "Whenever we are training together, she is speaking kind words about you."
"Okay. So the feeling seems mutual." Hilda said. "That's a good sign."
"You are both...being horny for each other." Petra said. "Am I saying that phrase correctly? You are liking each other."
"Perfect." Hilda laughed.
"You really need to stop teaching her bad things." Dorothea shook her head, chuckling to herself as she looked across the table at Hilda.
"What? She's not wrong." Hilda laughed again. "Anyway, Ingrid's probably just too shy to ask you out. I think she might need a push. Maybe a little boost in confidence would help. Matchmaker Hilda to the rescue. I'm going to go ask her to come sit with us. If you're really that hung up on this her asking you thing, maybe we can try to guide her in the right direction."
Hilda stood up and sauntered over to the table where Ingrid was seated with Dimitri, Felix and Sylvain.
"Hello there, gentlemen and lady." Hilda said, placing her hands on Ingrid's shoulders. "I was just wondering if I could borrow Ingrid here for a while?"
"M...me? What for?" Ingrid asked.
"Oh. Dorothea, Petra and I just want to talk with you. We almost never share meals together. I thought it might be a nice change of pace. You could use a little female interaction for a change, don't you think?"
Dimitri looked across the table at Ingrid and nodded with a smile, but Ingrid was slightly distracted by Sylvain excitedly elbowing her in the ribs.
"Do you guys mind?" Ingrid asked.
"Do what you want." Felix said indifferently.
"No argument here." Sylvain said, a huge smile plastered across his face.
"Go on. We'll talk later, Ingrid." Dimitri said.
"Okay." Ingrid stood up and followed Hilda across the dining hall to the table where Petra and Dorothea were seated.
Ingrid greeted Petra first and tried to sit down next to her, but Hilda quickly stopped her. "This side is better." Hilda placed her hands around Ingrid's waist and guided her toward Dorothea instead.
"Oh...all right, if you say so." Ingrid nodded, sitting down next to Dorothea. "Hello, Dorothea." Ingrid smiled. "How are you doing this evening?"
"I'm just fine. And yourself?" Dorothea returned the smile.
"I'm doing well, thank you. I can't remember if I told you already or not...if not, I meant to..." Ingrid rambled. "But, you've really done a wonderful job with sky watch duty this week. You've learned very quickly and you're improving. I'm impressed."
"You did tell me that, but I certainly don't mind hearing it again. It means a lot coming from an expert flier like you."
"I wouldn't say expert, exactly." Ingrid said bashfully.
"Oh, don't be so modest." Dorothea gushed. "But, speaking of...we still need to write our report for Professor Byleth. It's due soon."
"Yes. Perhaps we should get together tomorrow to work on it?"
"Come by room tomorrow morning, we'll get started." Dorothea said. "It shouldn't take us long."
"Okay. Enough about boring classwork." Hilda said. "Let's talk about something more fun. You know, Ingrid we were just talking...the ball is coming up soon. Are you planning on attending?"
"Oh. I'm not quite sure yet. Maybe. Annette and Mercedes are insisting that I go."
"You should. I hope you'll consider it. It'll be fun." Dorothea said. "I for one, can't wait. I adore dressing up and going to parties. I haven't had much opportunity since I left the opera company. I miss it."
"I'm sure that sort of thing comes very naturally to someone like you." Ingrid said. "Me on the other hand...I've never really been one for fancy parties and dressing up. It all feels so strange to me."
"Really? I'm surprised that a young noblewoman doesn't have much experience with fashion, dressing up and attending extravagant events." Dorothea said.
"Despite my family's noble status, we were never exceptionally wealthy. When I was growing up, we didn't often have the financial resources to spare on things that weren't necessary. But, I never minded. Those kinds of things didn't really appeal much to me anyway."
"You are not having interest in the ball then?" Petra asked.
"Honestly, I am finding myself interested in the experience...Sylvain has volunteered to represent our house in the dance competition. I would like to see that." Ingrid laughed. "I don't have a date, though. I heard most everyone is pairing up..."
"That's not a big deal." Hilda said. "You know Dorothea doesn't have a date yet either."
"Really?" Ingrid was extremely surprised, but also delighted to find out that she at least still had a chance. "I thought for certain you would. I'm sure you must have been asked many times by now..."
"Oh she's been asked by dozens of people, but she's turned down every single one of them." Hilda said.
"You're not interested in anyone?" Ingrid asked.
"I've just been waiting for the right person to ask me." Dorothea said. "I'd like to share the evening with someone special."
"I can understand." Ingrid nodded. "That would be nice."
"What about you? I'm sure you wouldn't have any trouble getting a date." Dorothea said.
"Yeah." Hilda agreed. "There are tons of girls here to choose from. You are into girls, right? Or do you like boys too?"
"Hilda." Dorothea chided her friend for being so blunt.
"What? I'm just asking a simple question."
"It's okay. It's not a secret." Ingrid said. "Yes. I'm interested in girls. Only girls. But, I'm awfully shy when it comes to dating and everything."
"You know what I think?" Hilda asked.
"What's that?" Ingrid asked, curiously.
"I think what you really need is an experienced and refined woman on your arm for this event." Hilda said. "A lady with a sophisticated aura about her. A beautiful woman brimming with life and charm. Wouldn't you agree?"
Ingrid nodded. "I would be very fortunate to have a woman like that accompany me and I'm sure I would feel much more at ease with someone who knows the proper etiquette and what to expect of these kinds of events."
"Have any women like that caught your attention?" Hilda asked.
"Um, well I must say, there is one in particular that comes to mind..." Ingrid blushed a little. "But, I always get so nervous around her. I haven't yet been able to work up enough courage to invite her on a date."
"No? I can't believe that a big, brave, knight like you is too afraid to ask a girl on a little date." Hilda said, playfully. "How is that possible?"
"The kind of bravery and courage required to attain knighthood is quite a bit different-"
"Okay. That may be true." Hilda shrugged. "But, I don't think you have anything to be nervous about. Right, Dorothea?"
"Yes. I'm sure any girl would jump at the chance to go to the ball with you." Dorothea added.
"Really?" Ingrid asked.
"Absolutely. I bet you'd make a wonderful date." Dorothea smiled, her eyes meeting Ingrid's. "You're charming, kind, chivalrous and handsome. All highly preferred qualities in a partner."
"Um...ha...handsome? Me?" Ingrid blushed deeply. "You really think so?"
"Of course. Unless you'd prefer a different adjective..."
"N...no. It's just that no one has ever called me that before. It's kind of nice."
"Well, they should. Personally, I've always thought you were quite handsome." Dorothea said, matter-of-factly. "Any girl would be lucky to go out with you." Dorothea placed her hand on top of Ingrid's.
Hilda noticed Dorothea and Ingrid's eyes now locked intensely on each other.
"You know what? I'd love to continue this conversation, but I completely forgot that I have to finish writing a letter to my big brother." Hilda said. "Holst gets awfully angry when I don't write back in a timely manner. We'll just leave the two of you to talk. Completely Alone." Hilda stood up from the table. "Come on, Petra. You can help me."
"You are requesting my assistance in letter writing?" Petra asked.
"Yes. You're good with writing. Let's go."
"But, I have not finished with my meal yet."
"Bring it with you, Petra. Just bring it with you." Hilda urged. "Oh and Ingrid, you'll be a dear and see Dorothea back to her room, won't you?"
"Yes. Of course." Ingrid nodded.
"Great. You're a sweetheart. See ya."
Ingrid furrowed her eyebrows as she watched Hilda practically dash out of the dining hall, dragging Petra along with her.
"That was...odd." Ingrid said. "Is she okay?"
"That's just Hilda being Hilda." Dorothea chuckled. "So, are you still hungry at all? You're more than welcome to finish my plate, if you'd like."
"You're not eating? Are you feeling sick? I could escort you to the infirmary if you need. Or if you don't like the meal, I would be happy to fetch you something else to eat."
"Oh no. That's sweet of you, but it's nothing like that. I'm just full. I've had more than enough already. I couldn't eat another bite."
"Well, as long as you're not going to eat it...I wouldn't want it to go to waste."
"Good." Dorothea slid the plate over in front of Ingrid. "A healthy appetite and proper nourishment are important for a young knight in training. You need to keep your strength and stamina up."
"Yes." Ingrid nodded. "And I really don't know why everyone complains about the dining hall food. I like it." She shrugged. "This is great. Much better than a lot of the meals I've eaten back home in Faerghus."
"Most of the dining hall food isn't bad, but you know the chefs are planning a much more exciting menu for the night of the ball."
"They are? Better than what they normally serve?"
"Oh my, yes. There will be lots of fancy, extravagant food and drink. Delicacies from all over Fódlan. And I'm sure with a healthy appetite like yours, you'd be able to try some of everything."
"That certainly does sound tempting."
"So you'll consider attending then?"
"I think I will, yes." Ingrid nodded.
That evening Dorothea and Ingrid leisurely walked through the monastery grounds together after dinner, taking the longest route possible back to Dorothea's room.
"It's such a nice night." Dorothea said, deeply inhaling the cool, fresh evening air.
"Yes." Ingrid agreed. "The weather is lovely."
"You know, I really have to tell you, I always feel so comfortable when we're together." Dorothea said, wrapping her hands around Ingrid's upper arm.
"You do?" Ingrid asked. "I mean I'm glad that you do."
"Mmhm. You're always so attentive and easy to talk to. I feel like I can let my guard down and I like that. It's not easy to let myself be vulnerable with someone."
"I'm happy you feel that way...not vulnerable, but happy that you feel comfortable enough with me...um...to express that."
When they eventually reached Dorothea's room, Dorothea opened the door and turned around to face Ingrid.
"So...here we are..." Dorothea said.
"Yes...uh...may I come in for a moment?" Ingrid asked. "I'd like to speak with you about something before I take my leave, if that's all right..."
"Of course."
Ingrid followed Dorothea into the room and closed the door behind them.
"There's something I'd like to ask you, but I wanted to wait to do so privately." Ingrid said.
"What's on your mind?" Dorothea could feel her heart fluttering in her chest, hoping that Ingrid had finally gained enough confidence to invite her to the ball.
"I was um, thinking...since we've been talking about the ball and everything this evening...uh...I was wondering if...maybe...you'd like to..."
"Yes?" Dorothea smiled softly.
"I was wondering if you would possibly consider...accompanying me?" Ingrid swallowed audibly and forced herself to look into the brunette's eyes.
"Ingrid." Dorothea stared into the blonde's green eyes. "I would-"
"We could always go strictly as friends." Ingrid panicked and looked away, thinking that Dorothea might decline. "It doesn't have to be a formal date or anything of the sort. I know you said you wanted to share the evening with someone special. I'm sure you meant romantically, but I completely understand if you don't have those kind of feelings for me...I just thought I'd ask...you know what...just forget I said anything. I apologize for having bothered you with this-I'll see myself out-"
"Sshh." Ingrid's rambling was silenced by Dorothea's index finger being placed over her lips. "Don't you dare leave. At least not before I can accept your invitation. Ingrid, I would love to go on a date with you. Especially to the ball."
"You would? Are you sure?" Ingrid said, excitedly.
"Of course. I've waited a long time for you to ask me out. I'm not about to turn down the opportunity now."
"You mean you actually do have feelings for me?" Ingrid said, her heart skipping a beat in her chest.
Ingrid grinned wildly, her heart soaring, she almost expected it to burst out of her chest and flutter away on wings as big as a pegasus'.
"Goodness. My dear, Ingrid. Haven't I made that painfully clear already?" Dorothea chuckled. "I've constantly been flirting with you. Lately, I thought I'd even been coming on stronger than usual too."
"Well, I'm not really the best at recognizing when girls are flirting."
"No kidding?" Dorothea snorted.
"I always assumed anytime you did seem to flirt with me, it was probably only because you were bored and I happened to be around. I know you've often voiced your dislike for the nobility so I assumed my being of noble birth made my chance of ever getting a date with you practically nonexistent."
"I didn't mean to give you the wrong impression. I'm sorry." Dorothea said, sympathetically. "I've never been particularly fond of the nobility, that's true, but I know not all nobles are one in the same. My past experiences have just been incredibly difficult to shake."
"I understand." Ingrid nodded. "I know you've witnessed the worst in the nobility..."
"Yes." Dorothea agreed. "Growing up an orphan on the streets of the capital, nobles used to spit on me, some would kick me...others couldn't have even been bothered to so much as look at a worthless street urchin."
Ingrid's chest tightened. It truly hurt her heart to know how poorly Dorothea had been treated in the past. She couldn't help but wonder how anyone could have been so cruel to a mere child. Since meeting Dorothea, Ingrid's life had been put into perspective. She had never been an overly entitled noble child, but learning of Dorothea's past had certainly made Ingrid much more appreciative of the life she had. Growing up in Faerghus in one of the lesser wealthy noble houses, Ingrid certainly never lived a life of luxury, but she still couldn't even begin to imagine what Dorothea's childhood must have been like. Not knowing where your next meal would come from, never having a safe, warm bed to sleep in at night, being left completely alone and terrified, forced to fend for yourself, unable to do anything except rely on the occasional kindness of a passing stranger willing to spare a few gold coins.
"Dorothea. I'm so sorry that the nobles in Enbarr horribly mistreated you. They should be ashamed of their behavior. I feel terrible that you had to go through all of that. You didn't deserve any of it."
"It's not your fault, but you care enough to apologize on behalf of the nobility anyway." Dorothea smiled, she reached down and took Ingrid by the hand. "That's one of the many things I like about you. You're empathetic. You always take the time to listen to me and understand. You're never arrogant or entitled."
"I can't blame you for being angry. Ever since first learning of your circumstances, I always hoped that I'd somehow be able to change your mind. I know that's probably silly, though. How could one person ever erase all of the pain you've suffered through?"
"It's not silly at all. You have changed my mind." Dorothea stared into Ingrid's eyes. "You're one of the good ones. You're a sweet, kind and gentle noblewoman. You've always treated me with respect and you've given me hope that there are more people like you out there." Dorothea wrapped her arms around Ingrid and hugged her. "Thank you for that."
"If there's anything you need, I'll do whatever I can." Ingrid said, returning the embrace.
"I'm so glad you asked me to the ball tonight." Dorothea said, letting go of Ingrid. "I can't wait. I'm really excited."
"I'm greatly looking forward to it." Ingrid said. "Well, um I should probably head back to my room. I have some studying to do before bed. I'll see tomorrow?"
"You can count on it." Dorothea nodded.
"Maybe I could...walk you to class in the morning...if you want?"
"I would love that." Dorothea smiled.
"Goodnight." Ingrid returned the smile. "I'll see you in the morning."
"Goodnight, Ingrid."
Once Ingrid had exited the room, Dorothea flopped down onto her bed and sighed happily. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared up at the ceiling, smiling to herself.
A few days later.
"Mercedes. I'm glad I found you." Ingrid said. "I desperately need your help with something."
"Ingrid. Did you get injured during today's training?" Mercedes asked, concerned. "I'll heal you right up. You'll be good as new in no time at all."
"Oh no. It's not that. You see, I've asked Dorothea to be my date to the ball and fortunately she's accepted my invitation."
"How wonderful for you." Mercedes said, happily. "You must be excited."
"Yes, I am." Ingrid nodded. "But, I'm also incredibly nervous. I don't have much experience with dressing up or dancing. That's why I'm asking for your assistance. I was hoping you'd be able to help me with an outfit possibly and teach me the basics of dancing. Dorothea is really looking forward to the ball and that last thing I want is to make a complete fool out of myself."
"I'd love to help."
"Great. Thank you so much. She's not aware of...my condition. I'm hoping to find an outfit that won't make it obvious to her. We'll likely be awfully close together when we're dancing..."
"Let's go into town. I'm sure one of the shops will have something that will work for you. I can even make some alterations, if necessary."
"Okay. Sure." Ingrid nodded. "Thank you."
Later that evening, Ingrid stood in Mercedes' room looking at herself dressed in the suit that Mercedes had picked out for her. The suit was composed of black trousers, a black jacket and a well-fitting mint green button-down shirt.
"Do you think I look okay?" Ingrid asked.
"You look fantastic." Mercedes said, sincerely.
Mercedes stepped forward and buttoned Ingrid's jacket. "The jacket seems to fit very well on you. How do the pants fit you? Are they all right?"
"Well, they feel fine around my waist, but they do feel just the slightest bit snug...in the front." Ingrid blushed. "I'm sure I'm just being paranoid, but..."
Mercedes glanced downward, then looked back up at Ingrid. "I don't think it's noticeable, but if you would feel more comfortable with a little extra room, I can certainly fix that." Mercedes nodded. "Black is also more concealing than lighter colors. That's exactly why I chose it. Don't worry. No one will ever know a thing."
"Thank you. I really do appreciate your help, Mercedes. And your ongoing kindness regarding my...problem."
"You shouldn't refer to it as a problem. The Goddess made you exactly as you should be." Mercedes placed her hand on Ingrid's shoulder. "It's your private business, of course, but if anyone should happen to find out, we're your friends here, you don't have anything to be afraid of."
"Thank you. I just always feel awkward about it. There never really seems to be a good time or reason to talk about it, you know? And I've never been intimately involved enough with another person where it became important or necessary to tell them."
"Are you more nervous now because you think you might want things to get to that point with Dorothea?"
"I don't know...possibly. I'm trying not to get too far ahead of myself, but I like her a lot. Would it make me a bad person if I said I've thought about it...?" Ingrid averted her eyes to the floor, staring down at her shoes.
"Not at all. You're only human. It's completely normal to have those kinds of thoughts and desires."
"Of course that's not why I'm interested in Dorothea. Please don't get the wrong idea. There are so many things I like about her. In fact, I'd like to court her. Maybe I'm thinking too much into this. We haven't even had an official date yet. She might not even have a good time with me. Besides, I doubt she's probably thinking much about the future already."
"You should be more confident. I'm sure she'll have a wonderful time." Mercedes said. "And the ball will bring a romantic atmosphere along with it. You never know what might happen. You two could end up really hitting it off and falling deeply in love."
"That does sound very nice. But, for now, I guess I'll just start by trying my best to make a good impression on her."
"We better get to work." Mercedes smiled. "Let's practice your dancing. Here. Take my hand." Mercedes held her hand out toward Ingrid.
"Okay." Ingrid nodded, taking Mercedes' hand into her own. "Now what?"
"I'll put my other hand on your shoulder and I want you to put yours around my waist."
"All right. Like this?" Ingrid asked, tentatively placing her free hand around Mercedes' waist.
"Yes, but you'll want to move in a little closer. Now just follow my lead. Once you get the hang of it, you can try leading."
Ingrid held onto Mercedes, slowly and awkwardly following her steps as Mercedes counted aloud. As much as Ingrid tried to avoid it, she eventually tripped herself up and stepped on the toe of Mercedes' shoe.
"I'm so sorry, Mercedes. I'm a little clumsy with this." Ingrid frowned. "Are you all right?"
"It's okay. I'm fine." Mercedes said, sincerely. "You're learning. Let's try again."
Mercedes began counting aloud once again as she and Ingrid moved about the room.
"I promise this will all be much easier at the ball with the music to guide you." Mercedes said, reassuringly. "Relax a bit. Your whole body is much too tense. Dorothea will be able to sense if you're uncomfortable. That's certainly not the impression you want to give her."
Ingrid nodded. She tried to relax her shoulders and posture as she continued following Mercedes' lead around the room. Ingrid stared down at her shoes, concentrating heavily on avoiding stepping on Mercedes' feet again.
"Am I doing it right?"
"You're doing just fine." Mercedes smiled. "Be confident and gentle. Keep your posture straight. I know you don't want to step on her feet, but you'll want to keep your head up, so practice looking at my face instead of your shoes."
Ingrid lifted her head and found Mercedes' soft, kind blue eyes.
"Good. Be sure you maintain eye contact with her. You want her to focus on you after all."
"Okay." Ingrid nodded.
"You're already doing much better, Ingrid." Mercedes said. "You'll be an expert by the time I'm finished with you." She chuckled.
When the night of the ball finally arrived Ingrid found herself to be very excited yet also extremely nervous as well. She got herself dressed and made her way to Mercedes' room. She knocked on the door and once Mercedes had given her consent to enter, Ingrid opened the door and walked into the room where Annette and Mercedes were both applying the finishing touches to their makeup.
"Aw. Ingrid. You look so good!" Annette exclaimed.
"Thank you." Ingrid smiled. "So do the two of you. I thought we could all walk to the reception hall together. Are you about ready?"
"Almost. You haven't gotten your make over yet." Mercedes walked over to Ingrid, placed her hands on Ingrid's shoulders from behind and guided her to the chair near her desk. "Sit down."
"M...make over? I-" Ingrid said. "I don't know. I'm not sure that makeup is really for me..."
"Just a touch. Please?" Annette whined, frowning playfully. "We won't go overboard."
"Yes. How about just a little something to make your eyes stand out." Mercedes said. "They're so pretty. Some eye makeup will really help enhance the color. Dorothea will be looking at you all night, you know."
"O...okay." Ingrid said, hesitantly. "But, only a touch. I don't want my whole face slathered in that stuff. I want to still be able to recognize myself."
"Yes! You're gonna look so great!" Annette said excitedly, grabbing a makeup brush and immediately beginning to work on Ingrid's face.
"We'll just let your hair down here." Mercedes gently pulled out the tie holding Ingrid's hair back and slowly began to undo her braid.
"Wha-what's wrong with my hair?" Ingrid asked.
"Nothing. I just think it would be nice if you wore it down for a change." Mercedes began brushing out Ingrid's long, blonde hair. "It's a special occasion."
"I know, but-" Ingrid turned her head to look back at Mercedes.
"Hold still." Annette placed her hands on Ingrid's cheeks and moved her head back so that she was again facing forward.
Once Annette had finished with Ingrid's makeup, she gathered a small amount of lip gloss on the tip of her middle finger.
"Wait-I thought we agreed on just basic makeup. What is that?" Ingrid muttered as Annette smeared the gloss across her bottom lip.
"Rub your lips together." Annette demanded.
Ingrid sighed heavily, but did as she was told.
"You just may get kissed tonight." Mercedes gently combed her fingers through Ingrid's hair.
"Exactly. You don't want your lips to be all dry and gross when you and Dorothea kiss goodnight." Annette said. "You don't want that to be her last memory of your date, do you?"
Ingrid's cheeks grew a deep shade of red at the mere thought of even potentially kissing Dorothea.
"Aw. Look at you blush." Annette giggled. "You love her."
"Annette. Don't get carried away." Ingrid said. "We haven't even been on one date yet."
Ingrid stood up and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair looked silky and smooth cascading down over her shoulders and back. The makeup she was wearing made her skin look smoother and her eyes brighter green than usual. Mercedes then picked up a bottle of perfume from her desk and gave Ingrid a quick spritz on her neck and chest as well as on each of her wrists.
"We better get going. You don't want to keep her waiting for too long." Mercedes said. "Oh and I almost forgot...I have something for you."
Mercedes took a small, white rose boutonnière from atop her desk. "I made these for the boys, but I decided to make one for you too because I thought it would look nice with your suit." Mercedes carefully pinned the small flower arrangement to the lapel of Ingrid's jacket.
"Oh. Thank you." Ingrid gently tugged her jacket down and smoothed out her sleeves.
"You're so welcome." Mercedes smiled. "Are you still nervous?"
"Very much, yes." Ingrid nodded. "I'm worried I'll do the wrong thing or say the wrong thing..."
"Just be yourself and remember everything we practiced. You'll be fine." Mercedes said, reassuringly.
"Dorothea is going to love you." Annette added. "I know it."
"Thank you both for helping me out. I do appreciate it." Ingrid said, looking into the mirror at her own reflection, with Mercedes and Annette standing on either side of her. "I'm clueless when it comes to these things. I don't know what I'd do without the two of you."
"We're always happy to help out a friend." Annette said.
Ingrid smiled, she felt her face grow warm when Annette and Mercedes both simultaneously placed an innocent, friendly kiss to each of her cheeks.
"Let's go meet up with the boys." Annette said.
Annette then linked her arm with one of Ingrid's while Mercedes took the other as they made their way to the reception hall together. As soon as they arrived, Ingrid found herself instantly searching the room for Dorothea.
"Whoa. Are you wearing makeup?" Sylvain asked upon noticing Ingrid.
"You look weird." Felix said.
"Thanks." Ingrid said, sarcastically.
"I didn't mean bad." Felix said. "I guess weird wasn't the right word. You just look different."
"He means you look nice. And you really do." Sylvain said.
"Thank you." Ingrid smiled slightly. "You guys look quite nice yourselves."
Ingrid's eyes began wandering about the room again, this time finally spotting Dorothea among the crowd of students and faculty. Her heart throbbed in her chest, her knees buckled and her breath caught in her throat as she gazed upon Dorothea for the very first time that evening from across the room. She was dressed in a beautiful, nearly floor length deep red, sleeveless gown. The front of the dress was low cut and her breasts were pushed upward. She wore a sparkling emerald stone around her neck that perfectly matched the color of her eyes and beautifully accentuated her cleavage.
"Wow." Ingrid inadvertently said aloud as her eyes remained locked on the beautiful former songstress.
"What are you waiting for?" Sylvain asked, noticing the way Ingrid was staring longingly at Dorothea on the other side of the room. "Go for it already, bud." He placed his hand on Ingrid's back and shoved her forward. "You're not gonna get anywhere with her standing around talking to us."
"Right." Ingrid nodded. "I'm going."
"Good luck." Sylvain said. "If you need any protection, I've got you covered." He whispered. "Just come find me." He winked.
"Thanks. But, that definitely won't be necessary." Ingrid shook her head. "I'm just trying to take things slowly for now..."
"No problem." Sylvain nodded. "If you change your mind, I've got your back."
"I can do this." Ingrid whispered to herself. "Everything will be okay." She swallowed the lump in her throat and tightly clutched a single red rose in her hand, exhaling heavily as she began to make her way toward Dorothea, who was currently standing talking with several classmates from the Black Eagle House. As she approached the former songstress, Ingrid nervously cleared her throat before speaking.
"Excuse me...D-Dorothea?" Ingrid said. "I don't mean to interrupt, but-"
"Oh Ingrid. I'm so glad to see you." Dorothea said happily. "Goodness. Look at you. You're wearing makeup and you even have your hair down..."
"Yes. Um, Annette and Mercedes sort of ambushed me." Ingrid said.
"You're too cute." Dorothea took the lapels of Ingrid's jacket into her hands and carefully looked her up and down.
"You think so? This all feels so extravagant and perhaps even too fancy for someone like me."
"Not at all. You look so incredibly dashing." Dorothea gushed. "And very handsome, just like I knew you would be."
"Thank you." Ingrid smiled as a slight blush crept across her cheeks. "I really do appreciate that, but the attention should be solely on you. You look absolutely stunning. Somehow even more beautiful than usual. Oh and this is for you." Ingrid handed the rose she was holding to Dorothea. "I remember you saying roses were your favorite, which only makes sense. They do seem to be the most befitting type of flower for a woman as beautiful and elegant as you are."
"Thank you so much." Dorothea smiled brightly. "What a sweet thing to say."
"You're welcome. I had hoped to get you more than one rose, but that was the last one the greenhouse keeper had. I even checked with all of the merchants in town. Since they're out of season now, they're more difficult to come by..." Ingrid rambled "I'm sorry."
"One is perfect." Dorothea reached out and placed her hand on Ingrid's cheek. "I love it. A single red rose lends itself to a certain romantic charm and appeal of its own."
"I'm glad you think so." Ingrid smiled. "I also wanted to express my sincerest gratitude to you for accepting my invitation this evening. I'm certainly the luckiest person here." Ingrid then took Dorothea's hand into her own, bowed her head and gently kissed the top of the former songstress' hand.
"The pleasure is surely all mine." Dorothea's heart swelled in her chest as she swooned over the gesture.
"May I get you something to drink?" Ingrid asked.
"That would be wonderful, but how about if we go together. We can check out the food. I'm sure you must be starving."
"I could eat." Ingrid nodded. "If I'm being honest, I've been fasting most of the day to save plenty of room for tonight. I would like to be able to sample everything."
"That certainly sounds like you." Dorothea laughed. "Let's go find you something delicious to eat." She took Ingrid's arm and they both began walking toward one of the tables of food. "Just don't overdo it, we have a lot of dancing to look forward to."
"Would you like to dance with me?" Ingrid asked, her gaze meeting Dorothea's.
"Of course I would." Dorothea smiled. "I was waiting for you to ask."
Ingrid took Dorothea by the hand and led her out into the middle of the floor of the reception hall.
"Would you like to lead?" Dorothea asked. "Or do you want me to?"
"If you wouldn't mind, I'd be happy to lead."
Ingrid gently placed her hand around Dorothea's waist and the former songstress placed her hand on Ingrid's shoulder.
"You smell so nice." Dorothea said, moving in closer to Ingrid. "Is that...lavender?"
"Oh. Yes. Mercedes let me borrow some of her perfume."
"It's subtle and works very well with your natural body chemistry."
"Thank you. I've never really worn perfume before." Ingrid glanced downward at her shoes for a moment as they danced, but quickly refocused her attention back on Dorothea.
"Are you liking perfume and makeup?" Dorothea asked. "You seem a bit unsure of yourself."
"Honestly, I don't quite feel like myself. Makeup is okay. I think I'd wear it every once in a while maybe, but as an everyday thing, I don't think it really suits me well." Ingrid said. "D...do you like me better this way? I realize I'm not always the most feminine..."
"I like you however you like yourself." Dorothea said. "If you like to wear makeup that's fine. If you don't, that's fine too. You don't have to prove anything to me or anyone else. You should do what makes you happiest."
Ingrid smiled and nodded. She looked into Dorothea's eyes and counted the steps silently in her mind as she led the former songstress around the dance floor.
"You know, you're a pretty good dancer." Dorothea said. "I'm impressed. But, I thought you said you didn't have any experience with these kinds of things..."
"I didn't. So...I practiced with Mercedes...a lot. She taught me everything."
"You practiced...for me?"
"Well, yes. I wanted to be able to dance with you without stepping all over your feet." Ingrid said. "I know you're much more skilled at this and I can't ever match you, but I thought I could at least learn enough not to embarrass myself in front of you."
"Aww. How sweet are you?" Dorothea smiled brightly.
Later that evening.
"Dorothea, would you mind if I stole Ingrid for a dance?" Hilda asked.
"She's all yours." Dorothea obliged. "As long as you promise to give her back."
"Shall we?" Hilda asked, taking Ingrid by the hand.
"Um...okay...sure." Ingrid slowly walked Hilda out onto the dance floor.
"You'll lead, won't you?" Hilda asked, placing her hand on Ingrid's shoulder.
"If you'd like." Ingrid nodded.
"So...how are things going with Dorothea tonight?" Hilda asked as she followed Ingrid's lead across the dance floor.
"Pretty well, I think. I'm having a great time with her. I only hope she's enjoying my company as well."
"I'm sure she is. You two look so cute together."
"Thanks." Ingrid smiled.
"Have you kissed her yet?"
"Uh...n...no. I've been thinking about it..." Ingrid said, trying to talk and also pay attention to the music as she carefully led Hilda around the room. "But, I haven't had the nerve to try. Do you think she wants me to? I would never want to overstep-"
"Whatever am I to do with you, my darling?" Hilda sighed. "You have so much to learn."
"I'm not sure I understand-" Ingrid said, confused.
"You really are clueless when it comes to romance, aren't you?"
"Matters of romance have always evaded me, that's true." Ingrid nodded. "But, I'm trying."
"You are. I'll give you that."
Hilda looked across the dance floor where she spotted Dorothea now sharing a dance with Edelgard. Hilda rolled her eyes as she watched Dorothea enthusiastically dip Edelgard as they danced together.
"Ingrid. Listen up. I'm going to help you. Goddess knows you need it. Of course she wants you to kiss her. You look positively adorable. And look at her over there. She looks great, doesn't she?"
"Well, yes. She looks beautiful."
"Exactly. She spent hours getting ready so she could look perfect tonight."
"S-she did? Hours? Really?"
"Yeah. All for you. She's crazy about you. She'd probably even be willing to go back to your room with you tonight..."
"Now you sound like Sylvain. It's...only our first date." Ingrid blushed. "I would never try to-"
"I guess that's true. You're too much of a gentleman...er woman. Gentlewoman. You know what I mean. You're polite is what I'm saying. A little old fashioned, but very polite. Even so she'd definitely be disappointed if you didn't at least kiss her."
"I just don't really know the right time to try." Ingrid said. "There are so many people around. I don't want everyone watching, I'm already nervous. I'd prefer that be more of a private moment between us. Do you think that's too old fashioned?"
"No. That's okay. I can understand where you're coming from." Hilda nodded. "Why don't you take her up to the Goddess Tower for a little quality alone time? I'm sure it would be much easier to make your move without an audience."
"The Goddess Tower...I didn't think of that..."
"Sharing your first kiss together at the Goddess Tower, under the light of the Ethereal Moon on the night of the ball would be incredibly romantic. A girl like Dorothea would really appreciate that."
"O...okay. I just want to make her happy. And If you think she'd like to visit the Goddess Tower with me, then I'll ask her."
"Good. Stop being so shy and go after what you want. You're lucky. I'm actually kinda jealous that I don't have anyone special to sneak off with tonight..."
"Hilda. You look lovely this evening and I'm quite certain that you could have your pick of anyone you want to take to the Goddess Tower."
"You should save that silver tongue of yours for Dorothea." Hilda chuckled.
"I'm being truthful."
"You really are a sweetheart, huh?"
As the dance came to an end, Hilda let go of Ingrid.
"I appreciate your advice. Thank you." Ingrid said.
"Good luck." Hilda winked.
Dorothea stepped outside into the courtyard where she noticed Ingrid sitting atop the ledge of a low stone wall.
"There you are. I was looking all over for you. Are you all right?" Dorothea asked, placing her hand on top of Ingrid's thigh.
"Yes. Of course." Ingrid nodded. "There's a lot going on and the reception hall is so crowded, I was just starting to feel a bit anxious and overwhelmed. I thought maybe some fresh air would help to calm my nerves."
"Would you mind if I joined you? Or would you prefer to be alone?"
"No no. I'm always happy to be in your company. You were occupied talking with Edelgard, so I thought it would be a good opportunity to slip out. I had intended to be back before you even realized I was gone, but I guess I got caught up in my own thoughts and lost track of time. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Everyone needs a few moments to themselves sometimes. But, if you're interested, they just put out some more desserts. Luckily, I got some for us before everyone snatched them up. You like sorbet, don't you?"
"Yes. I love it." Ingrid nodded.
"I thought we could share. I brought some cookies too."
"That sounds wonderful. Thank you." Ingrid said, her eyes meeting Dorothea's in the darkness. "May I help you up here? Or we could find somewhere else to sit. Maybe somewhere more comfortable for you, perhaps?"
"Here is fine. And as long as you're offering, I would gratefully accept your assistance."
Ingrid jumped down from the wall and placed her hands around Dorothea's waist. She then carefully lifted the brunette up and placed her atop the ledge before resuming her own position next to her.
"So strong." Dorothea said. "I'm lucky to be with such a strapping young woman."
"Oh it was nothing." Ingrid blushed. "You're very slender."
Dorothea moved over, closer to Ingrid, until they were sitting shoulder to shoulder.
"Here. Try this." Dorothea scooped up a spoonful of sorbet and held it up toward Ingrid's mouth. "It's to die for."
Ingrid happily accepted the spoonful, allowing Dorothea to feed it to her.
"You're right. This is delicious."
"Mmhm." Dorothea said, taking another spoonful and placing it into her own mouth.
"Have a cookie. Mercedes told me these ones are your favorite." Dorothea held one of the cookies up to Ingrid's mouth.
"Thank you." Ingrid said. "I do love them. Mercedes always lets me taste test her new recipes."
Dorothea and Ingrid continued eating until not so much as a crumb remained.
"That was great." Ingrid said.
"Yes." Dorothea agreed, placing the empty dish on the ledge next to her. "You know, we really couldn't have asked for a more beautiful night for the ball." Dorothea said, placing her hand on Ingrid's thigh. "It's a little chilly, but at least it's clear."
"Oh. You're cold? I'd be happy to lend you my jacket."
"Are you sure?"
"It's yours. I insist." Ingrid slipped the jacket off of her body and draped it over Dorothea's exposed shoulders. "I apologize, I should have realized and offered sooner."
"No. You're fine. Thank you so much." Dorothea affectionately patted Ingrid's thigh.
"You're welcome." Ingrid smiled. "Is that any better?"
"Much better." Dorothea nodded.
Dorothea then wrapped her hands around Ingrid's bicep and laid her head on the blonde's shoulder.
As she sat quietly enjoying Ingrid's company, Dorothea began looking up toward the sky. "I can't believe how beautiful the sky looks tonight." Dorothea said. "So many stars. And the moon looks gorgeous, doesn't it?"
"Indeed, it does." Ingrid agreed. "It's nice to take some time to stargaze. It's peaceful and relaxing. It always calms my nerves."
"There's just something so romantic about the full moon." Dorothea said. "At least I've always thought so."
"Yes, I agree. Especially this month's. Something always feels different about the Ethereal Moon."
"So many couples fall in love under it, or so legend says anyway."
"I wonder if there's actually any truth in those old legends." Ingrid said, staring up at the sky.
"I certainly hope so." Dorothea sighed happily.
After a few moments of silence, Dorothea looked at Ingrid, who now appeared to be extremely deep in thought.
"What's on your mind?" Dorothea asked. "Is something bothering you?"
"Oh, no. I was just thinking...um..." Ingrid inhaled deeply, the cool night air burning her lungs. "Would you like to go up to the Goddess Tower with me? I'm sure there'd be an even better view of the moon and stars from there."
"I'd love to. Let's go."
Ingrid jumped down to the ground and took Dorothea's hand to assist her in getting down from the ledge. Ingrid and Dorothea then began leisurely walking through the grass toward the Goddess Tower. Ingrid slowly reached down for Dorothea's hand, tentatively lacing their fingers together. She felt much more comfortable and relieved once Dorothea had accepted the gesture by slightly tightening her grip on her hand as they continued walking. Dorothea happily held on to Ingrid's hand as they climbed up the old stone stairs. When they reached the top of the tower, Ingrid and Dorothea both stepped over to the window of the large stone structure. Ingrid was elated to discover that there was currently not a single other soul occupying the tower, as she had been hoping for at least a few uninterrupted moments alone here with the former songstress. Ingrid placed her hands on the window ledge as she looked out at the moon in the sky. From this view it seemed even larger and brighter than it did from the ground.
"You were right. The view is much better from here." Dorothea said, placing her hand on top of Ingrid's.
Ingrid glanced over at Dorothea, their eyes instantly locked on each other. Ingrid wanted nothing more in this moment than to be able to find the courage to just lean in and kiss Dorothea. Although she didn't know much about romance, Ingrid had to admit that Hilda was right. Sharing a first kiss with Dorothea at the Goddess Tower, basking in the soft glow of the Ethereal Moon couldn't possibly be any more romantic. Ingrid slowly turned her body toward Dorothea, she inhaled a deep breath and swallowed audibly, but found herself frozen in place.
"Ingrid?"
"Y...yes, Dorothea?"
"Do you...by chance, want to kiss me?" Dorothea asked, noticing that Ingrid had seemed increasingly nervous since they had arrived at the Goddess Tower.
"I do..." Despite the cold chill of the winter air, Ingrid felt her cheeks instantly grow noticeably warm as she stared down at the floor. "I mean, only if...if you're okay with it. If you don't want me to-"
"I do want you to." Dorothea smiled. "I was hoping you would."
Ingrid took in another sharp breath and lifted her head to look at Dorothea. She leaned toward the former songstress until they were impossibly close. Ingrid looked deeply into Dorothea's eyes, her heart pounded so hard that she was sure Dorothea would be able to hear it. Dorothea waited patiently for Ingrid to make the first move, not wanting to rush her. Ingrid nervously reached up and tucked a lock of Dorothea's hair behind her ear. Ingrid moved in closer, slowly closing the gap between she and the former songstress. She took in one last breath, closed her eyes and very gently pressed her lips to Dorothea's. The kiss was tentative, shy and among the most innocent that Dorothea had ever experienced. Ingrid's whole body was rigid and her lips were pressed so tightly together that Dorothea could easily sense her apprehension.
"Relax." Dorothea whispered against Ingrid's lips, as she placed her hand on the side of the blonde's face.
Ingrid freed some of the tension in her shoulders, then slightly relaxed her jaw and lips. Dorothea smiled into the kiss, she draped her arms over Ingrid's shoulders and buried one of her hands into her long blonde hair. Dorothea's lips were amazingly soft and she tasted even sweeter than Ingrid ever could have imagined. Ingrid instinctively placed her hands around Dorothea's waist as the kiss deepened. Dorothea opened her mouth and Ingrid followed suit. Although she was curious, the blonde didn't dare attempt to slip her tongue inside the former songstress' mouth, no matter how much she wanted to try. Dorothea could feel Ingrid's hands trembling around her waist. Eventually, when the kiss was broken, Dorothea slowly pulled back to look Ingrid in the eyes as she took one of the blonde's now very sweaty hands into her own.
"Are you a little bit nervous?" Dorothea chuckled.
"How could you tell?" Ingrid said, shyly.
"First time?"
"Being nervous? No, I-I'm nervous a lot..."
"You're so cute." Dorothea giggled. "No, I meant is this your first time kissing a woman?"
"Honestly..." Ingrid hesitated. "Yes, it is. You probably think that's pretty pathetic, don't you?" Ingrid sighed.
"Not at all. I think it's sweet." Dorothea placed her hand on Ingrid's chest, leaned in and placed another chaste kiss to the blonde's lips. "First kisses should be special and I'm honored to share that with you."
"I'm glad that mine could be with you." Ingrid smiled.
Dorothea gazed into Ingrid's eyes and returned the smile. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so happy with someone during a date. Ingrid was kind, caring, respectful and well-mannered. Being with Ingrid always made Dorothea feel like a lady and put her mind at ease, as she knew that the young aspiring knight didn't have any unsavory intentions or ulterior motives behind her invitation for a date. She knew that Ingrid wanted nothing more than her company tonight and that felt nice. Dorothea was soon pulled away from her thoughts when she heard Ingrid speak again.
"Dorothea...I also wanted to say that I very much enjoy spending time with you and I hope you're having a good time with me this evening...because...well...forgive me if this is too forward of me to ask so soon...but I'd really like to see you again...like this..."
"Tonight has been wonderful. And I'd like nothing more than to go out with you again. This has been the best date I've ever had."
"The best? Really? With me?"
"Absolutely. It's been a long time since I've felt this content with someone. I like being with you."
Ingrid smiled. "I'm happy to hear that. I'm just sorry that I don't really know very much about romance. But, I promise I can learn, if you don't mind having a little patience with me."
"You're doing just fine. Don't feel that you need to put so much pressure on yourself." Dorothea said, kindly.
Dorothea took Ingrid's hand and lifted the blonde's arm, placing it around her shoulder.
"Let's enjoy this time together for a little while longer before we head back to the reception hall. I'm hoping to squeeze in at least one more dance with you before the end of the night."