Scandalous!
"Aah~"
Dorothea relaxed, as her naked body slowly sank into the aquamarine-colored bathwater. After installing the sauna, it wasn't long before the Monastery built a new spa for the students. Not to say the faculty weren't allowed to use it, but it was only after enough complaints from the students themselves that a spa full of said eager students existed. The major complaint was that there wasn't an ideal way to destress the body after training, missions, or… well, anything. Certainly, there were vices, but a common bath was something everyone more or less agreed on. Additionally, the spa served a specific purpose during winter nights; staying warm during the colder season was much easier with the bathhouse only a bit of a walk away.
The songstress smiled as she slipped deeper into the steaming water. It was so close to her dorm too!
Her cleavage, then her collarbone, and finally most of her neck was submerged underwater, completely hidden from sight. Her beautiful hair was slowly sinking as well, following along with the rest of her. She couldn't stop smiling. It was truly a wonderful moment.
The spa was rather large and open. It had rocks and plants surrounding the hot waters, giving it more of a natural atmosphere. The bathwater wasn't an all in one pool but rather it was separated into one larger spa and multiple smaller spas surrounding the large center one. Each mini-spa had its own set of various rocks and plants, allowing for a bit of privacy among each section of the spa. Sarsens, ferns, pebbles, small willows, colorful bushes, vivid flowers, piles of cute leaves, and so on were all scattered so perfectly, Dorothea couldn't help but relish the moment.
There was also a wall.
It was a large, and especially tall wooden wall. The monastery knew it was important to separate the sexes when it came to public bathing. These were growing students after all, some already eighteen years of age. While Dorothea appreciated the idea of not being ogled at by perverted boys, she couldn't help but think if there was a way to peak at any of the men on the other side of the wall. Yes, if only. Then she would know who looked like what, who was the biggest, oh, there would be so much she could gossip about!
And then she heard it. A twig snapping.
She was familiar with this sound after the rigorous training the Black Eagles were forced to undergo. Be alert, be ready. Edelgard and Petra were quite invested in guerrilla warfare. Sabotages, ambushes, and the like put the songstress on high alert. But it only took another second before she calmed down. This was the student's spa, not the battlefield. Thus, there was only one explanation for the sound.
A boy.
"W-who's there?" She awkwardly stood up halfway and quickly brought her arm to cover as much of her breasts as she could, "Show yourself, pervert!"
When she was met with silence, she decided to take the more conservative approach and grab her towel with her other arm. In seemingly one quick motion, she stood up and wrapped her towel around herself, covering her private areas. Her next course of action would be to briskly walk over to the showers and changing room to grab her clothes. She would run if it wasn't dangerous to do so around slippery grounds. However, before she could act on her plan, she heard another snap, followed by a much larger snap and a yelp. Then a big thud as well as the rustling of some leaves.
Her attention went fully towards the largest and closest pile of leaves to her. Still took a step back, but that was it. She found herself immobilized. Strange, she thought. Although she was a trained combatant who had experienced numerous battles, she was petrified of the unknown dwelling in the monastery's bathhouse. Perhaps it was because she was still half-naked. It made her feel vulnerable and weak.
But then a fully-clothed, somewhat scratched-up Sylvain emerged from the vegetation.
"O-oh whoops!" He faked the best chuckle he could as he brushed stray leaves off himself, madly blushing and barely looking Dorothea in the eye. "Silly me! This isn't my room!"
The woman frowned at him with annoyance, her face red with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "I want to ask what you were doing, hang up from the trees in the spa, but I think I know what you had on your mind."
"Ehehe, ah, I swear I can explain this-"
Dorothea's face scrunched into one of disgust. "I always knew you were a flirt, but this? You're a disgusting pervert."
Of course, Sylvain did his best to play this off: "Oh c'mon, when the Archbishop said the new spa was gonna open up, I had to see it for myself the first chance I got! It's not my fault the Blue Lion's were sent on a week-long mission as soon as the thing opened up."
"Honestly, Sylvain, could you be any lower? I'd have more respect for you if you'd just admit you were a pervert." She scolded him like a mother scolded a child, her hair still dripping wet.
The redhead's expression saddened quickly, something that Dorothea thought was surprisingly out of character for him.
"I'm… I'm sorry" He struggled, looking at the ground before looking back to her eyes. His usual smile and wink suddenly came back. He seemingly grasped his confidence once again. "But can you really blame me? You're the most beautiful girl in the monastery. I'd be crazy to not look."
Dorothea opened her mouth, but then closed it. Her scowl slowly changed into one of pensive contemplation.
"Oh damn, is she really buying this? Am I home free?" He thought to himself as he uncomfortably shifted his weight between his legs. Sylvain wasn't usually this nervous when it came to dealing with women, especially when it came to romantic or sexual interactions with women. Especially when it was Dorothea being icy cold to him. Goddess, he loved it when she was a complete bitch to him. But this time, he crossed a line that even he was a bit unsure about. Peeping on the girl's side of the bathhouse wasn't his idea originally, but when Claude bet him 50 gold he wouldn't have the gull to peak at Dorothea… well, how could he say no? It was Dorothea, arguably one of the most attractive, popular, and fun girls in the entire monastery. He was so excited about the bet, he accepted without considering how Claude even knew that specifically, Dorothea was in the spa.
"You know what, Sylvain," She tightened her towel a bit, "you're right. I shouldn't be mad at you."
"R-really- I mean, yeah, of course."
Dorothea smiled sweetly. "In fact, I should be thanking you."
"Oh really?"
"Yes. You gave me a marvelous idea."
Sylvain smiled nervously, but he tried his best not to show his discomfort as she began to walk towards him. "And what idea would that be?" Maybe he actually was in the clear.
"A new song title." She stopped in front of him, putting one hand on his chest, one hand on her own. She even giggled.
"Oh, and what's the title?" He felt calm now. If he played his cards right, he might even get her to remove her towel…
"I'm not going to tell it to you." She winked and bounced on the balls of her feet. Other parts of her body bounced too, not unnoticed by Sylvain's trained eye. She chuckled when she caught him noticing, her eyes saying "I saw that."
However, Sylvain wouldn't her judgmental eyes get the better of him. "Oh no?"
"No." She kept her playful smile, "I'm going to sing it to you."
"Oh shit, is that code for what I think it is?" The noble's heart was beating quite hard now, but he still needed to play it cool. Just for a bit longer.
"Then sing for me, little birdie." He couldn't help but wink and even risked bringing his hand to her chin, tilting her head up such that their already tense eye contact further added to the tension.
"The title is called," Dorothea cleared her throat, preparing her opera-voice. She then pushed herself away from the redhead and faced the air above her.
"I'm telling~"
The noble winced. His eyes went wide open with pure shock, his mouth went open with awe. Her voice was booming. Certainly, someone must've heard that. The commoner spun around and began a quick march to the changing room. She was going to find the nearest faculty member she could.
"N-no! Please!" Sylvain wasn't one to beg, but these circumstances were drastic.
However, his words fell on deaf ears. She kept walking towards the bathhouse exit. He took a moment to appreciate the sway of her hips before shaking his head and calling out to her again, "Dorothea, please! I'll do anything!"
Much to his relief, she stopped. Her head turned, her eyes peering over her shoulder.
"Anything?"
"Yes, Goddess yes! Anything."
She turned back around again to face him, a smile on her face. It was difficult to tell whether her smile was sweet or devious. Her eyes were narrowed, accentuating her smile. Again, her eyes could've have added to either an angelic or devilish look. "What did you have in mind?"
Sylvain felt his throat go dry as he gulped. "I'll, uh, massage your feet-"
"Ew, no." She crossed her arms and frowned. "I'm not letting your dirty hands anywhere near me, you perv. Don't touch me, ever."
"Ah," His eyes darted frantically around. "I, uh, uh, well, I'll do your homework for a week."
She raised an eyebrow, not impressed.
"A month."
Her smile returned, but her arms remained crossed. "Now we're talking. What else?"
"A month of homework isn't enough? Are you kidding me?"
The brunette's smile dissipated as she turned around again. "This is a waste of time."
"We can't do this here."
Dorothea froze. Sylvain froze.
That voice did not belong to either of them.
It was an oddly familiar voice. A feminine voice. Where did it come from?
"It's fine, trust me." A fourth, masculine voice chimed in. Again, where these new voices come from?
"Wha-" Sylvain began, but Dorothea practically leaped to him and placed her hand on his mouth, silencing him instantly.
"Shh." She whispered, bringing her index finger to her own mouth. The redhead got the message and raised his hands up in defeat. The brunette brought her hands back to her sides, her hazel eyes scanning the spa around her. She needed to figure out where these voices were coming from. Sylvain was also looking out for where the voices were coming from. The two of them searched and waited in place silently until they heard something again. The man's voice.
"Besides," he began, "I haven't seen you in nearly a week."
Dorothea and Sylvain looked to the wall. The voices were on the other side of the wall! Both students then heard the sounds of lip-smacking before they heard the man's voice again.
"I can't wait any longer. So good."
"So tasty. Goddess, you're insatiable." The woman's voice hummed before commenting further, "I also have an appetite..."
Sylvain and Dorothea looked at each other, wide-eyed.
"Are they-"
Dorothea immediately covered his mouth with her hand again. She was giving him a furious look. He was giving her an apologetic one.
"Did you hear that, Dimitri?"
They thought it wasn't possible, but Dorothea and Sylvain's eyes grew wider. Thankfully the two of them remained silent.
"Hm? It's just us." There were more mouth sounds before he spoke again. "No one will disrupt us."
"But here of all places? There's no-"
"Do you trust me?"
Silence followed. Dorothea and Sylvain assumed the other person was giving a silent nod or something of the sort.
"We are going to enjoy this in peace," the masculine voice spoke once again, "I promise."
Mouth smacking sounds continued as Dorothea removed her hand from Sylvain once again.
"Dimitri?" He whispered to the brunette. "The girl said Dimitri's name? I didn't know he was seeing a girl!"
As long as he was whispering, Dorothea didn't feel the urge to smack him… for now. However, this situation was rather interesting. It was the next big, perfect, juicy gossip story she was looking for. Wasn't she thinking about this earlier that same night?
"We have to figure out who she is." She whispered back. "We just have to!"
"Hey, no complaints here." He continued to whisper as he shrugged. "I was honestly starting to think Dimitri was gay. He never really talked about girls before."
Dorothea felt the urge to respond, but she kept to herself. She needed to hear this. The two waited patiently as the mouth action continued. They even heard the woman moan a bit. What they couldn't hear was when the two whispered amongst themselves. What made this more puzzling was that, when they were whispering, both Dorothea and Sylvain heard them say a certain word over and over again.
Cake.
"Cake?"
"I… I don't know." Dorothea put her eye to the wooden wall and closed her eyes. She placed both her hands on the wall, but pulled one back to make sure her towel was secure. Sylvain was still there after all. "Are they actually saying cake?"
Sylvain mimicked the busty woman and place his ear on the wall. "That's what I'm hearing. Maybe I'm going crazy."
"Dimitri," The woman's voice came again, somewhere in between reprimanding and whining, "You can't have it all. Not right away at least. I don't care how delicious-"
Then they heard a small gasp and some movement. Did she fall? Did something drop?
"Do not tell what I can and cannot do, woman." Dimitri's low growl came, "I am not a man with an appetite, but rather a hungry beast-"
Slap!
The two eavesdroppers had their eyes shot open with worry, looking at each other silently.
"As ravenous as you are, I have a name. You'll do well to call me by it."
Strangely enough, the next thing they heard was her giggles and his growling.
"Okay I give up," Sylvain whispered as he deadpanned to Dorothea. "Are they having sex or are they eating a cake."
Dorothea glared at him. "It honestly sounds like they are kissing. No sex. At least not yet…" She said that last part quietly to herself.
"But, cake-"
"I don't know Sylvain, just hush!" She almost yelled. She was getting too excited. This was the juicy scoop. "We need to hear her name!"
"Hmph, you are nothing but a slave to me now." Dimitri's voice came again. Honestly, it was shocking to hear him talk like this. Dorothea had always seen Dimitri as the polite, kind-hearted prince and leader to the Blue Lions. But this? This was hardly Dimitri at all. Sure the voice was the same, but he seemed to be more… aggressive. Far more aggressive. This fact was enough to keep Dorothea listening. She would learn more about the prince's dark side. Sylvain was just as shocked. He had never heard him speak like this before either. And he was part of the Blue Lions for the Goddess's sake. Was he actually always like this beneath the surface? Was Felix always right about him being a boar? Sylvain knew Dimitri for years now. How did he not know about this? If this is how he actually treats women, Sylvain would have to have a talk with him. Especially after all of Dimitri's lectures about "how he wildly carouses women and should be ashamed of himself". This was Dimitri in a whole new light.
"You're a slave for my cake-making abilities."
What?
What?
The redhead was pulling the hair out of his head. "What the hell is going on?"
"I don't- shh, I don't- just shut up!" Dorothea harshly whispered back, visibly confused as well.
A second passed before Dimitri spoke up again. "Say it."
Silence.
"...I'm a slave."
"What was that?"
"I'm a slave for your amazing cake-making skills." The woman almost moaned the entire statement. It seemed like she was upset that he was humiliating her, but at the same time, she seemed also… excited?
"You're damn right."
More lip-smacking ensured. Whatever was going on, these two had an interesting relationship regarding power dynamics.
"I have all the ingredients prepared." There was a slight gasp after his statement. It sounded like she had trouble breathing. "It's the only thing on your mind right now. You cannot get enough of the batter, can you?"
Silence.
Suddenly, she was gasping for air. It took her several heavy breaths before she could properly respond. "Oh but of course, ha... it's the, ha, best part of baking a cake."
Dorothea was absolutely puzzled at this point. Were they kissing or were they eating cake batter? She looked over the Sylvain for support, but the serial-flirter had his face in his hands. She wasn't sure if he was silently crying or trying to suppress a laugh, but before she could whisper anything, Dimitri's voice was heard again.
"I imagine it's going to be a big cake. We're going to need a lot of batter, wouldn't you say?"
His "slave" let out a sultry laugh. "Definitely. It's going to take a lot of work. A lot of physical labor."
Honestly, Dorothea was upset at this point. This sounded like it was a steamy session leading up to passionate love-making. So why was cake involved? Were they being sexual with cake? Was this all just a big misunderstanding? Were they actually baking a cake? There was no oven in the spa! Sylvain, on the other hand, was practically dying. He was rolling on the floor, admittedly silently, holding in his laugh.
However that all changed when they heard another big thud, followed by some movement. The two eavesdroppers refocused on the voices.
"You thought you can just get away with calling me a slave?" The woman was clearly angry.
Dimitri didn't respond with words, but with muffled grunts instead.
"How dare you?" The woman growled back. There was some small movement. "If we are going to bake a cake, we are going to do it my way."
Again, Dimitri didn't say anything but simply grunted.
More movement, followed by a semi-muted, pained grunt from Dimitri.
"You're going to learn some manners you little bitch." Goddess this woman was suddenly so ferocious. Exactly what kind of relationship did these two people have? "Eat it and maybe I'll let you breathe."
"Eat… cake?" Sylvain was still trying to figure it out. Dorothea suspected something more at this point, but there was no evidence yet. Yet was her keyword.
There was a bit of moaning from the woman before they heard Dimitri's heavy breathing. He was more desperate for air than she was just a moment ago.
"What's my name?"
"Ha, ha… ha.. El…"
"Say my name!"
"Edelgard! Argh!"
To silence her gasp, Dorothea brought her hand to her mouth. Dimitri and Edelgard? Scandalous! This was the juicy gossip she was looking for! Oh, Goddess, this was the biggest scoop of the year! Even Sylvain let out a small "woah" in awe. The two never saw eye to eye, so it was a bit of a shock to hear them like this.
There was more tossing and turning, more moaning and panting, more whispering and cursing, more demanding and demeaning, more domination from Dimitri, more domination from Edelgard. And, of course, more talk about cake-baking. This went on for longer than either the songstress or the flirter had expected, yet neither of them dared to leave. They had already indulged in their voyeuristic pleasures. Of course, they would deny it, saying it had more to do with learning about their house leaders if asked. They would say they were worried about them. And to be fair, considering some of the physical activity they were overheard, they were worried about them.
"It- ah, wait! It won't fit!"
"It will. Trust me."
Dorothea was blushing profusely at this point. So, scandalous! She could already see herself spilling the beans to Petra. Sylvain, on the other hand, was thinking about the size difference between Edelgard and Dimitri with a disgusted face.
There was a small yelp, but it was muffled quickly. Then there was some more movement while they whispered to each other.
"I told you it would fit," Dimitri spoke in a lower tone. "We're going to bake this cake, no matter what."
There was a bit more movement and whispering before only panting was heard between the two.
"T-there," Edelgard breathed, "That should, ha, definitely, ha… work. Ha, we managed to, ha, get the cake in the oven, ha, I believe."
"It seems like it, ha… I'd like to think, hah, I'm skilled at… ha, baking cake."
"You… couldn't do, hah, it without me."
"Yes, of course, haha." Dimitri was still catching his breath. "Thank you for bringing the oven to the spa. Hah, I know it was difficult."
Edelgard didn't bother with words as she was still catching her breath as well. She let out a weak laugh instead.
Dorothea's eyes narrowed. Just as she thought she had it all figured out, something threw it all out the window. Edelgard brought a damn oven to the spa? Why? Why would they bake a cake in the spa? No, there was something missing. There had to be.
"I guess they really like cakes. A bit aggressive with the cooking if you ask me." Sylvain was confident with his comment. The brunette looked at him like he was an idiot. Then again, if they actually were baking a cake…
"Make sure the, ha, temperature is just right, haha."
"Oh, trust me, heh, I'll watch over the baking process, ha, like an eagle." There was a bit more movement before she continued, "Besides, I have plenty more eggs in case we need to try again."
"Hm. There's still some batter leftover." Dimitri seemed to regain his breath as well as his gentlemanly composure. "It's a bit of a mess, but would you like some?"
Edelgard also seemed to return to normal, hear voice becoming colder. "No, that's quite alright. Save it for later, just in case. Let us go back now. We have another long day ahead of us."
"Eggs? Temperature? Just what were they doing?" Dorothea was going crazy.
A solid hand on her shoulder brought her back to reality. "Let's get out of here. I think they are leaving now." The flirty nobleman whispered right next to her ear.
Dorothea made her way to the exit, followed by Sylvain, but only after she nearly broke his hand. She told him not to touch her earlier.
/
It was a new day, sunny, and still cold. Both Dorothea and Sylvain were dressed a bit warmer than usual, though the singer did make sure her outfit showed off her assets to some extent. You have to look your best regardless of the weather. Regardless if your present company included a peeping pervert.
"Are you sure they're both in here?"
Dorothea looked in Sylvain's eyes with a lack of confidence. He had told her that both Edelgard and Dimitri had gone into one of the common study rooms earlier that day. If last night was any indicator, the two leaders would be doing more than studying in the room. If that fact wasn't enough to get her to walk into that room, then the frigid air might've convinced her; the brunette shuddered at the sudden cold breeze that struck her chest.
"I really don't want to do this unless we're sure." She crossed her arms to cover her chest, half to keep herself warm, half to keep Sylvain's perverted eyes focused on her own.
Thankfully, the noble was more confident than her. "Look, I still think they made a cake, but if you say they did something more, then I got your back! Now's the time to confront them." He curled his hand into a determined fist.
Dorothea gave a small smile. Maybe he wasn't as bad she thought. His kind words actually gave her the boost she needed. "Thank you. I'll be leading then. You just stay behind me… and don't stare." He was still a pervert though.
A small blush crossed his face, but he gave his own smile. "You're not gonna let that go, huh?"
"Never." And with one final wink, Dorothea spun around to face the study room door, took a breath in, and pushed.
"We know what happened last night you lovebirds! Just admit it and get it off your chest! Tell us every… thing…"
Dorothea had brazenly opened the doors to the study room that Edelgard and Dimitri were supposedly in, the loudness of her action justifiable by the idea that it was done in the name of "forbidden love". With a label like that in her head, she had expected the two to be sucking face or just flat out having sex when she bursted into the room. It wasn't something she would normally interrupt, but this was too juicy. Secret love, passionate sex, oh, it was too much to bear. She had to jump in!
But all that energy and confidence dissolved when she saw the two sitting down, studying on opposite sides of a singular, small table. And the cherry on top was that there was a marvelous cake between them. A cream-filled, triple-layered, fruit-topped, buttercream-coated, decadent cake. Oh, and there was an actual cherry on the top.
"...Can we help you? Dorothea, was it?"
Dimitri's voice was nothing like yesterday. It was calm, orderly, kind, and warm. He smiled a small smile at the blushing songstress. He wasn't very familiar with all of the Black Eagle members, but the fact that he remembered her name made her feel more embarrassed. He was so kind and thoughtful and she was… well, currently quite rude in all honestly.
Her eyes darted between the prince and her leader, who was giving her a dangerous glare. Goddess forbid if she got on Edelgard's bad side.
"Ah, well, um, lets' see…" She was struggling to find the right words as Sylvain peeked over her shoulder to see all the commotion.
"We heard you two last night," Sylvain spoke for her when he realized she couldn't find the words fast enough. She would have to thank him later for that.
Dimitri and Edelgard shared worried glances before looking back to the two standing students.
"You heard us last night?" This time, Edelgard asked the question, confirming whether what she heard was correct.
"That's right," Dorothea commented but didn't say anything more. She wanted to listen more than anything.
The leaders looked at each other once more. Dimitri had a look of concern, but Edelgard had a rather defeated look and simply just nodded to the prince.
Dimitri sighed. "T-this is a bit embarrassing…"
The prince turned more to face the other two, his resolve keeping him from blushing too harshly. "Edelgard and I have... been engaging in sexual intercourse quite a bit recently."
"Oh Dima~, you don't have to be ashamed of your culinary skills! Baking is- wait, what?" Dorothea must've misheard.
There were confused looks all around the room.
"What did you think we were doing?"
"I- I- did you say sexual intercourse or a sexy culinary course. I- I swear I misheard you."
Dimitri frowned a bit. "I'm sorry?"
Unsure of anything now, the brunette looked over to Sylvain.
The redhead shrugged. "I thought you two were baking a cake!"
Edelgard scowled a horrifying glare at the prince, as though it was all his fault for admitting guilt too early. Dimitri subtly glared back. He'd be damned if she thought she had no involvement of admission after her little nod earlier. But there were more pressing matters at hand.
"Why would you think that?" The princess chimed in again.
"You were talking about cake!" Sylvain was now including his arms while defending himself.
Edelgard closed her eyes. She muttered something to herself before opening them again. "Have you ever heard the saying 'cake in the oven'?"
Sylvain blinked. Dorothea was dying on the inside.
"I'm trying to get pregnant."
"...What?"
"We've discussed it at length." Edelgard referenced the prince across the table, "As the future leaders of Foldan, we've decide the best diplomatic outcome between us would be to unite our lands as one and marry. That includes the prospect of having children."
The way the princess was discussing this was shocking. She described this with the same amount of concern of deciding what to have for breakfast.
"How did I not see this earlier?" Dorothea let out a small laugh. Then a bigger one. Then she jumped Edelgard, tumbling them both to the ground. "Oh, Edie~ I'm so happy for you! You must invite me to the wedding!"
While Edelgard tried to pry off Dorothea, Sylvain looked at Dimitri with a goofy smile.
"You sly dog you, how long were you hiding this from me? You didn't even need my help."
Dimitri felt his ears and cheeks warm up. "Sylvain, please."
Sylvain chuckled, "But I have some questions. Like what did you mean by oven yesterday?"
"Oven?"
"Yeah, you said 'thanks for bringing the oven all the way to the spa' or something like that."
The prince was going to answer, but Edelgard managed to respond while being constricted by Dorothea's overbearing hug.
"My womb." She said stone-faced. "Well, technically my uterus, but I'm sure you understand."
"Edie!" the commoner released her grip on the princess and stood up, "You can't just say stuff like that in front of perverted men!"
Everyone's face was red except for Edelgard's, but that didn't stop Sylvain's questions.
"What about the eggs? Why do you have a bunch of eggs?"
"Sylvain!"
"Human eggs. The eggs inside me that need to be fertilized."
"Edie!"
"Then what about the batter?"
"Sylvain!"
"That would be Dimtri's s-"
"Enough, please!" Dorothea was practically throwing herself around the room now. "We understand!"
"I agree," Dimitri stood up, his face still beat-red, "I think the point has been made."
"B-but the temperature-"
"Sylvain," The songstress glared at him with the force of a thousand suns.
Sylvain became quiet. But only for a moment.
"But why's there a cake?"
Dorothea was so close to slapping him, but she stopped herself when she realized that was a genuinely good question. She looked to the leaders.
"Ah, well, we decided to celebrate," Dimitri said with a silly smile as he looked at his lover. "Anything can happen on a mission, so when I came back in one piece after being gone for a week, Edelgard surprised me with this."
Now it was Edelgard's turn to blush. She wasn't one to usually display her affection like this. Especially not in front of other people. "I was worried about you." She said quietly.
"Oh, Edie~" Dorothea's heart was melting. Sylvain was lucky that Dorothea decided not to hit him.
The princess's flushed face vanished as quickly as it came, her normal demeanor returning. "Ahem, you may have a slice if you wish."
"Oh no, no, no," The songstress smiled, slowly taking steps back towards the door they had originally entered. Her backward walk was forcing Sylvain to also take a few steps back. He didn't have to, but then he would physically bump into Dorothea. A poor choice indeed.
"We shouldn't even be here. This is your moment you two. Please forgive our rude intrusion. Sylvain and I will be taking our leave."
"But I want ca-argh!"
Dorothea stepped on his toe hard, but her smile never left her face. "Goodbye, you lovebirds."
With that, she closed the door, leaving the two to themselves.
Dorothea was in thought, quietly looking out to nowhere in particular.
Sylvain thought quietly to himself too.
"So…" Sylvain glanced over to the woman.
"Yes, Sylvain?" There was a hint of annoyance in her voice, but she would at least hear him out once more.
"You wanna bake a cake together?"
"...Never talk to me again."