So, I have decided to post yet another chapter... The fourth chapter in under a week... Wow... Anyway, I'm still wanting a few more opinions about the question I asked at the end of last chapter! I've got a few PMs about it, and I also have a poll about it set up on my profile.

Now, just a quick note. Let's just say... Some steamy moments between Frederick and Robin are implied in this chapter. I may start adding more and more moments like it, but not just implied in the future, but I'll leave that all up to you guys.

Seeming as my mini ramble is over now... I hope that you all enjoy!

To the side. To the other side. Duck down.

It was more than easy to read Chrom's actions in training for Frederick. He would constantly swing his sword in the same three directions, every so often switching the order of each. Sometimes, he would try to jump up and catch the knight off-guard, but moving to the side was enough to avoid that attack.

"Gods, Frederick! How can you keep dodging my attacks like that?" Chrom sighed, planting the tip of his sword into the ground as he look a break. He was exhausted from his inaccurate attacks.

The knight stood his lance up, and laughed quietly. "You use the same attacks over and over – after training with you since you were thirteen, it is quite easy to read your actions."

"You make it sound as though you are much older than me! Need I remind you that you only have two years on me?"

"My apologies if it sounded as though I was trying to infer such thoughts. I was simply implying that it has been quite a few years since we started to train like this." Frederick sighed, before chuckling quietly. Had he actually been training with Chrom to help him fight for five years?

But either way, the prince's words hung over his head. Did he actually act as though he was much older than he currently was? Chrom was only eighteen after all, and as he said, he was only two years older. Lissa had implied such similar things too in the past, saying that he seemed as though he was a few years older than just twenty.

"Milord… I need to go for now."

"How come? You said that we had an hour to be able to train-"

"I need to see Robin."

"Robin? But- Oh… He's gone. Gods, nothing can stop that knight when he gets his mind set on something..." The prince laughed, picking up the sword which he had borrowed from the convoy to practise with, before deciding to return it. Though… He was confused. Why did he need to see Robin so suddenly? Chrom wouldn't let it bother him for long though, other things needed to be his priority now that the Shepherds had returned to Plegia – this time to kill the king.

"I have to do this… For what he did to Emm..."

"Hmm… So, if we split out our units into three sections… One group could intercept the wyvern brigades which are gathering to the west – our east – and take them out. It would only have to be a small group, they can wait to ambush them from the abandoned forts…" Robin nodded to herself in satisfaction with her plan, and quickly made note of it in a scruffy looking notebook which was resting on her desk. Ever since she was fully reassured that the Shepherds did trust her, and weren't going to tease her for her feelings towards Frederick, she had been much more optimistic about her plans to dethrone the mad king.

Taking a sip of some tea, she then crossed her left leg over her right and began to tap the foot still on the ground. "Our second group would also have to be small, to slip through the Plegian ranks and get direct access to Gangrel… I have no choice but for that to be me and Chrom, as we would need our healers in the brunt of everything to heal those attacking the Plegian ranks, and our mounted units would be too noisy, they would get too much attention if they went to that stupid king… Plus… Both me and Chrom have out own bones to pick with that bastard..." She muttered, writing what she said down, word for word, in the notepad too.

That was when she closed her eyes, and yawned. "I've been working on this plan for about an hour now… Can thinking really make me so tired so quickly?… It never used to..." She whispered, resting her head on the plan for a moment. "A short nap… won't bother anyone..."

Closing her eyes, it didn't take long for Robin to slip into a sleep-like state. She could hear any little nearby movements, and could feel the warmth of the flame of her candle suddenly vanish. It must have blew out.

Moments later, there was a slight bit of movement near the entrance of her tent, and there was a sigh. "She's asleep… But she can injure her back, falling asleep like that..." The voice trailed off as her sleep became suddenly deeper, and her awareness of things around her started to fade away, allowing her to dream peacefully.

The person who had walked in? Frederick, of course. He had to see if Robin was okay, seeming as nobody in camp had seen her since the morning. "… She's been planning a lot… Reading too. She shouldn't have done so much, she could have strained herself to the point of injury..." He muttered, picking her up from her seat gently. He didn't want to wake her up, after all… But at the same time, he wanted her awake, Just to hear her voice, feel her gentle touch, see her smile.

That was the reason that he had wanted to visit her, over training with Chrom. Since being told that he sounded as though he were older than he actually happened to be, he wanted to find a way to feel just… A bit more carefree.

And he wanted her help specifically to help him feel that way. It couldn't be anyone else. Sure, Lissa had been showing him how to relax, but he couldn't properly unless he was with Robin.

Holding onto the tactician's lightly sleeping figure gave the man various reminders at how much more fragile she was than what she seemed. Her figure was so slim, and her body light. And gods, her legs were the worst offenders in that of them all.

It took him all of his might not to think that he was to be the only one who could ever see just how beautiful her figure really could be – though he was unaware of a particular bathing tent incident where Chrom had seen her naked, but he didn't have to hear about that. Ever. Robin would never allow herself or the prince to live it down if he did.

Slowly, Frederick sat down on her bed, still holding onto her tightly. He didn't know what to do with her like this. Should he just leave her here to sleep, and go do something else? But if she woke up if he did this… He wouldn't be able to talk to her as soon as possible. That's what he wanted.

Gods, how he had never felt this greedy before in his life. He was desperately wanting things… It was so strange that it had only been happening since he confessed his love to Robin. Want this, want that. No in-between – he wouldn't settle properly until he got what he wanted, even if it was just a smile that he did want.

This woman was changing almost everything about his character that he had built up over years in mere weeks.

"Crafty thing… To think, I was hostile towards her at first, wanting to eliminate her if she did anything out of line… And now, I'm in love..." Robin then suddenly pulled herself closer to him as he said that, making the knight laugh at how she just had to be comfortable in her sleep. "Have a good rest, Robin..."

What a fortunate time for Robin to wake up, and realise that it was the middle of the night. She had become fed up as it was with the cold climate of Ferox, so now having to return to Plegia, and have it be just as cold at night? It irritated her beyond belief.

However, there was some comfort to her. Warm arms secured around her waist made her feel as though she was safe from the danger of the temperature. "Wait one second… Arms around my waist?..." The tactician then opened her eyes fully, and noticed that lying asleep right beside her was Frederick. Well, it was more as though she could feel, than see. She was pulled up against him, and she could feel his warm breath on her neck. With the added matter that they had ended up under the same blanket, presumably because Frederick knew that it would be cold at night, Robin could only feel flustered.

It felt rather intimate to her, and they had promised that they would try and keep things down low – Cordelia, Lissa, and Nowi also being forced into secrecy about them – until Gangrel had fallen…

And now, they were like this.

Gods, it felt so strange, but wow… It felt so right for the woman. She knew that she had never had such an overwhelming feeling through her body before, but she got used to the feeling quickly.

There was only one thing though… She needed to finish her plan, and she had until sunrise to complete it and show it to Chrom. So, she had to find a way to get the knight to let go of her… But without waking him up. A difficult task.

Ever so carefully, she moved the arm over her to behind her, trying not to make any sudden movements. That was done successfully. The next part was the difficult part. Trying not to be noisy as she got out of bed, as she was aware of the piles of books and various other belongings around the tent on the floor.

Her coat was the main reason behind her tripping up moments after standing up.

"Ah! Gods, that hurt my wrist!" She hissed out loud, trying to gently hold onto the bandaged part of her arm. It was too sore for her to cope with, having just woke up, so she just hit the floor with her other hand with a closed fist.

And hit a book. "Ow… Not my other hand..."

"Robin… What are you doing?..."

The tired voice of Frederick made Robin sigh deeply as she tried not to complain about the pain. "I… Fell asleep mid-plan… I need to finish it."

"You're tired though… And by the looks of things, hurt too..."

"I have until sunrise. I need to get it done."

"No, you're not. I can buy you some time in the morning."

Robin shook her head as she stood up, and then looked at her wrist with a small whimper. The way in which she had hit the floor had managed to split open her wound even more, and it had started to bleed again, thankfully only lightly. However, the sight of blood on her body now was starting the make her panic a bit, in worry that she would end up in a situation like the other week again.

She completely ignored Frederick telling her to try and go back to sleep, and sat down at her desk. "You always do work when we tell you not to… So I feel as though I should do the same too..." She muttered, before she decided to light a candle which was next to her. After that, she re-opened her battered notebook."It won't take long anyway-!"

Frederick had suddenly grabbed hold of her from behind, and she could feel one of his arms reach past her to close the book. He didn't want her planning. Not right now.

"If you won't go back to bed… I will make you, Robin." He suddenly pulled her up to her feet, and looked at her wrist. "Plus, you shouldn't be doing anything with that wrist. You should really get Lissa, Maribelle or Libra to look at it properly, over you tending to it yourself." That was when he wrapped his arms around her fully, not allowing her to pull away and try to continue working on her strategy. "I don't want you straining yourself, Robin… I would feel responsible if you collapsed with exhaustion on the battlefield, or if you fell asleep in the middle of one of the war council meetings."

Robin couldn't think of a response to that. She knew that he was right… But she also knew that she had to get that plan done. "But… But..."

He shook his head, and ran his hand through her hair as he pulled her closer, so that she could feel his breath against her neck. "No buts, Robin. You still sound tired now..." As she went to shake her head, she felt as though she had… Been through this before. But she hadn't, not from what she could remember.

His grasp of her tightened as she tried to look back at her desk, and his hand settled in one place behind her head. "Robin, you can't do this to yourself…" And then, he kissed her gently, showing his concern for her welfare as he kept hold of her.

Then she realised. This was exactly like the dream that she had the other day… Well, the dream didn't have talking in, but it was just like it, happening in the same way even.

"Fine… Fine, you've persuaded me… But you had better get me that extra time in the morning that you mentioned earlier..." Robin whispered once she felt Frederick loosen his grasp of her, before she closed her eyes and began to tear up.

"Robin?… Robin, what's the matter?"

"Bubbles. You're keeping a secret from me, aren't you? No, two. You're keeping two secrets from me." Gaius had been pestering Robin for about twenty minutes by that time, and frankly, she was getting annoyed at it.

She shook her head, holding onto her notebook tightly. "Can you just let me go and see Chrom, Gaius?"

"Nope." The thief pulled the lollipop out of his mouth, and waved it around near Robin's face, making her wince as his saliva went all over the place.

"You're disgusting… Surely you could have finished the candy before waving it around like that?"

"Again, nope."

Quickly, Gaius snatched the book from the tactician's hands and began to flick through the pages, looking at her various different plans from the past, and her plan for the fight against Gangrel that afternoon. "Gods, Bubbles. Do you ever actually have any spare time? You're like that nanny. Oh wait, I bet it's because of the amount of time that you spend with-" He suddenly spotted a page of interest to him then. "Oh… Now what do we have here? Some of Bubbles' dirty secrets?"

Robin twitched as Gaius said that out loud, before trying to snatch the book back. Yes, the front of the book was full to the brim with plans… But due to her limited amount of gold, she was having to use the back of the book as some sort of diary, just in case her amnesia became worse and she lost her new memories also. And as Gaius had said… Some things which she had wrote in there were highly private. Not exactly 'dirty', but still private.

Gods, she had even wrote about the time in which she had accidentally walked in on Chrom as he bathed almost after he had walked into her; the similar bathing situation with Gaius himself; the pranks that she and Lissa had pulled on each other… And also about everything that had happened between her and Frederick, from the bear meat situation, to the proposal, and even that night…

And then her eyes grew wide. If Gaius had read about what had happened that night…

"Now, this is juicy..."

"Wh- What are you reading?! J- Just give it back, I need to show Chrom the plan for later! You don't want to die, do you?!"

"So, you and the nanny, huh? And wow, the details that you went into about his body from- Hah, last night? Now, this is definitely worth letting Princess know for some candy…" The thief snickered, before he went to walk away with the book.

Robin had to quickly come up with a last resort, and fortunately, it came to her quickly enough. "You don't want me to tell anyone about your mark, do you?!"

And so, the thief froze on the spot. Robin didn't want to blackmail him as such, but if he went and opened his mouth about this to Lissa… She didn't even want to think about it.

Quickly, Gaius went back over to the tactician, and grabbed her chin, pulling her face close to his. "Now, look here, Robin..." She could tell that Gaius was serious about what he was saying – he had used her actual name, not a nickname – and the bitter tone of his voice adding to his genuine irritation. "That is over now. I've paid you back for you not to say a word about that, so you had better not tell anyone. Or maybe, I will just tell them your secret. You don't want the rest of the camp to know about your experience with Frederick last night, do you?" The sickly sweet smell of Gaius' breath was making her wince. The threat was also making her worry.

"G- Give the book back..."

"You know what? Nope. I'm keeping hold of this now. You have a good enough memory to tell Blue your plan without this shoddy book." He mumbled, before letting go of her face and quickly leaving the tactician stood there, paralysed in shock.

Gaius had never been so aggressive towards her before, and it was scary. Never before had she ever felt so scared of an ally. Even more than she was scared of Tharja.

And gods, was Tharja scary to her.

She stood there shaking for a few minutes, until she felt a hand on her shoulder. "There you are, Robin! I've been looking for you for a while now! I need to know your-" It was Chrom who was there, but he was hardly a reassuring presence for the tactician. Not after what had just happened. "Robin?… You look as though you have seen a ghost..."

"N- No… I'm fine..."

"Something isn't right with you… You should sit down for a minute-"

"I said that I am FINE!"

"R- Robin! I was just saying-!"

"S- Sorry… It's just… Bad night's sleep, okay?..."

Chrom gave his tactician a worried look as she slowly decided to use her coat to hide her face, by pulling her hood up. "Come on… What is it that you and Frederick seem to keep saying to each other? Smile, is it?..."

"That only really works with Frederick… And maybe you should ask him about the plan… He was with me as I finished it off, he should know it… I'm not in the mood..."

"No. I need to hear it from you-"

"Why?!"

"Because… I can only trust my tactics from you, Robin… You've always helped up pull through, and I don't want to fail now… You're the tactician. The Shepherds' tactician. My tactician. We are all relying on you… So I can only trust the plan from you..."

Reluctantly, Robin looked down at the ground and shrugged her shoulders. "Fine then…"

"Good. Now come on, we don't have much time left to prepare..."

It was finally time for the final assault on the Plegian army. There was just Gangrel, and his few remaining loyal lackeys left now. They weren't much of a big deal to the Shepherds, despite being outnumbered.

"Okay… Lon'qu, Tharja, Ricken, Nowi and… Libra. You all head to our east. Wyverns are approaching us from there. The plan is to hide in the abandoned forts and ambush them!" Robin shouted from where she was stood with Chrom, holding a sword, ready for the final fight. She had finally managed to get her plan memorised – even without her book, which Gaius was still holding hostage – and was now calling out the instructions to the Shepherds who didn't know the plan. "Chrom is sticking with me, and we are going to slip through the remaining Plegian forced to get Gangrel. Everyone else, keep them off us! If anything does happen to me or Chrom, Frederick, you need to step in to fight Gangrel next – just without your horse. Lissa, you must also go with him for healing backup for whichever of me or Chrom are ailed. If he falls too, we retreat."

The Shepherds were evidently feeling quite uneasy, knowing that this would be all or nothing. They would either win the war, and Ylisse would be safe… Or they lose their leaders, lose their country and the war too.

One thing which was constantly in the corner of her eye though… Was Gaius. He was casting her vaguely angry looks every so often, yet at times, they were playful looks. He was evidently trying to make her regret even trying to use her last resort earlier.

"Right then… Here come the Plegians! Get ready!" Chrom the shouted out, drawing Falchion from its sheath and grinning at Robin. He was ready for this… So it made her feel more ready than Gaius was trying to allow her be.

She did, however, cast a few worried glanced towards Frederick before the fighting began, so as a reassurance, he smiled at her. Lissa giggled at that, just for Cordelia to hit her over the head to make her pay attention, and not draw any focus towards Robin and Frederick's relationship.

And so, the fighting began. Chrom quickly gestured for Robin to follow him, after spotting Gangrel about half-way down the newly designated battlefield. The two worked well as a pair – it was evident in how well they were able to read each other's actions because of how much they had fought and trained together in the past.

There was only one small thing which nobody had seen coming though… Gangrel had more reinforcements than expected.

As a blade swung by Robin's face, Chrom quickly used Falchion to hold it off as Robin then went in for the kill. It had been about the third time over the past few minutes. As she pulled her sword back, Robin quickly turned around and gasped. "Chrom! Look out!"

The prince jumped out of his skin at Robin's yell, before seeing her quickly get in the way of an arrow directed right for him. It pierced her directly in the shoulder, and she winced in pain as she quickly pulled it out. "U- Ugh… Blood… I don't like the sight of my own blood..." she mumbled, using her opposite hand – the one with her injured wrist – to try and compress the wound and stem the bleeding.

"Robin! Do you want me to get Lissa or Maribelle?!"

"N- No… I should be- Gods, they're attacking again!" Chrom had to then quickly swing Falchion to cut the arrows as they flew towards them to stop them in their tracks, and then went to attack the archers which had appeared at Gangrel's command. Unfortunately, he had also got pieced by an arrow in his hand just as he finished the archer off. "These Plegians… They're… Playing dirty..."

"Just like a certain tactician we all know and, in some cases, love."

The sudden voice made the injured pair jump out of their skin. "Gaius! Shouldn't you be helping the others?!" was all that Chrom could respond with.

"Yep. But nope. I need to have a word with Bubbles."

"Not now! We're hurt, and Plegian soldiers are coming out of-!"

"Shut up, Blue. This is between me and her."

"If this is to do with what happened before, I'm sorry, okay?! But now isn't the time for-!"

"You should really use your tome. Gangrel has a Levin sword. He can attack you with magic from a distance using it. All that I wanted you to know, Bubbles. I'm talking to you about before after the battle though."

Robin was shocked at that. How did Gaius know this piece of valuable information? But now wasn't the time for asking questions – it was the time for action. She nodded her thanks, before tucking her sword into her coat and pulling out her tome.

It was quite evidently a new tome also – obviously Frederick's doing. That made her smile, knowing that he had been looking out for her when they were preparing for battle.

Moments later, Robin suddenly noticed that Gaius had gone back into the middle of the battle to the left, and she sighed as Chrom went and nudged her arm, trying not to move his torso much. "Robin… I'm wondering… Could you possibly distract Gangrel with your magic, so that I could get close and kill him?"

"Huh?… Oh… Yes. Yes, that could work out better than our current plan..."

So, Robin quickly ran as far forward as she could as soon as she could, as Gaius had managed to also get Lissa to go over to the two and heal them as much as she could to prevent their wounds from becoming as bad as Robin's wrist. As Robin did this, Chrom was fighting with anyone that tried to hinder her progress towards the mad king. Lissa, out of worry for her brother, decided to tag along too.

As soon as Robin was in position, she gave Chrom the thumbs up to carefully get behind Gangrel to kill him, whilst she created a distraction.

"So… Surprised to see me? I bet you're surprised that I survived you sending assassins after me a few weeks ago..." she shouted, casting a glare at the Plegian king as he turned to face her. He was annoyed that she was the one who was trying to face him.

He was expecting Chrom, not her. "Hah, as if I care! You will all be dead by the end of this, so what does it matter about you being alive now?!"

"A hell of a lot..." Robin quickly growled back, getting ready with her tome.

And so, the violent throwing of magic began.

There was one thing concerning Robin about the magic from Gangrel's sword though… When it came into contact with her, it felt as sharp as a blade. She had no choice but to keep avoiding it as she used her tome, or else it would put Chrom and Lissa in trouble, as he would then see them trying to get close to him. They had, after all, got caught up to by a few more Plegian soldiers.

"Gods… This is going to take a while..."

"It's over! Finally!" Lissa grinned about twenty minutes later. Yes, the battle had been won… Robin and Chrom were both bleeding quite a bit, on account of the way in which Gangrel had been attacking them until his bitter end. As a matter of fact, everyone but Lissa was bleeding because of how rough their battles had been.

Robin fell to her knees and began laughing quite a bit, almost maniacally, because of how much she was worried that the plan wouldn't have worked.

Everyone looked at the tactician as she did that, before they too also burst out laughing. It was quite funny, the way in which they could see Robin turning a bit insane through happiness. Especially to Frederick.

He hadn't been able to see Robin since that morning other than when they all had assembled on the battlefield, and he had no idea about everything which had been on her mind that day.

"So… Now that's over… Who wants to hear something delicious?" Gaius' voice rung out over the rest, and it quickly made everyone shut up. Robin was staring at him with wide eyes. "You'll never guess what our dear tactician Bubbles and the wary nanny were up to this morning..."

Oh, Gaius...

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