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Chrom was much happier these days. Robin would be by his side, from morning to night. He hadn't managed to grow accustomed to the sight of her meeting with Frederick every day, whether it be for chores or for training. Whenever he himself had wanted to train with the girl, Sumia or Lissa would mysteriously show up, and by the time he'd search for Robin, someone would tell him that she'd gone off with Frederick.

At first he was worried about Robin training with Frederick, because of the antagonism between them. Although if you asked anyone else, they would say that the hostility hadn't dissolved yet. He's called daft, oblivious, naive and so forth, but he couldn't miss the small changes in the group. He'd worried about her being alone, but she'd made herself quite the odd friend of Gaius. When Frederick wasn't around, and she wasn't helping someone, Gaius was.

Though they weren't joined at the hip, he couldn't say that he hadn't spent any time with her at all. She'd be at his tent once a day to discuss strategy. She'd be so into it that there wouldn't be any room for idle chatter. "It's the only thing I'm good at," he remembered her once saying. That had sent a pang through his heart, and he yearned to tell her that's untrue. Sensing her moment of weakness, she quickly changed the topic and skirted around the issue, had he tried to delve into it once more.

She was very wrong about herself. Whenever they were on the battlefield she was on fire (literally, one time, when she got a little carried away with her arcfire tome). All the training she went through seemed to kick in during battle. He couldn't even count the times that she had saved him. He never could thank her properly; they were always separated after the fighting. But no more. He wouldn't just keep going along with this.

A lot of the avoidance stemmed from the fact that he, well, he may have wronged her a few times.

She had said something about needing some more beauty sleep, and he committed the faux pax of saying how he didn't really see her as a lady. Of course any woman would take offense at that, he had later realized. He tried to remedy it by telling her that she just didn't fit his image of a refined woman, and that...didn't help matters either. He wanted to go back and apologize to her again (he had quickly escaped at threat of having his head bludgeoned with a rock) and saw that Frederick was with her. And of course as always, Sumia appeared from nowhere. At least he had a pie to eat while he was wondering just what was going on...

To make matters worse...he had done something horrible. He didn't know what was going through his mind, but he had the idiocy to walk in on her whilst she was naked. Not a strip of clothing on her and he was there. He had only felt this wrong footed once before, the time Frederick had organized a room full of suitors for him. Except there was a mixup and just about every girl in the kingdom had showed up. And he had to run.

A lot.

He felt like he was in the lion's lair, except this time there was something going on down of intense fear, it was a mixture of life threatening fear, attraction, and utter confusion. And that time instead of bolting for his life and calling for the guards, his feet were rooted to the spot. Being a man...as upright as he considers him to be...He couldn't help but look. The man was entranced. Little beads of water rest on her creamy skin, and of course he was looking at, erm, those parts.

No wonder she had been screaming at him.

He remembered vaguely wondering if the former thief had walked in on her in a similar fashion, considering the nickname he'd picked out for the girl. Not that he was brave enough to ask this, of course. Chrom was idly recalling these memories, as he was currently lying down with Robin. It was an...interesting arrangement.

The effects of whatever poison was in her body still lingered. Not necessarily physically. But the images that were produced when she first saw them, too terrible to describe, caused her a constant source of worry. The worry then translated to having more and more night terrors until sleep became pure hell, and he found her doing whatever she could just to avoid it. Watching her squirm and shudder in sleep struck pain into his heart, and he'd do anything to quell the fear in her mind.

After they'd left Frederick's tent (he had strongly advised her going there at such a time, she couldn't even walk without using his arm as support) he'd dragged her back to her tent. She was very...muted. Although she sounded nonchalant in her response to Frederick, he could see just how crestfallen she was. He held his tongue as to not chide her, or to tell her that he knew it would come to no good. It's not that he didn't' want to help Frederick (who he considered as close as blood)...but whatever she had been expecting wouldn't happen. The knight wasn't looking for friends, never was. He'd busied himself in his work...much like she. The two had more in common than they'd thought. He supposed maybe that's why they clashed so much. The selfish part of him hoped that it would continue like this. The two of them bickering together. Because when he saw them...getting along rather well, a part of his chest hurt.

So now that he had Robin in his arms, he squeezed her tightly, not wishing to let her go. The first night when they'd went back to her tent, she had reached out to clutch his arm, begging him not to leave her alone with her dreams. He'd accepted, murmuring some excuse about how needed to make sure she would be getting medicine in her anyway. He could have easily sent Lissa, Sumia, or any of the other women she got along with, but like the selfish man he was, he's slipped into her bedroll.

The blue haired man convinced himself that he was only letting her have an easy sleep, as he continued this routine every night. He drank in her warmth, intoxicated just by being able to hold her. He recalled vehemently denying any attraction he had for her, but oh what a liar was he.

He couldn't keep his eyes off of her since they met. Frederick of course had something in his ass that told him to keep Robin away from the prince and princess, and he'd wondered out loud with Lissa if the two would kill each other in the forest before they could even reach Ylisse. Lissa bet on Robin. In a way, his sister was right.

Robin was taming Frederick, whether or not either party realized it. The girl's charm had something to make even the most stalwart warrior relent. Her smile could sway nations, and Naga, would he consider himself the luckiest man on earth if he could wake up to it every morning for the rest of his life. It seemed to him as though Frederick actually did feel something change. The cold response he'd witnessed...why? Was it because of the display of worry the knight had shown them all? Was it because of the inflammatory words Chrom and said in the heat of the moment? But how could the prince regret them if it meant...if it meant that he himself would be closer to the girl right next to him.

Frederick, you idiot, she murmured in her sleep. "Don't go...please..."

And so her thoughts was still on his knight, even as she slept in his arms. Her white blonde hair was splayed over his arm and chest, and a little bit even tickled his nose. He stifled a sneeze as not to wake her, and gently poked her nose. She wrinkled it, and mumbled something, before sighing and settling into him comfortably. He was probably sinning more than the patrons of a brothel, but he couldn't help but indulge himself.

He'd allow himself one more the night, he thought, as he lightly brushed across her collarbones. He'd ask her to wear the pendant he'd bought for her, what seemed like ages ago. Just one more...he told himself, and kissed her forehead.

"Mm, Frederick," she sighed happily, and her hands curled around his neck. A gesture not meant for him, apparently. A painful pang that he was growing accustomed to shot through his heart once more as he held her tightly. He'd have to let her go in a few hours, and go back to the otherwise platonic relationship they shared.

Oh Naga, just what was he doing?