If asked, Chrom would admit that he couldn't remember anything about Lissa's self-proclaimed genius, fool-proof plan to get Robin closer to him. The night before, when Lissa had not-so-discreetly and excitedly told him all about her plan, Chrom had been spacing out, as unusual as it was. He was too drunk on his own distress to process anything his little sister said. So when he woke up the next morning when soft knocks were heard from his door, he would admit that he was expecting Frederick or some other nonchalant servant, and not Robin. When her pretty little head peeked in from outside his room after he called her in, he was suddenly awake, patting his hair furiously in an attempt to fix his bed hair and look decent enough for her.

"R-Robin! Can I help you?" he asked, confused as to what she was doing there. Of course he'd be glad of being able to see Robin so early in the morning, but with her approaching him, it was confusing as it is. The only reason he could think of was Lissa sending her to him. Having been questioned, Robin suddenly shifted in confusion and looked at him with a frown, brows slightly furrowed, as if he was expected to know the answer. "Um… Lady Lissa said that you requested my assistance. I was told to stay by your side for a while as milady orders me to." Robin stepped inside Chrom's room as she spoke. She pushed the door back, to close it for a bit, yet refusing to move any farther away from the door. She kept her head down all while waiting for Chrom's response, which came long after an awkward silence.

Chrom, on the other hand, did not remember mentioning anything to Lissa. To be fair, he really did not remember anything at all so he must have mentioned it carelessly the night before. That or it must have been the plan Lissa was talking about. It could have been both. By the time he had gotten to that conclusion, he had momentarily forgotten that Robin was still standing stiffly and nervously by the doorway. When he had noticed and called, she visibly jumped in surprise. He figured he had to keep trying to get her used to his presence and keep her from jumping in surprise every time he called her.

"Err—yes, right. I'm sorry it must have slipped my mind. Thank you for… your assistance?" he wasn't sure of his response. He didn't even know what to say. Her awkwardness was starting to rub off on him and he tried to suppress a groan of frustration. "By the way… did Lissa… did my sister mention anything? About what I need help for, I mean? I uh… can't seem to remember." He knew he was looking downright ridiculous with his questions. People saw him as a strong, decisive character, one who was sure of his decisions. Right now, he was acting more like a drunkard trying to grasp whatever drunken decision or action he's made during an intoxicated state.

At his question, Robin looked away, a ghost of a grin and a small blush fighting their way over to her face. Chrom would have found it endearing, if not for the fact that that grin involved Lissa. Whatever it was Robin was grinning about, it was probably something Lissa had said and Chrom was somehow dreading whatever it was that his sister told her. "Well… Lady Lissa said that you were… um… feeling lonely and you have been wanting to talk to me? Ithinkthat'swhatshesaidI'mnotsosuremilord!"

Chrom just watched as Robin stuttered and spat out her answer in a hurry and buried her face in her hands in embarrassment at having to say such a thing. Chrom could feel the heat rising to his face. He was lonely? That was best excuse Lissa could come up with? Now he was looking more like a desperately lonely drunkard. Plus, she was making Robin look like one of those cheap courtesans who displayed themselves at brothels with the excuse of 'keeping men company'. Chrom groaned and slumped forward, burrowing his face in his hands, mirroring Robin's actions. Lissa, may Naga bless her pure soul.

"I… suppose that's one way to put it." He sighed, finally recovering from the embarrassment. "Although, if I were to put it in a more delicate way, I'd say that I am in need of someone as hardworking as you to help me with my… paperwork and other royal chores and at the same time, have someone to talk to as well." He coughed. Hopefully, that was a better reason that provided more delicacy and less innuendo. Of course, that was Frederick's duty, but Chrom could think of another excuse for that later.

"Would that be alright with you?"

"Y-Yes milord, that would be an honor." Robin said, showing him a sincere smile.

Chrom would have cherished that moment and continude staring, if not for Robin remembering something. She quickly rushed to his bedside with the same look Chrom remembered her carrying when she thought of a great strategy. "Prince Chrom, I was made aware of your daily schedule. Right now we need to hurry; your sisters might be waiting for you for breakfast. Would you like me to draw a bath for you milord? I shall also prepare a change of clothes for you. Please hurry now." She said, urging him to get out of bed. Once he did, he was surprised at how fast she worked. In one swift moment, his bed was already made, smooth and proper, as expected of Lissa's handmaid.

"I shall draw the bath now milord…" she said, patting her dress. Any hints of shyness that she carried just a while ago were gone. She suddenly sounded very professional. He laid a hand on her shoulder to catch her attention and she brought her eyes up to him in confusion. "No, I can do it myself. I don't want to stand idle waiting while you do it." He said. Chrom would bet that Robin could do it properly in less than five minutes and he wouldn't have to stay idle for too long. The reason he wanted to stop her was for purely personal reasons, and as much as possible, he would like to keep the words 'Robin', 'Chrom' and 'baths' away from each other. He suddenly found himself blushing to the tips of his ears and reminiscing a few unsavory moments.

"Y-You could just help me choose my change of clothes if that's alright." He stuttered.

"That would be an honor milord." She smiled, and he rushed out to his bath.

Half an hour later, he finds her standing outside his room waiting for him. They walked together for a short while until she excused herself, saying she had other chores to attend to while he ate breakfast with his sisters. Chrom, on the other hand, joined his sisters, both of whom were looking at him, suspiciously amused.

Emmeryn, thank Naga for Emmeryn, was not the kind of person to dig around for anything deemed too personal. Lissa, on the other hand, was a different story. Lissa, who had no sense of discretion, was grinning wide, from ear to ear.

All throughout breakfast, Lissa had been sending Chrom all kinds of impish grins and wiggly eyebrows for a reason Chrom did not want to ask. He found himself red in the face three minutes after he sat down to eat. Twice, he nearly choked on his food and on both accounts, Lissa nearly spat out her food laughing. Not very princess like, but that was Lissa for you, at least she tries.

Ten minutes after an awkward and embarrassing silence with drops of knowing hints (at least in Chrom's part), Lissa finally dropped the question. "So how are you two doing?" Chrom gulped and suddenly looked up at Lissa like a child caught with an embarrassing secret (which might probably be just the case).

"I heard there was uh… a rival, let's say, a certain orange haired thief with an unspeakable love for sweets that appeared." Lissa added, which gained Emmeryn's full attention. The question was not very precise, but Chrom was certain Lissa was talking about him and Robin and she was referring to Gaius. He couldn't really say anything about his and Robin's relationship progressing because the only time they had a decent conversation was nights ago and early this morning, and even that was about how Robin had a good sense of fashion.

"Robin is still nervous around me so I'm trying not to scare her too much. I don't want to rush any progress. A-And I don't see Gaius as a rival. That's absurd, why would we be rivals? My relationship with Robin is purely platonic; there is absolutely nothing to compete for." He answered, although the way he described his and Robin's relationship was obviously unsure and hesitating.

"Robin? I actually meant Sumia. Y'know, since I think you two look great together but recently I have been seeing Sumia with Gaius quite a lot. It's kind of worrying. Oh but if you want to talk about Robin, then that's fine too." Lissa chided, her head bowed to hide her smug grin, coughing slightly to stifle her laugh. Her shaking shoulders were a clear indication that she was laughing though. Emmeryn was looking at him with the same gentle smile she always had, but a raised eyebrow meant that she was just as amused at him.

Chrom inhaled sharply and reached for the goblet of water close to him. She was talking about Sumia? Chrom thought she could have been a bit more precise with her question. Chrom refused to speak all throughout the meal, momentarily forgetting his manners and stuffing his mouth full every time he was expected to speak. He was also the first to excuse himself after breakfast.

A.N.

This one took longer than expected. It happens when you've got college exams to worry about and your professors and college schedule is uncooperative so I'm so sorry for the long wait! My mind is all over the place so if you find the following chapters messier and even more sub-standard than usual, then that's just the effects of college exams I'm sorry, I'll get it together soon, promise. Really. I hope haha

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