Final Fantasy XII – Ashe/Al-Cid

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"You really think it's supposed to go on that long?" Vaan asked Penelo, whose face was turning redder and redder by the second.

"I don't know," she replied, "Al-Cid said it was the way you welcome a friend on their first visit to your home in Rozarria."

Vaan cocked his head to the side, watching Ashe's hand ball up into a fist as Al-Cid kissed her cheeks and the corners of her lips again and again. Needless to say, life in Rozarria differed from Dalmasca quite a bit. "Do you think he was lying?"

"Why would he lie to Ashe?" Penelo's eyes widened. "Oh no, I think he's going to try and…"

The sound of Ashe's gloved hand slapping the Rozarrian aristocrat almost hurt his ears. "That's enough!" Ashe fumed. "I feel all too welcome!"

Al-Cid stepped back, rubbing his sore cheek. He turned away from the furious Queen of Dalmasca and looked in their direction. Penelo clung to his arm then. "You don't suppose he's going to welcome us, do you?"