I think there'll be about five chapters in total. :)

Robin tapped her fingers anxiously against the wooden tabletop, looking at the entrance to the mess hall for the tenth time. She sighed quietly and turned her attention to her dinner, twirling her spoon in her soup distractedly. It was nearly dark out, and he still hadn't shown up...

"Robin?"

"Huh…?" She turned her attention to Chrom slowly, her chin pressed into her palm. The prince frowned. "I've asked you three times now if you're feeling alright…"

"Oh. Yeah, I'm fine." She assured him, looking again around the room. Lissa followed her gaze to the door and grinned, elbowing her roughly in the ribs.

"She's just waiting for someone, Chrom," the blonde said suggestively, blowing kisses at Robin as the tactician rubbed her side. For such a little thing, Lissa sure could leave a bruise. Chrom sifted uncomfortably on the wooden bench.

"Ah… okay. I'll see you later, then."

With that the prince hurried away, Lissa sliding into his place next to Robin immediately. She put her slender arm around Robin, leaning close to her ear to whisper: "So who's the lucky guy?"

Robin tried to keep a straight face, but failed horribly after a few moments of looking at Lissa's eager grin. The princess's smile was contagious. "I have not a clue to what you're referring to," Robin mumbled, crossing her arms tightly across her chest.

Lissa pouted. "Alright, if you won't tell me, I'll guess!" Robin groaned, pulling her hood up and resting her forehead on the table. "I'm going to assume it's not anyone's who already married…"

Robin lifted her head for a moment to shoot her friend a glare. The princess giggled, tapping her finger against her lip.

"Gaius?"

"No."

"Not Freddy!" Lissa gasped in dramatic shock, shoving her ring finger under Robin's nose so she could see her wedding band. The tactician sighed. "No. Of course not."

"I was only kidding about the first two. I already know who it is," Lissa said, making Robin lift her head once more. "Really?" She asked anxiously, biting her lip.

"Libra."

Robin's jaw dropped, causing the princess to laugh victoriously. "You're not so hard to read, Robin." Robin considered that, finally shrugging. Lissa was loyal, even if she did spend a fair amount of time painting with Libra. She was sure she could keep her secret.

"I don't know what to do," she confessed, her grey eyes dropping pitifully to her lap. Lissa was probably not the best person to be asking for romantic advice, but she was her closest female friend. And she was married, even if she was married to Frederick. That had to count for something.

"Well, first of all, you should defiantly borrow one of my dresses," Lissa teased, poking her in the arm. They had a running joke about Robin's over sized, old cloak. Lissa hated it, she loved it.

"And then maybe you could just try to spend some more time with him?"

Robin considered this. "Thanks, Lissa," she finally said, grinning at her friend.

Lissa suddenly stood, patting the top of Robin's head as she walked away. "Your beloved is here," she sang, walking over to the entrance of the mess hall. Robin watched in horror as the blonde talked to Libra for a moment, quickly pointing at Robin. Libra nodded and made his way gracefully to her table. Robin noticed with a little thrill that he chose to sit directly next to her rather than across the table.

"Good evening," Libra said in his quiet voice, a bit of his blonde hair falling into his silvery eyes. Robin caught her breath, before quickly collecting her senses.

Her confidence returned to her slowly. She was the tactician of a successful army. Her friend's lives were in her hands on a daily basis; she could handle talking to this gentle man. Even if the mere sight of him made her feel nervous…

"How are you doing?" She asked in what she hoped was a cool tone. "Well," Libra said with a small smile, biting into the apple he'd brought with him. They sat in companionable silence while he ate, Robin tapping her fingers against the table restlessly.

After a few minutes of the drumming, Libra's large hand covered hers, flattening it against the table. She looked up in him in surprise. "Lots of energy today?" He asked softly, squeezing her fingers lightly before releasing his grip.

Robin squared her shoulders and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, remembering Lissa's advice from earlier. "Oh… I guess. I was actually wondering. Would you be interested in… perhaps training with me tomorrow?"

Libra blinked. "Training? Of course." Robin grinned broadly, looking around the hall. Everyone was gone, with the exception of Miriel, who was writing frantically in her journal. "We should probably, you know, be going now-"

Libra nodded in agreement, standing up swiftly and offering her his hand. The tactician struggled to not smile, trying to look indifferent as she stood with his assistance.

He held her hand for a moment before dropping it, walking beside her slowly as they made their way outside. It was nearly pitch black out; late already.

Robin sighed. No matter how nice a day had been, it always had to end. She wondered how many beautiful days she'd lost when she'd lost her memory. She considered that sadly for a moment before turning her eyes to Libra, who was looking ahead. He was certainly good-looking. Many considered him to be womanly, which Robin could understand, but he also had many manly features. He was a good foot taller than her, with broad shoulders and large hands.

His facial features were very sharp and defined, not soft and rounded like a typical woman. He was quite thin, his hips nearly as narrow as hers. But he was a great deal stronger than Robin, she knew from watching him in battle.

He turned to catch her staring, a soft smile on his lips. His eyebrow rose questioningly, and Robin shrugged. "Just admiring… you," she admitted honestly. Libra chuckled, shaking his head. "You flatter me," he muttered, a bit of color rising into his face.

"You're very handsome," she added a bit teasingly, stopping in front of her tent. He paused, looking down at her uncertainly. "So, training tomorrow?" He asked uneasily, his blush deepening at her last comment.

"Yeah. Right after lunch, okay? Don't keep me waiting."

Libra nodded, looking in the direction of his tent and then back at her. "Wouldn't dream of it."

Robin grinned and clenched her fists, wincing when her injured hand tingled. "Well, see you tomorrow," she said brightly, taking a step towards her tent. Libra nodded once more. "Yes, sleep well," he muttered.

She stepped into her tent, flopping down unto her unmade bed. She had always been indecisive, at least since she'd woken up in that field. She agonized over decisions before she finally made them. She considered now that she hadn't decided to like Libra at all. Nothing about it was forced; it felt so natural to love him. She doubted she would change her mind about this, either.