Robin cried out with pain as Lissa tightened her corset, the princess's delicate fingers threading the complex strings with ease.

"Oh, stop being such a baby," the blonde murmured, concentrating on her task. Robin pouted but managed to stop squirming.

"I can't breathe," the tactician whined.

"Neither can I," Lissa admitted brightly.

Today was Maribelle and Henry's wedding, and for reasons Robin would never understand Maribelle had asked her to be a bridesmaid. She'd always had a tense relationship with the healer. Cordelia, Olivia, Cherche, Tiki, and Robin herself were all being forced to wear the same exact tight, skin bearing pink dress.

Lissa had managed to sneak away from Maribelle for a few moments in order to get Robin into the complicated dress. While the tactician was thankful for the help, she did wish she'd been allowed to wear Lissa's dress rather than her own- apparently the maid of honor got to wear a simple red dress. It looked beautiful on Lissa, and with her blonde haired curled about her shoulders she truly looked like the princess she was.

Robin, on the other hand, knew that she looked like anything but royalty. Lissa had braided her hair in a complicated updo in a matter of seconds, but it was hopeless. Without the protection of her oversized cloak, she felt desperately uncomfortable. This dress made her feel like she'd borrowed one of Nowi's outfits.

Lissa picked up on her mood in an instant, tugging again on the corset strings before beginning to tie the ends into a neat bow. "What's wrong?"

"I feel like a tramp," Robin grumbled, looking down at her bare legs with disgust. Lissa chuckled, finally finishing her task. She began tucking stray hairs into place atop Robin's head, much to the older woman's annoyance.

"You've never been one who cares what others think. And Libra's already seen you naked."

Robin stared at Lissa in horror, crossing her arms over her chest at the memory. "Lissa," she hissed through her teeth. Gods, she knew she shouldn't have told her about that…

"Sorry, sorry. It was just too perfect. But really, Robin, you have nothing to worry about. You look absolutely stunning."

Robin felt a bit better at her friend's sincere words, nodding towards the tent's opening. "We need to go. I'm sure Maribelle needs you."

Lissa winced and the two women walked out of her tent hurriedly.

Two hours later, the wedding was finally over and the party had begun. Henry looked very handsome in his suit. With his white hair and similar features, many of the Shepherds wondered if Robin and he were related. Donnel swore they were twins. They had no way of knowing, but Robin liked Henry well enough. She wouldn't mind being related to the dark mage- even if that made her inadvertently related to Maribelle, now, too.

Maribelle looked so happy, beautiful in her wedding gown. She and Henry danced about the room easily, looking as though they'd practiced together for hours together. Knowing Maribelle, they probably had.

Robin sat with the other bridesmaids as couples danced, including a very awkward looking Frederick and Lissa. None of the other girls looked as uncomfortable as she in her dress, with the exception of Tiki. The poor dragon kept tugging on the hem of her dress, trying to pull it down

The others all seemed at ease, though. Robin supposed that Olivia was used to it because of her dance clothes, but she never figured Cherche and Cordelia to be comfortable in anything but battle armor.

Robin' had nearly died of embarrassment as she stood next to altar, flowers in hand, with Libra in the second row watching her with a clearly amused expression. She avoided his gaze throughout the entire ceremony, her face probably as pink as her stupid dress.

At the party Libra kept mostly to himself, talking with Stalh and his wife Panne. Occasionally she would look across the room and catch him looking at her before quickly looking away.

"Robin," Olivia said meekly, leaning towards her, "Libra is coming over here…"

Robin looked up fearfully to see that Olivia was right. "Thanks," she whispered to the dancer gratefully. She played with a loose strand of her hair as Libra approached, the amused grin still on his face.

"I was wondering," he began slowly, "if you would care to dance?"

Robin glared up at him, crossing her arms stubbornly. "Sorry, but I can't really dance…"

"But I can."

With that, he grabbed her hand and practically pulled her out onto the dance floor. Robin looked up at him in panic, not knowing what to do at all. He chuckled and put his hand on the small of her back, causing a shiver to go up her spine. He positioned one of her hands on his shoulder and kept the other clasped tightly in his free hand, stepping forward so that her nose was brushing against his chest.

And then they were dancing. It wasn't very difficult; Libra did most of the work while she tried to ignore the stares of the other Shepherds. She felt rather small and short next to him; her head barely passed his shoulder.

He leaned down as the song ended and a new one began, his breath tickling her ear. "I like your dress very much," he said. She gave him a sour expression, refusing to respond to that.

He chuckled at her stubbornness, making her accidentally step on his foot. Libra sighed, leaning to whisper into her ear once more. "All jests aside, I do think you look absolutely gorgeous."

Robin looked up at him suspiciously to find him smiling down at her sincerely. She returned the smile slowly, laying her head heavily on his shoulder.

They danced for a while longer before everyone sent Henry and Maribelle off to their now shared tent with a shower of rice; Vaike throwing the stuff directly into Henry's smiling face.

The remaining Shepherds all headed off to their own tents, everyone conversing about the beautiful wedding. Libra and she silently began making their way to her tent; Libra reached out about halfway and taking her cold hand.

Robin had to keep her elation at this off of her face, disappointment flooding her as they reached their destination. She didn't let go of his hand, and he didn't either. They looked at each other for a long moment. Robin curled a strand of her hair around her finger while Libra drew random designs on the back of her hand with his thumb, an artist's habit.

"I should probably leave."

"Yeah."

"I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Uh-huh."

Libra smiled at her, squeezing her hand before releasing it. "Hey, wait," she blurted out, "Uh, my hands been hurting lately. Do you think you could look at it?"

Libra raised an eyebrow but shrugged, gently pulling the bandage off her hand and looking at the faint scar. "Completely healed," he announced, stuffing the bandage in his pocket.

"Oh… must've been my imagination."

"I'm sure," he said in amusement, dropping her hand once more.

Robin sighed, missing his warmth as he made his way to his tent. If anyone was going to make a move, it would have to be her. "Libra?"

He turned, his blonde hair as white as her own in the moonlight. He was so handsome, and she was in love with him. She hadn't really admitted that to herself, but she did now. It was probably the influence of the wedding on her, but she was feeling sentimental at the moment.

"Yes?" he asked, watching her wearily as she approached him. She tried to warn him with her eyes, tilting her head slightly and standing on her tip-toes; she pressed her palms against his chest and simply hovered close to him for a moment, giving him a chance to back away if he wanted to.

He didn't.

She leaned forward and pressed her lips firmly against his. He didn't respond at first, but after a moment he parted his lips slightly. Robin felt a thrill of victory, it made her bold. She caught his lower lip tenderly between her teeth, feeling him tense up beneath her hands.

They pulled away after a few moments, Robin pressing her face into his chest. Her heart was beating so loudly that she was sure he could hear it. Curious, she looked up to see his reaction. He had pensive look on his face. He noticed her looking at him and wrapped his arms uncertainly about her waist.

"Libra?"

"Yes?"

"I love you," she admitted casually.

"I can tell."

She laughed.