A/N: posting this now because I can't sleep~ Written the same time as an English essay so it may be a little...holey and unorganized. I think it's fine. Sorry about not posting for forever, I fractured my motivation. :/ To help with that I'm writing a series of these for all the spotless characters, starting with Priam. Because they don't get enough love! Also thank you to everyone who reviewed/followed you are wonderful:))

Abbadont: Don't worry, you're fine! I love getting requests. Please don't be afraid to ask. Yours will be the next chapter! :)

alone

RobinxPriam

We give each other purpose.

Robin smiled to herself as she folded the last of her load of laundry. It was a service she loved to do, and for any member of the army, because it made her feel like a homemaker. A wife. A mother. At the moment, she was alone. While most others in the army shared a tent, she had one all to herself. Which was great, but she had begun to feel...lonely.

Sure, she was mother to everyone in the army, but like most women, she wanted something more personal.

Just walking around camp made her heart tighten with jealousy. She saw Panne washing baby Yarne in a metal tub just outside their tent, laughing with him as he splashed. She saw Lissa and Sumia chiding Owain and Cynthia for some misadventure. Nowi rocked her tiny Nah, and even Sully tried to play catch with a toddling Kjelle.

There had been opportunities for her to start a family in the past. All her life (the one she could remember, anyway), she'd been surrounded by extremely marriagable men. But nothing between her and them had ever felt right, and on by one they all ended up married. Except her.

When she asked the future children about it, they all just seemed worried, and refused to say anything.

"Miss Robin?"

"Hm?"

The gruff voice startled her out of her thoughts. She looked up, and realized she was face to chest with a tall, muscled, blue haired man. Her schreech made his face turn red, and his eyes turn apologetic.

"M-my apologizes, Miss, I seem to do that a lot, sneak up on people. It wasn't my intention to scare you."

"It's okay," Robin muttered, holding her hand over her heart to calm its erratic beat. "I shouldn't have screamed."

The man was Priam, one of their newest recruits. Just from the looks of him, he would be a great asset in the fight against Grima. Chrom was still recovering from their fight.

He took her other hand in his and kissed the knuckle. "It is an honor to be accepted into such a noble group of people, led by such a noble lady."

It was Robin's turn to blush. "Oh, no, no," she waved her hands rapidly. "I'm no noble lady. That's Chrom. Er, no, he's not a lady! I mean-" She sighed, wondering what could possibly be making her so flustered. "He's the leader. I'm just the tactician."

Priam laughed, a deep, genuine laugh that did no good for her heart. "I'm sure you're more than that. My men called you the warrior goddess. I have to agree, the way your magic lit up the field and your commands moved even the greatest of men to action."

She let out a strained laugh and felt her knees wobble. "That's a little much.."

His calloused hand dropped hers, and he turned to the load of laundry she'd been folding with a suspicious eye. "Is this...mine?"

"Yes. It looked like it needed mending. And a good scrubbing..."

"T-that was unnecessary." He turned away so she couldn't see his face. She laughed, and picked up the pile of clothes to hand to him. "Take these. Perhaps you'll find some way to return the favor."

He accepted them shyly, and started to turn away. Then he paused, as if thinking, and said,"The only thing I can offer you are lessons in the way of the sword. Your magic capabilities were extraordinary, but if you are to fight, you must be physically ready."

Robin wrapped her hands around her middle under her coat and stuttered, "You want to teach me?"

"It's nothing personal! Just a thank you," he asserted. "Aside from my lessons with you, I would ask to remain left alone."

This struck a cord in Robin's heart. "Being alone isn't so great," she whispered.

She expected him to ask what she'd said, but he was silent. Either he hadn't heard at all, or he was ignoring her. Priam gave her one last nod and walked away.

Under Robin's hand, her heart still hadn't stopped fluttering.

"Priam...w-what is this..."

It was after one of their training sessions. Both of them were sweaty and exhausted, but he'd dropped a tiny box in the palm of her hand.

"It's a...a thank you present."

She raised an eyebrow. "That's what you said the first time we talked."

He cursed under his breath. "You are persistent! Fine. It's a token of my...affection."

They were silent for a long moment. Robin put a hand over her mouth, feeling her face heat up. Their eyes stayed locked on each other, until she finally said, "Yes, I'll marry you."

"W-what? Really?" He let out a whoop of laughter, and picked her up. She clung to his arms as he sent her spinning through the air, then crushed her to his chest in a tight embrace.

"This is the happiest day of my life," both of them gushed at the same time. They broke down in fits of laughter, ready for the start of their lives together.

"Robin!"

I'll let the world burn before I see you hurt.

He was too late. Her body had fallen, and already pieces of ash were floating in the air away from her.

"I failed you. I broke my promise," he cried as he reached her, and fell to his knees.

"No. It was I who-" she shuddered, and began to disappear even faster. "Please, don't be..."

He strained to catch her last word, reaching to the sky, desperately trying to cling to her fading form.

"...lonely."

I love you. We gave each other purpose. Remember that, always.