Hey guys! A day late on my day-to-day schedule, but I do what I want. Anyways, enjoy plebs! -ThatOneGuyThatWrite
Robin woke up in his hotel room, the room dark ave for the single stream of light coming from the window to his left. He blinked a few times to clear his vision, something was...different. The he felt a pressure on his chest, constricting his breathing. His face contorted in confusion, looking downwards.
Robin's face changed into a massive smile. Sleeping soundly on his chest, looking similar to cat curled up, was his wife, Severa. The blonde warrior had curled in his chest after their night, relatively clothed.
The blanket was wrapped around her frame, showing off some of her curves. The fabric slipped on her shoulder, exposing her bare shoulder blade. Robin leaned forward, kissing her shoulder. The blonde stirred slightly, moaning lightly in her daze. Robin moved up closer to her neck, kissing the skin softly. Once again, Severa moaned lightly and curled her head towards her chest, a blush beginning to form on her face. Robin moved up once again, nipping lightly at her earlobe.
This caused the blonde to completely awaken, blinking in confusion just as Robin had done seconds earlier. Severa shifted her body, causing Robin to groan at the sensation under the blanket. She looked up wards at Robin, eyes still confused.
All at once Severa blushed a very deep red and pulled the blanket tighter around her. "JERK! Don't look..." She trailed off, refusing to make eye contact with her husband. Since the two had gotten married at a relatively young age, Robin being somewhere between twenty and twenty-five, and Severa approaching her nineteenth birthday, neither of them had much experience with the opposite sex.
For Robin, this was due to his amnesia, only remembering to three years ago when Chrom had found him just outside Southtown. Severa on the other hand, she wished she could forget her past. Since the blonde had traveled from the future-past with Lucina and the others, Robin knew her story already. The blonde had spent all of her life from a very young age fighting against Grima, the Fell Dragon.
In a last-ditch attempt to stop this inevitable future from ever occurring, Naga used the last of her divine powers to send the small group back in time. This let the Shepherds have even more experienced fighters and a way to receive knowledge from the future. This gave Robin great glee, he could predict some enemy movements and avoid some fights altogether using some deception.
Severa had no time for pleasantries or dating in her life, constantly fighting the Risen as well as trying to find just enough food to not starve. It pained Robin to know that his wife had gone through so much suffering, and Robin tried as much as he could to make time for her.
Ever since their hasty marriage, Robin's duties as Grandmaster had gotten in the way of some quality time with his wife. At times he regretted rushing into marriage only to deny her at times. Times like this however, were sometimes made difficult by Severa's inferiority complex.
The blonde had issues trying to live up to her mother's reputation as Knight-Commander of the Pegasus Knights. Always being praised as a "Genius," or other various compliments, Severa could never live up to those expectations. To deal with this, in her own way, Severa became snarky and rude to all, to this day Robin couldn't quite figure out why. He merely guessed that it kept other from bothering her and comparing her to her mother, which is also why Severa refused to take the reins of a pegasus.
Robin looked down at his wife, seeing only a shy and loving woman, whereas a large amount of fellow soldiers saw her as a rude and inconsiderate girl.
"Robin! Stop staring..." Severa spoke finally, gazing off into the back of the couch. Robin blushed and turned his head to the side, smiling the whole time. Severa reached forward and placed a delicate kiss on Robin's cheek and a whispered, "Thank-you..."
Robin turned back towards her, capturing her with a swift kiss on the lips. The two stayed that way for quite some time, breaking for air only when needed. Their faces both burning red, and grasped at each others bodies for more.
-Until a loud knock was heard at the door. Robin recovered his breath quickly before speaking in a failed attempt to remain calm. "W-who's there?" Robin asked. "Its Cordelia." A firm voice spoke from the other side of the door.
Robin paled.
Robin sat in the back of the slow-moving medical wagon. He glanced back and fourth at the crates containing various healing staffs and tinctures as they bounced along with the cart on the bumpy road.
"Stop turning your head!" A bright voice spoke beside him, giggling slightly at the end. Robin turned his head towards the floor, complying with the blonde cleric's orders. The princess, also trained in the healing arts, was currently fixing a large gash on Robin's right cheek.
"So...you got this from slipping and hitting your head?" Lissa asked with a large and knowing smile. Robin sighed for the hundredth time that morning. "Yes Lissa." He said calmly, hoping she would drop it.
The princess began to laugh louder, "Honestly you don't have to lie, half of us saw Cordelia chasing you with a lance through the courtyard." Lissa broke out into snorts and uncontrollable laughter.
"Ya-ya, laugh it up princess..." Robin spoke with a downcast tone, hoping he could just disappear after all the teasing he got from the other male Shepherds. Lissa chose this time to forcefully apply a stinging medical paste to his cut, causing Robing to gasp and bring a hand to his face.
"He-he!" Lissa giggled as she finished fixing Robin up, "Whoops, guess I slipped~" She said cheerfully. Robin sighed as he hopped off the carriage and re-joined the marching Shepherds. Receiving a clap on the back from Gaius, Robin sighed...it was going to be a long day.
"That's why we should at least stop there on the way back to Valm." Robin concluded, the war council listening quietly to the man. "I trust you with my life Robin," Chrom began. "But is it really a good idea to make a day's trip north just on a rumor of a powerful artifact?" The blue-haired exalt asked.
Robin looked around the room, looking at each person individually, the East-Khan Falvia, Virion, Chrom, Lucina, and Frederick. "The Feroxi army can hold the Valmese at least one more day, and if this turns out to be true who knows what kind of power we could get?" Robin left the statement hang in the air for a moment before Flavia spoke.
"Sure! My boys can hold the line, in fact I bet they have loved every minute of this!" She spoke enigmatically. Robin mentally smiled, the Feroxi were a culture based completely around war, they sure would love this entire conflict to continue for another decade.
Ferderick turned to Chrom. "Milord I do not think this is wise, after all Robin is-" Frederick spoke with a flat and calculated voice. "No Frederick, if it is only one day then there will be no major setbacks. Just in case, however, send a runner to the ships at Port Ferox and warn them of out lateness." Chrom finished with a wave of his hand.
With the meeting finally over Robin returned to his tent and lay down, still too embarrassed to meet face-to-face with Severa. His wife, on the other hand, had other plans. Hearing the fabric of his tent shift, Robin looked to see his wife standing awkwardly in the entrance. Severa refused to make eye contact, instead staring intently at his desk and rubbing her arm on her other elbow.
"Hello Severa?" Robin spoke it as a question, leaving the air filled with awkward tension. Severa finally spoke up, still not making eye contact with Robin. "So I had a big fight with my mom..." Severa trailed off.
Robin wasn't fazed by those words, his wife has a had verbal wars at times with her mother. Cordelia wasn't originally a strict person, but after gaining leadership of the Pegasus Knights and a future daughter, she took the role quite seriously. Evidence of which lay on Robin's face, covered by a white bandage.
Robin let the silence linger, prompting Severa to continue with a gesture. "A-and I decided that, speaking from a purely tactical viewpoint, that it would be easier to travel if there were less tents. So...I kinda told my mom that I was moving in your tent, which explains this-" Severa said quietly while kicking in a large bag filled with her belongings. "And she yelled at me, so I yelled at her some more.""
Robin stood and wrapped Severa in a hug, who was now beginning to tear up. "A-and then dad took me out shopping and I bought too much and I'm wasting his money and now they hate me and-and-and..." Severa trailed off with a sob and a stream of tears marking her face.
Robin hugged her closer, bringing the blonde towards his bed and sitting her down. "I''m sure that they love you, no matter what, after all that is the job of parents. Even if Cordelia isn't particularly happy with me right now, I'm sure she couldn't get any more distant from me!" Robin spoke happily.
Robin slashed another Risen to the ground, the creature disappearing in a large purple cloud. As the risen began to die off by means of the Shepherds and their large armament of deadly weapons, Robin thought he saw a small figure being attacked by a Risen. He moved towards its location, stepping int a large corridor in the ruins.
Something seemed familiar about the small warrior, the person was using a familiar fighting style. Robin couldn't quite place where he had seen it before, but it itched at his mind of how much he had seen it before.
Robin looked closer as the figure cut down the last Risen attacking him or her, examining the clothing. The white-haired tactician noticed that the coat was very similar to his own, the patterns matching his almost exactly. The only difference this coat was easily a hand-me-down, as it was ripped and torn in several places and matted with blood and dirt.
As the figure drew their sword from the dead creature, the hood fell down, revealing and obviously feminine face with short blonde hair. The figure turned in Robin's direction, eyes widening. Robin took a step back as the girl raced towards him shouting something incomprehensible.
Robin noticed that girl seemed to be no threat, her weapon sheathed and the smile on her face obvious reasons. The man noticed that she seemed to be quite young, Robin would guess close to the age of twelve to fourteen.
Robin took a hesitant step back as the figure drew within five feet, unsure of what to do. The girl slammed into Robin's stomach with the force of a steel arrow, knocking the wind out of him and slamming him into the ground. The blonde girl began to cry and smile at the same time, hugging him tightly.
Robin could only make out one word that she repeated over and over again, "Father."