I feel like this chapter is pretty short, but all Owain's support gave me was 'I'M A DUMBASS'...really, Owain. You make me write this shit. I love you, but God Damn. Pretty sure future chapters about Owain will be 10x better...

Owain I ~My Weakness~

"You eluded my defences and pierced my heart! It seems I've finally found…my weakness."

Owain had a problem. He had a big problem. He just felt…sick…

The worst part was that he had no idea what was wrong with him. He could only grumble to his mother. She seemed to know what was wrong with him, but she…she LAUGHED.

"Oh my Gosh, Owain! You must get this obliviousness off your father!"

"M-Mother, why are you laughing?! This is serious!"

"It is SOOOOOO not serious. My gosh, I think you need to figure this out for yourself."

"Wait, mother! Don't go! I need your staff! HELP ME."

He was mad at her for that. Very mad. But he didn't have much choice but to listen to her and try and figure this out…alone…

All this stress just made him let out the biggest sigh he'd ever given.

"Lissa was right…you really are down."

"ACK!"

With how he felt right now, he did not need a heart attack to top it all off.

Behind him stood the Shepard's tactician, Robin, who looked a little surprised that Owain had practically jumped out of his own skin when she turned up. Really, she didn't mean to scare him. Normally he was the one scaring everyone else by doing stupid stuff…

"Sorry to sneak up on you like that…"

Now, here came the real issue. The only thing Owain knew about his new illness was that it had something to do with Robin. It was whenever she was around or whenever he thought about her that it got worse. His chest felt tight and warm, his stomach would hurt and his mind would pretty much go blank…

To everyone reading this, it would be pretty obvious what was 'wrong' with Owain. But, clearly, he had NO idea what his body was trying to tell him and he assumed it to be some illness.

"No, it's fine…"

"My statement still stands, though. You don't look so good…"

"I'm not feeling so good. What's worse is that I have no idea why."

"Well, dropping your theatrical speeches must mean you really are ill…here, let me check for a fever-" "N-No! Don't touch me!"

Robin looked surprised when Owain had brought his hand up and roughly slapped her own away from him. He slapped her wrist so hard that it actually hurt her…only a little, but still, that wasn't the point. "O-Owain?"

"A-Ah…S-Sorry…I-I didn't mean to…"

"It's fine…you didn't need to react so badly, though…I was trying to help you."

"I-I just...I know! I'm thankful you wanted to help, but…it's not helping!"

"I don't quite follow…"

Well, neither did he, but oh well. "All I know about this illness is that it's centred on you! When I see you, my stomach and chest both hurt! So…you coming near me like that just makes it worse!"

"Uh…huh…no wonder Lissa was laughing so much…"

"What?"

"Nothing. Owain…is there anything else?"

"You might know what this is? Oh, please tell me!"

"Explain more, first. Like…what does the pain feel like?"

She had to be sure this was what she and Lissa clearly thought it was before she went and embarrassed the poor fool… "Well…it doesn't exactly HURT, per say…Just feels…awkward. Like a stomach ache or butterflies. And my head gets all fuzzy. I can't think straight. But, I know this is about you and if you know what it is I need help, Robin!"

He was beginning to sound more and more like Yarne with each word out of his usually theatrical mouth…and that felt…sad.

"This is all when I turn up?"

"Yes! And then I can't stop thinking about you for ages and it makes it worse!"

"Okay…Owain. Do something for me and just THINK. You see me and your stomach and chest hurt…then you can't stop thinking about me, correct?"

"Yeeeeeees?"

"…THINK ABOUT IT."

An awkward silence filled the air around the two as Owain tapped his finger against his chin, genuinely thinking, quite hard, about his symptoms.

It took a few minutes, too…during his thinking time, Robin could only rub her temples before she spotted Owain's face slowly turning red.

"W-Well, uh…this is-" "Embarrassing? Quite. When I woke up, I didn't think I'd have to help a man figure out he's in love with me."

"So that's really it?! Love?! By the mullet of Ike, you must be right! I-I…I think I know why mother was laughing, now…"

She couldn't help but keep rubbing her temples. Owain was a test of her patience. Constantly. "Yes, well, think how I must feel…your mother was the one who told me to check up on you…knowing your mother wanted me to be the one to tell you is…well, it's embarrassing!"

"I…I see what you mean…"

Another awkward silence overcame the two…and they just seemed to stand there, neither daring to look the other in the eye… "…Well…now that this is sorted…I'm afraid I must take my leave-"

"Wait, Robin!"

Before she could even turn to leave, a hand roughly took her own and she ended up being forced to look at Owain. Who was now…on one knee- Oh, this can only end well.

A sparkle was in his eye as he smiled up at the tactician; "Oh, Robin…Now that I have figured out my feelings for you, I must…I must request for your hand in marriage! I…I couldn't forgive myself if some fiendish man came and stole you away before I had the chance…Which is why I'm grateful to you…because if you hadn't come, I wouldn't have figured out my own feelings…"

"Owain, please stop."

"B-But-"

"Do not start getting so dramatic. If you're gonna propose, just say it. Gods, you do enjoy your drama…I guess that's one of the many charming aspects of you, though…"

"Charming?" The blond practically leapt to his feet, grinning at the woman, his hands still grasping hers, tight. His hands felt…warm. "Am I…charming enough to marry, then?"

"I'd…I'd definitely say yes."

"Truly? Oh, Robin…You have made me the happiest man in all of Ylisse!"

THUMP. "DAMN STRAIGHT."

The two jumped and quickly turned their head to a nearby bush, only to have both of their faces explode in embarrassment as they realized that Lissa had just jumped straight out of her hiding place, twigs and leaves in her hair and scuffs on her clothing.

"M-Mother?!"

"Lissa, what do you think you're doing?! Eavesdropping?!"

"Well, I want Owain to be happy. He's my son, yeah? If he wants to marry you but didn't even realize it, then I figured he needed a good push! Just…wanted to make sure he got the push."

"Lissa…"

"Plus, you'd make sure my grandchildren don't turn out as dramatic and oblivious as he does…"

"Mother!"

"Hey, it's true, young man." Both Robin and Owain were terribly embarrassed. Yet, Owain still hadn't let go of Robin's hand. If anything, his grip had tightened. "Hey, this means I'm your mother-in-law now Robin!"

"Lissa, please stop…"