Robin looked up from his dreary paperwork upon hearing a knock on the door. Eager for a break, he beckoned his visitor to come in, and he was elated at who had come by. Though, he still could not help but smile at the fact that his wife still felt the need to knock before entering his office.
"I thought you might be hungry so I brought us some lunch," she walked in with a tray full of small sandwiches. He loved her sandwiches even though he had told her time and time again that she did not have to make him food, but she insisted and he enjoyed the fruits of her labor.
"Thank you," he made to clear a space on his desk, "Chrom asked me to look into this tax reform, and I could really use a break. One of these days I really need to tell him that I'm a tactician, not an accountant," he earned a slight giggle from his wife which made his day.
They continued to chat about the various goings on in their lives, but Robin was continually distracted by her choice of attire. It was a simple, loose, white sundress-common fare since the fighting ended-but she also wore a long sleeve shirt underneath which had also become common fare.
The odd part of all that was that it was the dead of summer. Even he had foregone his signature coat due to the sheer heat, yet she chose to wear a long sleeve shirt under her dress. It was not like the thing was sheer and needed a shirt either.
"Aren't you hot?" Robin finally decided to ask her about her odd choice of clothing, "Those sleeves can't be comfortable in this weather."
She suddenly got flustered and stretched the sleeves down further, "I-I'm fine."
Robin raised his brow. That was a suspicious reaction to say the least, but he decided against pressing her further. After that, they talked a little longer, but Lucina seemed distracted before she eventually left him to his work.
Not that he got a lot of work done. He was far too curious now. Thinking back, he was not sure that he had ever even seen her show her arms. During the war, she almost always wore her battle attire, and ever since she had somehow avoided showing hardly any skin. Even when they were…close, it was always dark and she woke before him.
His first thought was to chalk it up to her self-consciousness. She always seemed to think that she was not as beautiful as some of the other women since she was not as…endowed as some of them. Of course, he repeatedly told her that was rubbish, but she continued to wear baggy, loose, or otherwise non-form-fitting clothes-her battle clothes were a bit deceptive despite fitting tight as they did hide her figure with leather armor.
To be fair, he did not mind this too much since it meant less men leering at his wife, but now he wondered if she was willing to put herself through blistering heat just because she was down on herself. If that was the case, then that simply would not do.
A plan already forming in his mind, he stood and made his way out of the castle and into town.
Robin breathed deep as he prepared to enter their private quarters with a bouquet of freshly picked flowers. They were more vibrant than what he picked when he confessed his feelings to her, but he threw in a daisy here and there as it had sort of become their flower.
He walked into their quarters to find Lucina looking into the full body mirror in the corner of the room. She appeared to be adjusting her sleeves rather frantically leading him to believe that she had rolled them up for whatever reason.
"I brought you some flowers," he offered weakly. She quickly took the bouquet and gave them a quick whiff while delicately caressing one of the white daisies.
"They're lovely," she smiled, "But what is the occasion? Surely you are not confessing a second time."
"No," Robin chuckled a little, proud that she was working on her humor, "No, I-uh, you know that I love you, right?"
"Yes," she replied a bit skeptically, not sure where this was going.
"Do you also know that I think you're beautiful?"
Lucina's face heated up this time, "So you keep saying."
"Lucina," he decided to just go with the direct approach, "Why do you never show your arms?"
"Huh?"
"Lucina, I'm your husband, and I've never even seen your arms. You don't have risk a heat stroke to hide yourself. I don't want you forcing yourself to be uncomfortable."
"T-that is sweet," she blushed thinking deeply for a moment before sighing as she began to peel back her left sleeve. What Robin saw, he was not expecting. Her arm was covered in scars ranging from small scratches to painful looking burn marks, and if he were to guess, a lot of the rest of her body bore similar marks, "Staves and potions were in short supply in my world," she explained without looking him in the eye as he quickly realized that he should have figured that out, "They were saved for those who needed them most. At the time, I thought little of it, but after my feelings for you grew stronger, I became acutely aware of my…disfigurement, and was afraid that if you saw them then you may not...be attracted to me. I already found it hard to believe that you could find me attractive as it was, but if you saw…this, well…" her voice trailed off weakly and she began to roll the sleeve back down, but Robin caught her as she did so.
"Lucina," he used his free hand to tilt her face up to look him in the eyes, "Do you really think me so shallow as to stop loving you because of some…minor imperfection?"
"Not anymore, no," she responded meekly, "But these also serve as reminders of my past life, and they seem so out of place in my new life here, with you."
"Lucina," Robin chuckled, "Don't worry about being out of place, we're a pretty strange lot," she giggled as well, "But," he took on a more serious tone, "Don't ever think that I will stop loving you just because you have a few scars."
"Thank you," her eyes started to water as she lunged into a tight embrace and mumbled into his shoulder, "I love you."
"And I you," he gently stroked her hair, "And I you."
A/N: I had another sad story planned, but after the past two in here, it was probably time for some lighter fluff. As for the scarring thing, I'm going with the assumption here that healing magic does not leave scars so Robin naturally was not expecting it as they were usually healed before the wounds could scar.
Anyways, let me know what you think of the fluff, and if you want that sad story next or a lighter one.
