Robin paced in her room, trying to find a way to occupy herself. She had tried to read (too boring), come up with some strategies (she lost all 7 rounds), and even tried to go on a walk around the castle grounds (she was found by Olivia and Maribelle and pushed back into her room).

How long does she have to wait until she can leave? She was beginning to get antsy. She sat down on her bed, only to jump back up again when she heard the door open. Lissa skipped through the door, humming and smiling.

"Al~righty Robin!" She opened her wardrobe up, revealing the bar minimum that was hung up. "Are you ready for a good time with Chrom?"

"Uh, I'm not so sure what you mean Lissa." Robin crossed her arms. She felt peeved, but she felt her lips quirk up in a small smile. "I've been stuck in my room for half of the day, oblivious to what is happening or what will happen to me."

"Oh this won't do…or this either." Lissa muttered to herself. She had already thrown out half of her closet and then shook her head. "Don't worry Robin, I have everything under control. It's a good thing I was prepared for this moment. Ok Emm, bring them in!"

Within a second, Robin's room was filled with maids and the Exalt herself, dresses lay across each arm. She was shocked to see so many different colors and variations between them all.

"My apologies Robin," Emmeryn came near to stand by her, giving a small squeeze to her arm. "I tried to stop Lissa, but she's very motivated and interested in this date of yours."

"Well, duh!" Lissa was scouting the dresses holding them up and comparing them on Robin. "It is our brother she is going out with tonight."

Emmeryn's face lit up with both surprise and delight.

"Oh, I had no idea! Lissa you should have told me this sooner or I would have a different kind of dress prepared."

"Oh no, not you too Emm." Robin groaned, a smile coming on her lips. She sat down in a chair and watched the two girls try to pick out the seemingly perfect dress. She appreciated the time the girls took to help her and she was rather happy to have some sisterly connection between the three of them. Is this how a family would act? If she had siblings, did she have a good time like this as well?

After almost an hour of picking the final dress and preparing a small amount of makeup that Lissa had brought, Robin was shooed off into the courtyard. She felt many eyes on her as she made her way down the various hallways. She felt so conscious of her body and exposed skin. Maybe that's why she wore her coat-to avoid stares and looks. The satin dress the girls picked out for her swished against her legs.

It was a simple one. An off the shoulder dress that complimented her hair and body. She had added her own twist by adding her shirt underneath and another purple skirt to go under the white camisole. They insisted they do her hair, but she promptly refused. She began to feel knots in her stomach. What if she looked bad? Would Chrom laugh when he saw her? Her stomach felt tight and her hands were sweaty. Oh gods, she thought. I'm going to vomit.

"Robin?"

Robin looked up from her path and met eyes with Chrom. He was standing next to the garden fountain; half of his hair was slicked back on one side and his attire was different. Instead of sporting a one sleeve tunic, he wore a plain white sleeveless shirt with matching bottoms. He also wore a long coat over it, which was embellished by the brand of the Exalt. It was a lighter color than his usual dark blue and his worn-out cape was replaced with a brand new white one, decorated with a bronze shoulder plate. He seemed taller and more refined than usual; a more prince-like demeanor was around him.

"Oh...h-hello Chrom." Robin approached him, feeling shy. She subconsciously began to cover her arms up with the shawl Emmeryn lent her.

"Erm...hello," Chrom nervously began to run his hand through his hair, his bangs falling into his face again. "...you look nice."

Robin couldn't help but facepalm her forehead and hide her face. Gods, he was so clueless and so dumb. She knew he was a noble, but she would have thought he knew a thing or two about talking. Especially if he was the commander of an army.

"Gods Chrom, you really don't know how to talk to a lady do you." She scoffed, rubbing her cheek.

"Er…I never thought you were the type to care for beauty and such. I suppose I never thought of you as a lady before…"

"Excuse me?!"

Robin whipped her head up, fury showing on her face. How foolish of her to think that this was something special. Gods, how daft does he think she is? He must go on many dates with ladies. And she was just another one.

"No! No, I-Oh gods, I didn't mean it like that! What I meant was that you can fight and how to strategize…not that a lady can't fight! What I'm trying to say is-oh gods this is all coming out wrong!"

"Gracious Chrom," She tugged the shawl tight over her shoulders, trying to cover herself up once again. "You're the scion of the noble family. Haven't you been taught a class in etiquette?"

"Huh? Of course, they taught a whole term about it."

"Perhaps, you should take another term on how to talk to ladies." And with that, Robin turned and started to make her way back to her room. She was tired already and the sun hadn't even set yet.

"R-robin? Where are you going?" He called, following her.

"This seems to have been a mistake." She snapped. "I shall be retiring to my room. Good day."

"WAIT!"

Before she took another step, she felt a hand on her hand and she turned to see Chrom. There was panic in his eyes and he seemed to be sweating through his clothes, even with the cool air around them.

"Forgive me, I do not know how to talk to ladies because they are usually so prim and proper. They are so different and yet, you are as well. You have only been with us for half a year and in that time, I got to know you better and became your friend and colleague. I never thought of you so differently until I saw you today. You look beautiful."

Robin felt her face grow warm once again, her eyes stinging from the anger she felt earlier. She looked away, trying to hide her face and brush the tears out of her eyes.

"...Um, Chrom?"

"Yes?"

"Could you let go of my hand?"

"Ah! Of course...sorry..." Chrom took a couple steps back, feeling awkward again. The two stood there in silence for a while; Robin rubbed the back of her hands nervously and Chrom rocked on his toes for a bit.

"Shall we make our way to the courtyard?" Robin motioned her hand in the direction down the hall. "Lissa says she has plans for us."

"Of course." He held out his arm, waiting for her to take it. "Shall we?"

"O-oh, sure..."

Hesitantly, she wrapped her arms around his and the two of them made their way down to the courtyard. She held her hand delicately around his forearm, unsure whether she should touch his bare skin so readily. Chrom seemed to be the same way as he walked slowly and carefully in step with her.

"So..."

"Uh..."

The two laughed at their synchronized speech, both of their cheeks turning red.

"You go first." Chrom gestured.

"...You look dashing yourself as well."

"Thank you. Lissa brought out an array of clothes for me to try on and she decided to have me wear my ceremonial garb. She thinks it 'looks the best'."

"Ceremonial?" She couldn't think how the outfit he was wearing was made for a special occasion.

"It's, uh, for the Day of Devotion..." He mumbled.

"And pray tell, what is the Day of devotion?" She poked him in the side, making him flinch and wobble as they walked. She began to feel more comfortable as they talked. Her shoulders were no longer tense and she walked freely and leaned into him more.

"It is a day to celebrate your loved ones. You give presents to your loved ones and there is a whole festival for a day..."

"How lovely!" Robin felt giddy just listening to Chrom talk about another festival. "I never knew you could have so many joyous occasions so often! There's practically one for every season!"

"Then I hope you are excited for the Winter Envoy at the end of the month. We celebrate a day of giving and have another huge ball for it."

By the time they reached the courtyard, Lissa was waiting for them. She fumed over how slow they were and proceeded to throw them into the carriage, waving at them a swift goodbye.

Robin shifted in her seat, trying to get comfortable. Everything seemed to be so extravagant and overwhelming around her. This wasn't how she pictured the day going. The two sat in awkward silence once more, making quipets about Lissa and her plans, until the carriage stopped and one of the footmen opened the door. They were greeted with an open field with a blanket spread out in the middle and a basket holding it down in place.

"We will be back within the hour to pick you back up for another event."

Robin thought that voice sounded familiar. Turning around, she met eyes with Frederick. She gaped at him and before she could say anything, he gave her a curt nod and flicked the reins sharply.

"Wha-? Frederick!"

But he was already gone. She felt her face flush again (a common occurrence for this day) and stomped her way over to the middle of the field, where Chrom was waiting for her.

As she approached, she noticed Chrom had already set out some plates and glasses with wine propped up on the basket. He saw her and immediately stood up, looking stiff as he tried to bow.

"Uh, milady…?"

She laughed and took his hand, lowering herself onto the ground. "You've already proven yourself unworthy to talk to one, but I shall allow this once."

He chuckled and sat beside her.

"You must forgive me. I am but nervous to be seated with a beauty such as yourself." He poured her a glass of the wine, a sweet sherry that was only a couple years old. The fragrance tickled her nose as she swished it around in her glass. "Isn't only warranted for me to be?"

"A man as sophisticated as yourself?" She teased and smiled into her glass, refusing to make eye contact with him. She could melt into a puddle if she saw how close he was. "I doubt you have any limitations to your courage. How can you, when you make friends anywhere you go?"

"I guess you're right, but that is easy when I only bear companionship with friends. I don't see them that way I see you."

Robin's heart clenched at his words and she had to down the wine before she could choke. Get it together, Robin! She grabbed a chicken leg from inside the basket and hurriedly began to chow down on it. As they ate, they tried to make small talk; bringing up different topics and stories. It slowly became easier and easier to talk to him as she would drink glass after glass of wine. Soon enough, she could still feel the sun beat upon her face and her mood felt more elated than ever.

"Frederick said he would have picked us up soon." Chrom stood, surveying the area to see if he could see anyone. "I wonder what is taking him so long."

"Mmmm~" Robin hummed in response, curling her legs up and leaning on them. She felt so silly and powerful. Like she could do anything. She tugged on his coat, falling over a little before catching herself with her arm. "Heeyy Chrom?

"Whoa, careful Robin." He got on his knees, arms out to catch her but made no move to touch her. She eyed his hand. It was close to her head, surely to catch her head if she let it fall. "I fear you have had one too many drinks for today."

"Absolutely not," She drawled out and with a burst of confidence, she leaned and put her head in one of his hands. "Aahh…your hand feels cool."

"Er, R-Robin…I think we should get ready to get back."

"No way!" She sat up abruptly, standing on wobbly legs. She began to prance around the field, feeling lighter and happier than ever. "We've been having so much fun! Come, dance with me!"

She made a move to grab at his hands, but he swiftly dodged them and took a step back. His face looked like a pink blob in her vision.

"Wait, Robin…my dancing is atrocious. I was hoping that-"

"Oh come on! Try practicing with me for a bit then!" And with that, she grabbed his two hands, linking their fingers together. She made sure to hold on tight so he wouldn't slip out of her grasp.

"Readyy? One, two…" She began to count the steps of the dance she knew the best. Those lessons with Olivia and Virion would not go in vain and so she would have to practice them now. When she felt Chrom getting the rhythm of it, she stopped counting and began to sing the melody of the dance. With more stumbling, the two made it through the song. Robin felt herself trip on her dress and down she went, pulling Chrom with her. Laughter filled the air and the mood was high and merry.

And for a moment, time felt like it had slowed. It was just the two of them, living in their own world. For once, Robin felt normal. No impeding thoughts. No questions. Just her being herself.

"I'm sorry!" She turned towards Chrom, laughing. Her face hurt from laughing so much. But it was a good kind of hurt. She locked eyes with him and studied his face closer now that her courage braved its front.

He was extremely handsome. More so than ever. His hair was back to its normal wild form. His eyes were a dark shade of blue that reminded her of the twilight sky, but they shone in her eyes. There was some sort of attraction drawing her close to him, but she had no idea what. It almost felt like she had been with him for a long time. Like they were meant to be.

The moment stilled and the two stared at each other, examining the other's face, in a romantic silence. Time passed before Chrom opened his mouth. His lips looked oh so soft with some chapped pieces of skin that clung to the corner of his mouth.

"...Robin, I-"

The silence was interrupted by a shout that startled the two of them, both sitting up to look towards the voice.

"MILORD!"

Frederick stood far by the road with a plain wooden carriage. His hands were clasped behind his back and he stood at attention. His form was far, but you could see that he was impaitient for their arrival.

"Oh, alright…" Chrom muttered. He hastily stood up and shouted a response back that they were coming before turning to Robin. He offered his hand to her and gave her a small smile. "Shall we?"

She nodded dumbly, grabbing his hand and allowing him to pull her up. Her legs were still wobbly and she leaned onto him for support. He smelled so nice and his chest was so broad. Robin's face flushed once again and she made her way to the open carriage where Frederick awaited her.

"Welcom back Robin." Fredericks voice was stiff, but she knew that he was relieved to have them back.

"Thank you, Frederwick." She bit her lip and stifled a laugh behind her hands.

The look on his face was priceless. His eyes bug-eyed and his posture broken in some places.

"Excuse me?"

"What's wrong, Freddy-bear?" Chrom snuck up from behind, a wide grin on his face.

"Milord...!" Frederick's face was red-hot and flushed hearing the nickname.

The pair laughed as they got seated in the carriage.

"Don't worry," Chrom chuckled. "I'll keep your secret…"

"Thank you, milord…" The knight sighed as he mounted the horse.

"...Freddy-bear."

Another burst of laughter erupted from behind Frederick. He could only sigh as he knew that it could only get worse frm here. The best he could do was give the horse a nice snap of the reigns and jolted the carriage in motion. Two thuds would be heard from behind him as well as groans of protest. He smirked, knowing he had his revenge.