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Blind Robin, as suggested by kamencolin. I'm adding Houndmaster onto this, it seems fitting.

"Seriously Robin…" Chrom chuckles quietly, stroking Lula's fur. "They're supposed to stay outside."

'You don't sound too worried." The gold-haired girl notes. Her tone is one of amusement as she scratches Eda behind the ears. The dog leans into her, clearly appreciating it.

"Well I don't mind, but they're making the council nervous." The Prince whispers. "They're all glaring at you."

"Really?" The girl blinks her glassy eyes, and then grins. She promptly brings up her left hand and flashes the middle finger. Chrom holds back a sigh as the council erupts into murmurs, totally derailing what they were talking about.

"Robyn." Emmeryn's voice calls out over the whispers. "I'd thank you not to do that. While the council is perhaps being rude please do not elevate the situation."

"Fiiine." Robin huffs, still grinning victoriously.

The Prince rolls his eyes to the sky and shakes his head. "Must you always cause trouble?"

"You told me they were glaring. What did you expect?" She scoffs.

"Is it too much to ask you be civil?"

"Is it too much to ask they don't glare?" She shoots back.

"Is it too much to ask you both pay attention?" Frederick growls behind them. "I expect such childishness from Robin, but you should know better Milord."

"Fuck you Frederick." Robin says unabashedly. She does, however, return her attention back to the matter at hand.

Chrom, having a bit more respect for the knight, does as he's told without complaint.

###

"Here's how it's done!" Robin snarls. She slams one of her spiked shields into the Risen's gut, and punches it in the face with the other which sends one of the spikes on the rim right through the monster's skull.

Eda and Lula each have their own monster between their jaws, and relentlessly tear out the creatures' throats with their teeth. Beside them Chrom and Frederick impale Risen on their respective weapons.

The Shepherds are decimating the most recent batch of Risen. Despite the size of their hoard, this group is of the weak variety and make easy pickings.

Chrom takes a moment to sip a vulnerary, hiding behind Frederick's bulk. He watches as Robin, snarling just like her hounds, cuts a line through the Risen with an unrelenting barrage of punches, bashes, cuts, and stabs from her unconventional weapons. In a lot of ways she resembles Chrom, with a style that relies more on overwhelming her foes with an onslaught of attacks than measuring each strike for optimal use.

It still awes the prince a bit to see her fight. Most people describe Robin's fighting as "brutal", and Chrom can't really deny that, but it's also quite the show to see her furiously bashing and slashing her opponents down, and the inclusion of spins to get momentum behind certain powerful attacks make her fighting seem almost choreographed at times.

The hounds, Eda and Lula, fit their master well. Their attacks are just as brutal as Robin's, always leaping for the throat and violently shaking their prey to snap their neck. The leaps are elegant, the takedown is brutal. A contrast that is almost poetic.

"Milord?"

Then again, maybe Chrom should consider the poetry of the fight after it's over. "I'm ready again Frederick, let's go."

###

"What on Earth are you doing Robin?" Chrom asks in amusement.

"If I'm reading they don't bother me." The girl says, flipping the page.

The Prince has come upon the girl sitting in the corner of the room at a social gathering. If Chrom has to guess he'd say Sumia coerced her into coming, and then migrated to the group of noblewoman gossiping a few tables over.

"You can't even read." The Prince chuckles, flipping a dozen pages just to annoy her. The girl sticks her tongue out at him and tries to find the page she was on before. "You're blind Robin."

"They don't know that." The tactician says stubbornly. Chrom rolls his eyes to the sky. "You better not be rolling your eyes at me Chrom!"

"How'd you know?"

"You always breath out your nose whenever I say something you think is ridiculous. I guessed that's you rolling your eyes, right?" The girl says, pouting. "Jerk."

"I hadn't even noticed." The Prince chuckles. "And I'm the jerk for pointing out the obvious? How about you scaring off everyone with Eda and Lula?"

The two dogs perk up their ears at the sound of their names. They're sitting around Robin's legs, calm but alert of the people around them. They ignore Chrom for the most part due to being familiar with him already.

"I'm not scaring them. They just don't like dogs." Robin says defensively.

Chrom snorts in amusement. "Right, right. Not because you know people are terrified of them after seeing Eda tackle that asshole Duke?"

"Nope. I'm an angel. No bullshit here." The Tacitican says, keeping her blank eyes firmly locked on the pages she can't even read. "I'm not anti-social. Nope."

Chrom pulls a small box out of his pocket. "I brought chess."

"I could kiss you!" Robin says, instantly shoving the book in her coat. "Gods, I was bored out of my mind! You should have led with that!"

The Prince chuckles and starts setting up the board. "You're lucky I came to rescue you."

"What? You didn't get dragged here too?" She asks.

"Oh no I did." The Prince chuckles. He also pulls out a bit of dry jerky from a small bag and feeds the dogs sitting below them, who gratefully accept the treat. "It's just that Lissa told me Sumia was going to drag you along, so I decided to come prepared. Hopefully we can both avoid the crowd."

###

"Wark! Yark!"

"Hello Lula." Chrom chuckles, patting the dog on the head. "Good to see you."

"Yap!" Eda joins in, jogging out of the house to rub herself against the Prince.

"You too Eda." The blue-haired boy says, also giving the dog a scratch on the ears. "Hmm… if you're both out here I'm going to bet Robin is still sleeping, isn't she?"

"Wark!"

The Prince rolls his eyes and strolls into the barracks. He waves to Stahl as he passes by, and snags a piece of bacon from the kitchen and makes his way to Robin's room. When he gets to the door he plants an ear to it, hears nothing, and walks in.

Robin is still sleeping, wrapped up tightly in her blankets. Chrom doesn't know how she isn't boiling in the summer heat. The Prince smirks, and waves the bacon just in front of her face. Robin's nose twitches, and she finally starts squirming around in her blanket cocoon.

The girl's eyes open tiredly, she gives a sniff of the air, and a scowl immediately crosses her face. "I hate you Chrom."

"I come bearing a gift." He waggles the bacon despite knowing she can't see it. Chrom finds it funny how both the dogs and their owner can be motivated by a bit of meat.

"Fuck you." The girl groans, and starts pushing her way out of the blankets.

"I could always give it to the dogs." The Prince taunts, smirking. "I'm sure they'd appreciate my gift."

"Fine, give me the damn bacon." Robin growls, reaching a hand out of her blankets. Chrom lets her have it, and the girl eats it in two bites. She reluctantly sits up, still glaring at him. "Have I told you I hate you?"

"Many times." The Prince chuckles. "Now get up and get dressed. We have work to do."

###

"We're lost!" Chrom admits, shouting to be heard. "I don't recognize anything!"

Eda and Lula pace the snow, shaking their bodies violently to be rid of the snow. The two huskies circle their master and Chrom, seeming just as lost as the humans. The wind howls loudly, and the sleet stings the Prince's face.

A Risen ambush separated the four of them from the rest of the Shepherds. In the snow and storm they lost their way, and they trudged around for hours until just now. What's worse is that Chrom doesn't have his coat. He threw it aside to be able to fight better, and now he's paying for it. Feroxi winter storms are brutal.

"It was already afternoon when the fight started!" Robin hollers. Her face is nearly invisible in her thick coat. "Forget finding the others! We need shelter! There's only going to be an hour or so before sundown!"

"Fuck." Chrom swears, shivering in the cold. "I don't know anything about surviving in the snow!"

"Just find us a tree!" The girl shouts back, holding out her hand. "I remember something Miriel told us that might work!"

The prince grabs her hand and leads her onwards. The noise of the wind and the danger of deep snow means it's far safer for Crom to lead Robin around than let her follow on her own. Even if the dogs are there to guide her, they're much more useful as scouts because they can get themselves out of deep snow easier if they fall in.

A few solid minutes of walking eventually lead them to a few trees. Robin instructs Chrom to choose the one with the widest branches, and when he leads her over to it she drops to her knees, pushes aside the branches, and starts digging at the base. Her dogs quickly join in, scraping away the snow around the base of the tree. "Chrom!" The girl shouts. "Either find or break off some branches! As many as you can get!"

The Prince tries, he really does. He even uses Falchion to cut off a few long-hanging branches, but his fingers are numb and his legs are starting to shake. He doesn't have enough, but it gets to the point where he can't even hold the wood he already has. The boy stumbles over to the hole Robin and her dogs have dug around the tree, noticing how they've hollowed out the snow all the way to the ground. "I'm sorry Robin, I can't… I can't feel anything in my hands, and my face is going numb…"

"What!?" Robin shouts. One of her gloved hands reaches blindly out and grabs at his face, and then his body. "Chrom, where's your coat!?"

"I threw it away when we were fighting!"

"Dammit Chrom, tell me these things! I'm blind remember!? How would I know that?!" The girl snarls, grabbing his arm and pulling him down into the pit. "Get in here! Now!"

The wall of snow around them is nearly two feet deep, and thankfully blocks the wind. The girl quickly puts the branches Chrom collected on the floor, creating a bed of pine needles, and then forcefully grabs the Prince's hands, bares her teeth, and bites his knuckle.

"Ow!" Chrom hisses. "Why'd you do that?!"

"Good, you can still feel it." Robin mutters. "That means the fingers aren't dead yet."

The Tactician takes off her gloves for a moment so she can unbutton her coat, and pulls the Prince's hands against her stomach. Chrom's fingers tingle at the feeling of heat, and his entire body shudders. "Sorry about this."

"Not your fault." The girl grunts. Eda and Lula jump into the pit with them, and join in the huddle. Their warm fur is a welcome addition to fight the cold. "We'll have to sleep here for the night. Hopefully the tree's branches will block any incoming snow, and this pit will keep the wind out."

"Alright."

"We just have to cross our fingers the storm is gone tomorrow so we can find our way back, otherwise we'll probably just have to stay here." Robin says. "Hope you don't mind cuddling, because otherwise you'll freeze."

###

Chrom wakes when Lula does. The dog yawns wiggles out from under the humans, dropping him and Robin onto the pine floor. The girl is latched firmly onto the prince, her arms are tightly around his head to keep it pressed against her chest, and his own hands are still curled around her stomach for warmth.

The Prince can't help but think that if Robin hadn't insisted on this he'd probably get punched for being so intimate. He's thankful that she was so willing to help him though, especially at the sacrifice of her own dignity. Her coat is also a lifesaver, lying on top of them like a blanket to keep in the heat.

Reluctantly the boy releases her and gently prys her arms off his head. He was hoping not to disturb her, but the movement is enough to wake her up.

"Mornin'," The girl grunts, sitting up. "Gah, my back is stiff… I don't hear any wind, is it clear out there?"

Chrom pokes his head out of their shelter, noting the lack of falling snow with relief. "All clear. Snow looks like it piled up a bit though, we'll have to be careful where we walk."

"Good enough." Robin sighs, and stretches her arms. Chrom quickly bemoans the loss of his cloak as the girl shrugs hers back on. "I don't suppose you have any food on you?"

"Unfortunately no."

"I guess the dogs are eating and we'll have to tough it out." The girl mutters, pulling a pouch of dog food from her coat.

She gives a shrill whistle, and Lula comes bounding over from where she wandered off. Eda, who Chrom has almost forgotten about, comes running over from a far tree. The Prince can see the dog has actually worn a circle in the snow around their hideout, she was patrolling.

Robin tosses some of the food to the dogs, who eagerly scarf down the treats. They look at their master, whining and begging for more, but Robin puts away the bag with a chuckle. "Sorry girls. We don't know if we'll find civilization today, you might need this food later."

"Now that I can see the sun, we can actually navigate." Chrom mutters, stepping out of the pit. He grimaces at the feeling of snow under his boots again. "We were heading northwest, which is only a bit off from where we should be going. We'll march northeast today and hopefully find the city."

"Whatever you say Chrom." Robin grunts, hopping out of the shelter. "At least it's not as cold today. Tell me if you start to freeze again, we might be walking for a while and I don't want you losing fingers."

"Alright. We should get moving as soon as possible, so unless you have something to do…?"

"Nope. Let's move." She snaps her fingers, and Eda bounds over next to her master. Robin firmly grabs the scruff of the dog's neck, allowing the husky to lead her. With her free hand she points to Chrom. "Lula! Guard!"

The other husky trots over, standing patiently next to the Prince. Chrom knows that if he falls into a pit or a particularly soft snowbank Lula will be the first to dig him out. The Prince rubs the dog's ears for a second, squares his shoulders, and leads their march to find civilization.

###

"Chrooom!" Lissa wails, tackling her brother with a hug. "We were so worried! You aren't hurt, are you?!"

"A bit chilly, but I've got all my pieces." The Prince chuckles, returning the hug happily. "I don't think I want to spend another night in the snow any time soon though."

"It is good to see you safe Milord." Frederick sighs. The normally composed man is visibly sagging in relief as he brings in hot coffee for the Prince and Robin. "I was worried frostbite would take its toll."

"Robin thankfully stopped that from happening." Chrom laughs. "And the dogs too."

"This moron threw away his coat." Robin scoffs, and accepts a cup from Frederick. "He's lucky I'm not touch-averse."

The Prince pointedly ignores Lissa's sudden grin and sparkling eyes. "Yes yes, thank you for all that. I'm glad to have all my fingers, even if you did bite me."

"Woof." The tactician snorts, and flashes a toothy grin.

"Bad dog." Chrom replies, equally bemused. "Either way, thank you for keeping me alive."

"Yeah yeah. Next time just keep your damn coat on. Your hands were like ice." She grunts.

###

"I hate you Chrom."

"You know what? I'm starting to think that isn't genuine." Chrom says brightly, knowing it will irritate the girl. "You say it so often, but you never actually tell me to go away."

"Fuck you."

"We're not even married." The Prince shoots back, smirking when her frown grows into a scowl. "Imagine what would happen to my reputation!"

"Says the guy who casually walks into a lady's room every morning while she's sleeping." Robin grumbles, pushing out of her blanket cocoon. "Give me the damn bacon."

Chrom hands her the meat, watching in faint amusement as she scarfs it down. "The tournament is today. Did you finish the roster?"

"You, Freddy, Lissa, Kellam, Miriel, Virion." The girl grunts. She shoves aside her sheets, and Chrom politely averts his eyes to the ceiling. He waits patiently as she rustles around for a clean set of clothes.

"You're not joining?"

"I don't wanna get smacked by an arrow or a fireball I can't see." She grunts. "I can't bring Eda or Lula, and they're the ones that alert me to projectiles. You can look down now."

"How'd you know I looked up? Did I breath funny or something?"

"People's voices sound different when they're not looking right at you. It's really subtle though. Plus I don't exactly take you for someone who'd peek, despite you trying to sound all suggestive earlier." She says, grabbing her shields from against the wall.

Chrom shrugs. "It's not like I can get away saying something like that to anyone else."

"Nice to know I'm special." Robin snorts. An impish smirk crosses her face. "But imagine if I told Lissa or Frederick? The Prince of Ylisse, making lewd comments to the blind girl as she gets dressed in her room."

"You wouldn't." Chrom says in mock horror. He lightly taps her on the head with his hand. "Bad dog."

"You enjoy saying that don't you?" She asks accusingly.

"It's funny."

"Yeah yeah, because I have dogs." The girl snorts.

"And because you bit me."

"Oh yes, I'm such an animal." She drawls, walking out of the room. Eda and Lula, who were silently watching the two humans this entire time, pad out behind her. "Rawr."

"Bad." Chrom taps her on the head again, suppressing a laugh, and she glares in his general direction. "Once more and you don't get bacon in the morning."

"Okay, this joke has officially run its course." Robin growls.

###

"No."

"Come on."

"I'm blind Chrom."

"If you can fight undead monsters, you can dance." The Prince scoffs. "Would you rather get pulled into Flavia's drinking contest?"

The girl's face scrunches up into a pout. She knows he's right, and she doesn't want to drink. "I hate you."

"Sure, sure. Now get up." Chrom laughs.

Sighing, the girl gropes for his hand and grabs hold. The Prince hauls her to her feet, ignoring her fierce scowl, and leads her to the open space. The music is a lively folk-song, not quite a style Chrom is familiar with, but timing the moves of a box steps to beats in the music works well enough.

"You keep glaring and your face will freeze like that." The Prince jokes.

"I can kick you in the balls Chrom, it wouldn't be hard." Robin growls. "And if you say 'bad dog' I will do it."

Chrom laughs softly. "Always aggressive, aren't you?"

She gives him a savage grin with bared teeth. "Disappointed?"

"Hardly." The Prince chuckles. He hears the song coming to an end, so he steels himself and takes a chance. "Though it is a hassle to tame such an unruly animal."

Robin's face scrunches up in annoyance, and Chrom notes her leg coming back for a kick (to the shin, she isn't that mean) but the song reaches its final notes at the perfect time. The Prince suddenly steps forwards, unbalancing the tactician, and lowers her into a dip. He hears her start to swear, so quickly Chrom leans forward and plants a kiss on her lips.

"Bad dog." He says triumphantly, pulling her back to her feet. The girl looks half annoyed, half overjoyed. "Though for the record I don't actually want to 'tame' you. Your aggressiveness is part of who you are."

"Good." She growls, grabbing his collar. Her expression is definitely a grin despite her best attempts to snarl. "This means you'll have to stop hanging bacon over my head."

"And why's that?" The Prince laughs.

"Because you'll be sleeping with me now." Robin says, pulling his face close to hers. "Right?"

Chrom blinks, suddenly realizing what she means. "W-Well-"

"Was that not a marriage proposal?" The tactician smirks. "Were you just trying to get in my pants?"

"No, no! I just planned on, uh, courting you." Chrom stammers.

"Chrom, I think you making lewd jokes in my bedroom is far past 'courting'." The girl chuckles. "So are you marrying me or not?"

"I-I… yes, of course." The Prince says, regaining his composure. "Gods, I don't have a ring or anything."

"Chrom."

"Yes?"

"I don't care about the damn ring." She growls happily. "Come on."

The Prince stumbles a bit as she starts pulling him away. "Where are we-"

"My room, your room. I don't care which."

"You don't want to wait?"

"Fuck no." She scoffs. "Do you?"

"N-Not really."

"No reason not to then!" Robin laughs. "Now you don't have the excuse of us not being married!"

"We're not-"

"Engaged, married, close enough! Stop making excuses and let's do this!"

Okay, this is a fine ending point. It was strange to write a Robin who's frequently annoyed and/or aggressive, but a welcome change from the usual.

ARSLOTHES: Ultraman…? That Japanese show? I know nothing about it, sorry.

Bakururu: I never finished the postgame either, I couldn't be bothered slogging through dozens more levels of dungeons and just looked up what the rest of the story was.

Rouge H. Dragoon: I don't know what a person user is beyond that it's from the Persona games.

Mram99: Alien robin, I like it! The weird thing with romance is that I can imagine what it's like for a girl to go aggressive, but for a man I genuinely have no idea how to write that without them coming off as creepy. It shouldn't be difficult, but it is.

Darkness is complete: I'll consider it, but that's going to be hard to write.

IcyAltheon: That seems incongruous with the rest of the collection. My apologies but no.

DetectiveChickenWing: Nice to hear I got Sumia right.

Regenerating Robin huh? On the list it goes, but there are frankly more interesting ideas to write so don't expect it soon.

Laughing Dog: Alright, Regenerating Robin. Don't expect to see it soon though.

FleetwoodPink2Zeppelin: I like that idea. I'll put it on the list.