𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑

“Sure. Where would you feel most comfortable, and secluded?”

“There is no need for apologies, Robin. I can sympathize with how you feel.” A small smile formed, a friendly notion. “If you are in Dorothea’s good graces then I have to say I expect great things, and know you are welcome company.”

“Indeed. Hubert will remain oblivious to this, you have my word.”

The Emperor had actually noticed him just mere seconds before, but she made no move to question him. A newer face may not understand her well.

But, soon, she wanted to address the metaphorical elephant in the room. Turning to Robin, she spoke.

“May I help you?”

“Of course. He has orders to attend to elsewhere. I doubt he will hear wind of this.”

“It is. Is this the space you wish to discuss it though?”

“…”

A slight pink presents itself under pale cheeks.

“You…have caught me off guard with that. I do not mind listening, only if you wish to share.”

“Right… You seem to be in good spirits at the very least.”

“You are only digging a deeper grave for yourself with every addition. Come now, I hardly mind any conversation, especially with those I trust deeply.”

“Fine by me.”

The bow does make her chuckle as she turns to head down the hallway.

“I prefer starting anyways~.”

“…Things seem to have taken the worse for you. Do you need medical treatment?”

“…What is the matter, Linhardt?”

“Heh, that was the answer I expected.”

Arms cross gently and her head tilts slightly. “Whenever you are ready, Luke.”

“Would you like to divulge said "other things"?”

“Happy New Year, Fódlan.”

“I expect nothing less from you, Linhardt.”

“Have you anything special for the day?”

“…That is certainly one way of looking at life.”

“I would love to, but the real question is if you have the time for it. I can be quick though.” A subtle nod, and she’s fighting the appearance of a smirk.

“Do you have an affinity for this day, Hapi?”

“Indeed. Did you have any plans?”

• Crimson Flower focused.
• Post-game exclusively.
• Heroes, Engage and Warriors compliant.
• Writer is 24; MDNI.
• Multiship with chem.
• NSFW themes.
• DM for questions/concerns/RP.

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑.

“Sunday, hm?”

“Suit yourself.”

And now she pulls with all her strength!

Also grabbing his blankets.

“Let go, unless you wish to fly with them.”

That grin, accompanied with the title really does a number on her…

“G-good…unfortunately, I am not easy to handle. Do your worst~.” The emperor manages a wink.

They’ll be occupied for quite some time. As they always are.

“…Do not make me remove these sheets myself.”