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f!Byleth getting sick and Seteth taking care of her ? (If you didn't write anything similar already)

(This is perfect because I've actually been sick the last five days...I manifested it with all the sick fics!!! ;;;; A ;;;; )

The doors to the Archbishop’s private chambers were tightly sealed. None were allowed in or out without express permission from her prime minister, i.e. the head of her security, top advisor, vice director of the monastery’s medical wing, and perhaps most importantly-

Anxious husband.

After five years of nothing but good health and busy schedules, perhaps it was only a matter of time before one of you finally worked yourselves hard enough to get sick.

That was Mercedes’ deduction from your examination (after Flayn convinced Seteth to allow her in). As a result of your horrific diagnosis, your right hand man in all aspects of your life now found himself playing another key role; personal physician.

“Your fever does not seem to be improving.” Seteth’s comforting hand withdrew form your forehead, finding the heat far stronger than was healthy. His expression was tight and fixed in a grimace, which you were sure wouldn’t go away any time soon. “How is your breathing? You still sound congested…”

“Can’t really breathe out of my nose.” You confirmed with a huff, pressing your head back into the pillows in order to alleviate the tension in your skull.

Seteth nodded, darting to the washroom to procure the hot water still steaming in the basin. “Just a moment, dear.”

It was only a few moments before he was back at your side, a cloth dipped in hot water ready and waiting to be placed on your forehead.

You hummed in relief when he settled it just above your eyes, the soothing warmth working wonders to ease the discomfort. 

“There is some salve Cethleann brought that should help with the congestion in your chest. May I untie your nightdress?”

You cracked an eye open at him, the slightest twinkle of amusement within. “We have been married for two years, Seteth. You do not need to ask permission to take care of me.”

“Being married is not an excuse to cross boundaries.”

“What if I am stabbed in the chest and you must dress the wound? Would you ask permission then?”

“That is a ridiculous and terrible question, Byleth. I refuse to answer it.” He scoffed, shooting you quite an annoyed glare. “If you are well enough to tease me, then perhaps you do not need my help, after all.”

“I am terribly sorry.” 

“That doesn’t sound very convincing.” He huffed, making you smile.

“I truly am. Thank you for asking permission to take care of me. You are ever the gentleman.” 

“Indeed I am.” His indignance settled just slightly, and he returned to his task, carefully untying the laces of your nightdress, just enough that he could apply the topical in soothing circles.

You inhaled deeply, your body relaxing as the salve worked its magic. Seteth’s fingers hesitated for half a second, and you fought the urge to smile.

“...Having second thoughts about being a gentleman, my love?”

“Tch!” He clicked his tongue, finishing his work and hastily withdrawing in a huff. “Of course not! I was simply worried I had hurt you by pressing too hard.”

“Darling, I’ve told you many times that you should press harder. You’re always far too gentle.”

“Byleth.”

The tips of his ears burned red as you snickered, your poor husband incapable of escaping your teasing even when you were bedridden. Your eyes remained closed, listening as he quickly screwed the lid back on and clacked the salve back in the medicinal cabinet in the bathroom. 

When he returned, his breathing had steadied, and you assumed he had calmed down some from your prodding. 

“Sorry, Seteth. I shouldn’t tease you when there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“You’re right. You shouldn’t. It is hardly fair.” you could hear the frown on his lips, giving you the slightest twinge of guilt.

You peeked up at him, finding Seteth’s expression far from annoyed. Rather, he looked very focused, as he did when checking on a patient in the medical wing.

For just a moment you were lost in his image; he looked so handsome like this, especially when he was focusing on you. He looked like a statue, sometimes; he was far more perfect than he realized.

His hand touched your forehead again, testing your temperature.

“How is your breathing?” A gentle question pulled you from your reverie.

You nodded, “It’s better. Thank you for tending to me.”

“Of course.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. A smile curved the edges of his lips, “There is nowhere else I would rather be than by your side.”

“Even when I’m like this?”

“Especially when you are ‘like this’. Now, you should rest while you are able to breathe easy. I will prepare something for you to eat once you wake.”

“If you insist. I wouldn’t dare disobey the doctor’s orders…certainly not after he’s been so kind in spite of my bullying.”

Seteth chuckled softly...a dangerous sound that was rare in itself. You looked up at his retreating form.

“It is only because I know I will be able to repay you for your bullying once you’re better. I need only bide my time.”

You weren’t sure if the shiver that ran down your spine was the fever or the heat in your husband’s words.. But your heart skipped a beat nonetheless.

“Of course, if you will allow me, my love.”

You beamed, finding a hopeful glimmer in his eyes when he turned to look at you from the door.

“Of course, Seteth. I look forward to it.”

A delightful pink warmed his face before he shut the doors behind him, off to procure whatever broth you’d have as your next meal.

You settled back into your bed with a giggle. Dreams of Seteth’s sweet touches and ridiculously adorable smiles only made your healing sleep all the better.

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Heey,, been following you for years!!

I re-read all the things you wrote multiple times haha.

It’s been a while since I requested anything, do you have any Libra stories, I only see one right now. Any of your old ones would do. Libra needs more love 🥺

Tragically there aren't any Libra stories in the tank, so please feel free to send as many as you like!!

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I want to say your writing always brightens my day haha. I'm a bit of a lurker but you really capture each character and make me feel the scene

I appreciate that so much...I don't feel like I always do a great job, but I try my best to get their personalities down!! I'm so glad you like reading them!!!!

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Glad you're doing OK!

I love your stuff!

thank you so much!!!!! i love writing stuff for you guys!!!!!!!

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I MISSED YOU SO MUCH I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE BACK AAAA I'M SO HAPPY,,,

I MISSED U TOO AAAAAAAH

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Hey! Kind of a silly question, but I was looking for an old Libra fic of yours(him with a pregnant Robin I believe!) and found it but can’t access it since the old account died. I was curious if maybe it survived in a doc somewhere, if not no biggie ofc! Just wanted to ask. Either way thank you for the prev Libra content anyway! It’s so hard to find content for him, especially nowadays and it’s cool to know some people still/have written for him!

I'm afraid I don't recall ;;; A ;;;

Can you give me any other details? I'm happy to reconstruct a Libra story! He's one of my sleeper faves, but I never ended up writing much for him. I'd love to fix that!

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Can you write something for Byleth and Felix? She’s pregnant and every time he tries to cuddle with her or be romantic or intimate, the baby kicks. Perhaps the baby is jealous like his father?

(Felix's unborn child would be an absolute menace and we all know it)

The springtime in Faerghus was surprisingly mild. It was something you discovered on your first visit to the kingdom on your honeymoon.

It was not long after your return to the monastery that the clerics deduced the Archbishop had a baby on the way.

You and Felix were both over the moon, and had begun meticulous planning for the birth and recovery;  by the time the baby was ready to come, it would be spring once again.

Both of you knew the perfect place to have the child. Not that Felix would have it any other way; he had prepared the Fraldarius estate for the birth of his first child with a feverish attention to detail.

“Byleth!” 

Said lord of the manor was just returning home, the dawn barely having broken over the mountains. 

While he did miss his sparring partner greeting him with blade drawn and ready to trade blows, he did not mind coming back to his bedroom to find his very pregnant wife still fast asleep and nestled in a swathe of blankets.

It was hard not to smile to himself when he made it to the bedroom, though he was quick to wipe it away in case someone other than his wife might see it.

He closed the doors behind him swiftly, removing the sword and scabbard from his waist. Calling for you when he headed towards you from the entrance did not seem to rouse you, but the sound of belts clinking and heavy coats thudding to the floor appeared to do the trick.

You hummed softly, shifting beneath the heavy quilts to address your husband. Stripped down to his much more casual tunic and trousers, he crawled up onto the bed behind you, leaning over your shoulder.

Lazily your hand went up, holding your index finger up. Felix smiled, crossing his pointer against yours. That was the best either of you could get in terms of a duel until the baby was born.

“How was your day?” He asked, kissing along your neck as he settled in behind you. His hand slid down your side, settling on your hip with a happy sigh.

“As well as it could be…” You hummed, tilting your head back, “Annette confined me to bed rest until the end of this trimester. Apparently the baby is insistent on coming early.”

“That’s probably my fault. Impatience runs in the Fraldarius family.” He said apologetically, running his hand over your baby bump.

As if the baby heard him, a tiny foot suddenly tapped against his palm. Felix’s eyebrows rose, shifting his hand away.

“Huh. When did they start doing that?”

“The kicking? I’m not sure…every now and then they’ll kick me, but they’ve been pretty calm the last couple days.”

“That’s amazing.” Felix breathed, and carefully resettled his hand against you. Within seconds, another little pop connected with his hand. Both parents made a surprised noise, this one having been a little bit stronger. 

“That was a significant strike.” Hearing a smile on your lips made him chuckle softly, pulling his hand away once more. “Perhaps they’ll be a fighter like their father.”

“Perhaps. Although it’ll take a lot more than that to scare me off.” Felix replied, challenging. You ran a gentle hand over your stomach, running soothing circles over where the baby had launched its attack. 

To your mild surprise, you did not receive a kick in return.

“Huh…they won’t kick for me.” 

“Really? But just a moment ago…” He trailed off, replacing your hand with his own. And within a single second there was another bump against his palm. “I wonder why they won’t kick for you, now.”

“I wonder if they’re not a fighter at all,” You grinned to yourself, leaning your head back to look up at him, “Maybe they just don’t want to share with you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” His brow furrowed, frowning in confusion. Your smile widened, reaching back to pinch his cheek. 

“I think the baby doesn’t like when you cuddle with me. They want me to all to themselves.” 

“What? That’s ridiculous.” He rolled his eyes, but the evidence was damning. When he barely touched you once more, yet another kick struck.

He glowered when he heard your failed attempt at suppressing your laughter, rising on his arms so that he could tilt his head over your side and address the offending fetus directly.

“Hey, you- what gives? I already have to share her once you’re born. Why are you trying to keep her all to yourself now?”

“I don’t think they can  hear you, my love.”

“If they can kick me, they can hear me.” He grumbled, pressing a soft kiss to your baby bump in spite of his grumpy tone. “Listen up, runt. You’ll have to share your mother with me whether you like it or not. So don’t think you’ll be able to fend me off with a few measly kicks, got it?”

“Mm, very fierce indeed.” You mused, “I’m sure threatening your unborn child is very intimidating to them.”

“Shut up.” He snapped, nipping your ear (gently) before he returned his attention to the child still attacking his hand. “Now you calm down…you’re gonna have to deal with me for a long time, so you might as well get used to sharing your mother.”

You snuggled back into his chest, feeling both his arms snake around your waist and draw you as close as he could. Despite the periodic taps against his fingers, the two of you were utterly delighted that the baby was kicking at all.

“They’re gonna be an awfully strong-willed one, aren’t they?” You asked softly, sinking into his peppering of wistful kisses. “Think we’ll be able to handle it?”

“Please. All they’ll be able to do is cry and squirm around once they’re born. We can handle it. And I’m definitely not gonna lose to someone who’s trying to cause trouble before they’re even born. You hear me, kid??”

“Felix, babies can’t talk.”

“They’ll figure it out real quick if they don’t stop kicking me.”

It wouldn’t be long before your wild child was born, squalling into the world and unhappy as can be. At least until he was held by his mother and father. 

Though within the first 24 hours of having a newborn, the two of you realized that no, you  couldn’t handle it nearly as flawlessly as Felix had stated before.

You may or may not have cast him many “I told you so” looks throughout the first few months of raising the young Fraldarius.

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I love your style of writing! Do you think you have any Xander stories that survived? If not no worries :)

Tragically I haven't any old Xander fics... one of the archive docs that was given to me no longer links to archived stories but a deleted Tumblr blog... so there'll be a bunch of fellas we'll have to start from scratch on!!!

Please feel free to send in as many requests as you'd like ;; U ;;

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I’ve been dealing with a lot of anxiety lately so I was wondering if you have any fluff/comfort dimileth prompts? Miss that couple :’) Love your work btw! ^^

I have a few in the inbox, but please feel free to send in some prompts with a couple of specifics and I'd be happy to write one for you ;; --- ;;

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(also sorry for such a long gap between new uploads, i went to toronto for a week and came back just in time to learn i'm now a second class citizen thanks to who a bunch of morons voted in so it's been a lot of ups and downs in a short period of time :') i hope yall are coping better than i am but rest assured we'll have plenty of new stories to get us thru it sdkfjskdjf)

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I need lonqu taking care of a sick robin

(I’m just on a sick fic kick right now yall)

It was clear to anyone watching the swordmaster marching down the streets of Ferox that he was not okay. He looked like he was seconds away from murder if someone so much as looked at him wrong.

Jaw clenched, fists tense and eyes sharper than the blade at his hip, Lon’qu looked to be a force of nature. A demon, in all honesty. But if you knew him in any personal manner, it was obvious he wasn’t angry at all.

Rather, he was deeply worried and verging on a full-on panic attack. Such was Lissa’s observation as she tried to keep up with him, though he was far more adept at rushing through deep snow than she was.

“H-hey, do you mind slowing down a little bit?? It’s nearly impossible to keep up with you in a blizzard!!”

“There’s no time.” Lon’qiu barked, “It’s bad enough I had to leave Robin alone to get you out of that damn carriage.”

“Hey, if we could’ve gotten here easier, you know I would have! But the snow is just crazy this time of year. Even Feroxi transport struggles! I don’t know why you sent for me, anyway.”

“There are healers that have traveled from Plegia to try and alleviate the demand because of this illness.” Lon’qu explained briskly, “I don’t want to wait for someone to show up. You’re the only one I trust with Robin-”

“Wow, that’s so nice-”

“-That’s available. Libra and Maribelle are already working with others in Ferox.” He continued, earning an annoyed scoff.

“I see your arrogance hasn’t changed! That’s no way to talk to a woman who just risked life and limb to help your wife.”

Lon’qu brushed her off, pushing open the gate to the home he’d left for far too long. The smoke billowing from the chimney still seemed steady, which was odd. He’d been gone for an hour. The smoke should have thinned out due to logs burning away, unless…

“Damn that woman-” Lon’qu grabbed Lissa’s hand as she trudged through the gate, practically yanking the poor princess up the hill to the house.

“W-whoa!! Slow down, you can’t just grab at me like that, you ass-”

“Robin!!”

Lissa stalled when Lon’qu’s hand left her, finding the house in disarray all around her. It looked as though it hadn’t been cleaned in days.

Worse yet, the subject of his exclamation was on her feet, poker trembling over the fire held by shaking, pale hands. Glassy eyes passed over the princess’ face, but Robin didn’t seem to register that she was looking at her dear friend.

“What the hells are you doing?? You’re supposed to be in bed!” Lon’qu snapped at his wife, taking the iron poker from your grasp and quickly directing you away from the flames. His ire quickly redirected to the princess. “And shut the door!!”

It jolted her back into focus, the door hastily shut and latched to prevent the ice from blowing in. Lon’qu busied himself with his wife. 

“You know what, I don’t even want to know why you’re out of bed.” He grumbled, throwing a blanket over you that was lopsided on the recliner. “You swore to me that you’d sleep.”

“I…woke up.” You swallowed thickly, wincing at the pain down your throat. Lon’qu shook his head, carefully lifting you off your feet. He carried you from the den, jerking his head to motion Lissa to follow.

The princess set her outerwear aside, snow and ice dripping into a puddle on the floor. Lon’qu had yet to change out of his freezing clothes, but it was clear his own health was the lowest priority.

“It got…cold…” Your voice was trembling harder than your hands were. Lissa quickened her pace, hurrying into the bedroom just as Lon’qu settled you into the quilts.

The bedroom was in just as rough a state; it was clear Lon’qu had been neglectigng just about everything except for his wife.

“I‘m sorry. I tried to get back before the fire burned out. But you should’ve stayed in bed, regardless.” Lon’qu added with a growl, tucking the blankets around you as tightly as he could.  “Lissa’s here to take care of you now; so don’t even think of getting up until you’re better.”

He looked up at said royal, who was swift in joining you at the bedside. She pressed her hand to your forehead, testing for temperature. Calling it a fever would be an understatement.

“Naga…how are you that hot but still so pale??” She was incredulous; this illnesss was severe in every sense of the word.

“How long has she been like this, Lon’qu?” She pulled the pouch around her waist to the front, digging for the vials of dried herbs she needed first.

“It started a week ago, and it’s only gotten worse each day that goes by. She started deteriorating about five days ago,when I first sent word to you.”

“Thank goodness you called when you did…this isn’t good.” She mumbled, “Five days of fever and goodness knows what else. I’m starting to understand why the healers are preoccupied.”

He stood back to give her needed space. “This season is always hard for our clerics, but this year’s spread has been especially brutal. Seven people died in the last two weeks, alone.”

“Well, Robin won’t become one of them. I promise.” She assured him, popping the cork on her vial of dried moringa. “I need a mortar and pestle, and hot water.”

“Understood.”

She’d barely measured the ingredients out on the bedside table before Lon’qu was back, a piping kettle in one hand and the heavy stone bowl in the other.

So the work began. Lon’qu lingered at the foot of the bed, switching between pacing and looking over Lissa’s shoulder to make sure she was working hard.

For a couple of minutes, it seemed to be effective. Your face relaxed as Lissa gently smeared some sort of ointment along your neck, and your breathing deepened.

He noted that your doctor seemed quite pleased with the immediate response, before she got back to work grinding herbs away in the mortar. She cast her gave back at your husband, who seeme dincapable of calming down even for a second.

“So, what’s going on, anyway? You’re talking about this like it’s some sort of seasonal disease. Is it common in Ferox?”

“It is; the common name is Feroxi Flu.”

“Creative.”

“It has a proper title, but since it’s a strain that only hits this region due to Ferox’s set up, you’ll hear the common name a lot more.”

“Well, the ‘flu’ part is quite accurate in her case. All the symptoms are pointing to a severe infection, but it’s nothing that can’t be reversed with rest, constant care and a wathcful eye.”

“Tell me what she needs.”

Lissa smiled softly, seeing determination burn brightly in his eyes. She couldn’t think of the last time she’d heard him utter anything with that level of emotion, except for the day she and Chrom brought you back to your husband’s side in Ferox after your sacrifice.

The reunion was an ocean of tears and promises never to abandon him again, and he had been quite bashful about the royals witnessing his outburst when he regained himself.

So to see him with that same fire in his eyes again made her realize that this was very serious…at least, to him. From what Lissa was able to see in the medical examination suggested otherwise.

“Well, if I’m being honest it’s a lot worse than it should be given her age and general health. So I’m fairly confident in saying it’s this bad because of Robin pushing herself too hard.”

“I haven’t been-”

“She’s gotten out of bed nearly every single day since she got sick.” Lon’qu confirmed, glaring sharply at his wife. She wilted under his reprimanding gaze, amusing to the healer.

“So Robin, you’re going to start with some good, long rest and penty of fluids. Vegetable and chicken broth will be best. Ginger tea will be a good drink option…she hasn’t been eating a lot, right?”

“She throws up nearly everything she eats. I’ve been able to get her to keep bread and some tea down. I’ve had trouble with anything hardier.”

“Then let’s do ginger tea first, and then introduce the broth. So long as she can eat, she’ll regain her strength. As for the congestion and other symptoms…”

The princess rattled off a number of remedies and herbal mixtures he would be tasked with grinding and preparing for you while you recovered. The state of you was certainly concerning, but nothing that you couldn’t bounce back from.

You coughed through a thank you, knowing what a trek it must have been just to tend to one patient. You offered for her to stay the night with you, but she had already prepared accommodations in the city courtesy of the Khan (who also demanded to know how you were doing when they found out the reason for the princess’/ visit).

Lon’qu led her to the door, and once again the house fell silent against the whipping winds of Ferox’s blizzard.

You nestled back into the pillows, fending off another coughing fit. The soft thuds of your husband’s feet caught your attention, and he passed back into the room with a number of warm-looking dishes on a tray.

“I’m sure that all smells delicious, if I could smell.” You joked, pushing yourself up some to sit up properly. Lon’qu set them on the bedside table one by one, before he sat down beside you once more.

“Eat this. Lissa said it will help ease the congestion.”

The gentler, softer side of Lon’qu was always such a sweet thing to experience. Even in your currnet state, a smile crept up your lips as you watched him spoon a mouthful of soup from the bowl for you.

“I could feed myself, you know.”

“Lissa said rest was key. That means you’re not lifting a finger, if I can help it.” He replied gruffly, holding it up. Obediently you accepted the food, earning a satisfied expression. “Good. Once you’re done, take this medicine-- then you can sleep.”

“I’ll take it on one condition,” You held up a finger as he presented another spoonful of broth. His eyes narrowed, suspicious.

“Are you seriously trying to bargain with me right now?”

“You have to read to me until I fall asleep.”

“Tch.” He clicked his tongue, pressing the spoon to your mouth. You tried not to splutter a laugh, knowing he’d only be more agitated if you spat out the food. “Why would you want me to read to you? I’m no good at it and I have half the speed you do.”

“But you really do such a good job… I love listening to you read. It gives me joy.” You spoke earnestly, watching his ears burn brighter with every word. He looked away with a groan, the glare sharpening over his frown.

“Damn you…fine, if it matters so much to you, I’ll do it just this once! But only because you’re ill, got it??”

“Thank you, my love.”

“Gh…! S-shut up and eat.” He snapped, all but shoving the next spoon into your mouth. You grinned behind the wood utensil, finding delight in how easily you could fluster such a prickly man. 

You finished the rest of your food promptly, and without any further bartering. And of course the bitter medicine came after, but as promised, Lon’qu reluctantly trudged back to the bed with your latest novel, opened to the page you last read and started stumbling through the paragraphs.

If you were bothered by his lack of literary skills, you didn't say it. Instead you leaned into his side, and threaded your fingers with his, listening to the tale that unfolded while Lon’qu continued on.

He did not know when you fell asleep, but he did not stop reading until dark…and not beccause he liked holding your hand for so long, or anything.

No, that wasn’t it at all.

While you wouldn’t make a full recovery for another week and a half, Lon’qu was there to support you through every minute of it (and maybe possibly secretly hold your hand when able, as well).

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Not a request, but welcome back!! I thought you were eaten by the void. I'm glad you're doing well! UmU

Mercifully I have not been consumed yet (but it was close)!! lol

Thanks for welcoming me back :"))))

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Could you do a little fic with Frederick x F!Robin 🥺? Pretty please 👉👈? Maybe one where Freddy gets really really sick and Robin is just scared because like, you know, she loves him so much, and what can you do when your stuck on a military campaign in the middle of nowhere and your husbands near dead with fever

(I have been working on this story for the last few months...enjoy 18 pages of angst and fluff and sniffling Freddybear ;;; U ;;; )

Frederick did not get sick. His immune system was impeccably strong; practically impenetrable to any disease or virus that would seek to bring him down.

You believed Lissa’s fervent stories about how Frederick would clear a cold with a single sneeze; seeing how your husband took such meticulous care of his help suggested he was as healthy as the myths foretold.

You had only been married a short while; a little over six months, following the few months courtship after you were found.

So it was very new; but it was also the only life you knew. Frederick had quickly gone from being a distrusting nuisance to the one constant in your life.

He was always there with a smile, a kiss or a squeeze of your hand. His patience was unending, and his compassion for your struggles with amnesia was unwavering. There was no normal without Frederick by your side.

But when the journey to Ferox led to a blizzard on top of a blizzard, it was only natural that not everyone in the encampment could weather the cold.

Vaike caught a bad flu first; of course he did, what with insisting on wearing as little warm clothing as possible to show off his glorious body.

Miriel would chastise him as she treated him, though there was very little one could do to sotp help the body heal from natural illness.

Injuries? Sure. Sickness caused by your own stupidity? Not so much.

Chrom quickly set the Shepherds to work to try and stop the sickness from spreading, but the measures he was taking weren’t good enough. There was still a bit of a journey to the nearest village, before reaching the capital city.

For now, everyone was to shelter in place and try their very best to get the fires burning high and hot. With hearty stew prepared for dinner and thick blankets distributed to the soldiers, it seemed like survival from the cold would be successful.

The darkness had made it difficult to tell just what time it is, but you were just exhausted. The final evening counsel had concluded, and you hurried back to the tent. Frederick assured you he’d follow once he finished checking over each of the fires in camp..

A task which normally took about half an hour, seemed to be taking much longer. You busied yourself with insulating the tent (as he carefully taught you), and had a small orb of fire floating safely in the center of the tent.

It was like a personal haven of heat…and you didn’t want to leave it.

At least, not until the tent flap opened, letting in a howl of cold air.

“Frederick, quickly!” You gasped, motioning for him to latch it shut. “It’ll take ages to reheat the tent!!”

“Forgive me, my dear,” Frederick’s voice was trembling as he shivered despite himself. “I am feeling slightly more tired than I realized.”

“You? Tired? Impossible.” You laughed some, but regarded him just the same, eyebrows raised. “You don’t think it’s the weather, do you? Neither of us are really built to withstand freezing temperatures like this…maybe it’s having an impact on your health.”

“My health is fine, as always.” He dismissed the very thought as he loosened the straps of his armor. “I am simply tired from making sure our campfires will last the night. Not all of us know how to do this warming enchantment, after all.”

“If it didn’t cost so much mana, I would cast it for everyone’s tents.” You agreed, rising to help him place the armor on its stand.

“We do need you to preserve as much as possible.” He agreed, “But I suppose I can allow it for our personal tent…for now.”

“Even the strict Lieutenant Frederick deserves to indulge every now and then.” You grinned, passing him his nightshirt before returning to the bedding.

“I suppose it is an indulgence, but the warmth is quite welcome…Ferox feels particularly biting this time of year.”

“Hmm. Cordelia said it’s actually much milder than usual. Which is saying something, given it feels like the temperature’s in the negatives.” You said with a shiver, but Frederick did not seem to notice.

Slowly, Frederick finished his nighttime routine and settled into bed with you, wishing you goodnight with a kiss. But something was…off. Your brow furrowed, making a small noise when your lips parted.

“Darling? You’re…rather warm. Do you feel all right?”

Frederick took a moment to process your words, but seemed unaffected. “I am sure it is only the tent. Come morning I’m sure my body temperature will drop the second we step outside. We should…rest.”

Frederick was asleep in the span of a few breaths. You shook your head, subconsciously noting that his body heat seemed to rise as you followed into slumber.

With a yawn and a stretch, you faced the next morning well-rested and plenty warm. That heating spell was a true work of art; you made a note to figure out methods to expand it to benefit all of the Shepherds.

The dim light seeping into the tent suggested it was just after dawn; time to get ready to face the day. But when you shifted to get up, something solid touched your back on the bedroll.

You turned to find Frederick still asleep beside you.

“What in the name of- Frederick? My love?” You reached for his face, feeling heat simmer beneath your fingertips. Too much heat.

“Frederick.” You called him again, a little firmer, and pushed on his shoulder. His breath was shallower, and he wasn’t responding to you.

“Freddybear, it’s past time to get up. You’re not going to have time to set all the fires!” You pressed, and that seemed to do the trick.

Frederick groaned, squeezing his eyes before they slowly fluttered open. “Mmnh…Robin…?”

“Good morning, sleepyhead. You’re quite late for your morning tasks. Shall I take care of them so you can rest?” If he was feeling unwell enough to sleep through the first hour of his day, then…

“That’s all right, Robin. I do appreciate the offer.” He dismissed you, rising slowly from his back and starting to stand.

There was a mild dizziness in his steps, as though disoriented from waking up. It had you on your feet behind him, placing a steadying hand to the small of his back.

“My dear, I don’t think you should do anything today. You’re looking a bit unwell, and the last thing I want is-”

“Nonsense. I have never once gotten ill; I am in peak condition, as always.”

“Then why are your eyes so glassy? And why are you struggling to keep your balance?”

“My oversleeping has simply left me disoriented.” He shook his head, “I know my body, Robin. If there is something wrong, I will not ignore it.”

“Unless something more important than your health happens, first.” You sighed, to which Frederick averted his gaze. Guilty as charged. “I know you, Frederick. You have a track record nearly as long as my own that shows you’d rather die than forget to polish Chrom’s sword for the fifth time.”

“I suppose that is true, but you forget that I have had a significant change in my personal life that impacts those odds.”

“And what might that be?” Your hands were on your hips, unconvinced. Frederick smiled softly, closing the distance between you to run handsome fingers along the side of your face.

“I recently married a very caring, attentive woman, whose opinion I value deeply.”

It was your turn to avert your gaze. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Lieutenant.”

“Is it flattery if I spoke earnestly? I can assure you, I could not possibly exaggerate my feelings for you.”

“All right, all right. You’ve made your point.” You huffed, brushing his hand away (gently) so as to preserve the remainder of your resolve. “Just…please pay attention to your health. It’s already brutal outside, and if you’re feeling ill, I don’t want you to hurt yourself. You’re all I’ve got.”

“I understand.” He nodded, though he was unable to keep the smile from his lips. He brushed past you one final time, kissing the top of your head while he went.

Your gaze lingered on him even after the tent flap fell closed again. He was pushing himself too hard, and it was clear he wasn’t well. But you decided to trust Frederick; after all, he trusted you in spite of your mysterious origins.

He was all you really knew, now. Frederick’s routine was the one constant, in the throes ofkk battle and the constantly shifting tactics and politics that came with it.

He was always the same. Always performing his duties down to the exact second on his schedule. It reassured you; grounded you.

There was no reason to doubt him.

Glancing at the timepiece he kept in his trunk, it would be a few hours before breakfast. You’d check in on him then.

Surely, he’d be all right to work for a few hours.Frederick was not, in fact, fine to work a few hours.

When you reconnected in the mess tent, you found he had already fetched both your portions, but his was noticeably smaller than yours.

“Freddybear…aren’t you hungry? You’ve been working since dawn.” You noted carefully, sitting beside your husband.

He stared into the bowl, his brow furrowed. “I am not particularly hungry this morning. Perhaps I simply have not put in as much effort today as I usually do.”

You purse your lips, sharing some of your breakfast with him to even the portions out a little more.

“You’re going to need the energy if you insist on doing your daily duties in that heavy set of armor. Although, you could always slow down and rest for the day, just in case…”

“Thank you for worrying about me, but I can assure you I’m fine.” He replied gently, and returned the portion you shared with him into your bowl. “I know your day will be filled with meetings; you’re going to need the strength to withstand all those political battles.”

“That is a good point.” You nodded, “But at last eat one extra bite. For me?”

He exhaled softly, allowing you to rgift him one spoonful of your meal.

“Very well.”

“Thank you, dear.” You grinned, pecking his cheek. “Now let’s eat before our duties drag us away.”

And drag you away, they did; you were plotting out your next steps, knowing exactly where to go in order to avoid Plegian fire and reach Ferox within a reasonable amount of time. The bitter cold would provide more obstacles the longer you waited to take up camp and move it closer to the capital.

The kingdom itself had its share of bandits and vagabonds, which would no doubt become a headache for the Shepherds during the journey northward.

Coupled with the snowfall only growing icier and heavier through the next several days, and you had yourselves a proper race against the clock.

“We’ve already strained the medical tent with the number of soldiers who’ve fallen ill in the cold.” Stahl reported, “Lady Maribelle and Princess Lissa have requested a number of medical supplies, as well as any blankets and winter wear that can be spared.”

“We’re already running low on all of that, as it is…where would we be able to find more?”

“There’s a village between here and Ferox…could we make it there before we get to Ferox, so we can restock and rest?” You wondered, narrowing your eyes at the map.

The faint clanging of sparring reverberated in the still air as the council contemplated the next move. A good reminder that there would need to be a weapons restock in the near future as well.

“Indeed there is; but it would also force us to rework the path to Ferox, as well. It may add an additional two days to our journey when we depart.” Miriel explained, illustrating the wide curve the army would have to take if they went on this detour.

A particularly strong strike of steel hit across camp, followed by an exclamation among the soldiers. Someone must have won that duel handily. The sounds of mock battle resumed in the background.

“It would be worth it, in order to keep ourselves in top condition. I don’t want to risk lives because we were fighting hungry or sick. Chrom, what do you think?” You turned to the prince, who was listening carefully to the deliberations.

The clanging outside stopped suddenly. More exclamations.

“While time is indeed of the essence, I feel that Robin’s plan may be better in the long term. We should start making preparations to take up the camp and head north while it is still early in the-”

“Lord Chrom!!”

Ricken suddenly burst into the tent, the frost across his clothes contrasted sharply with the bright red of his face.

“Ricken? What’s-”

“The Lieutenant collapsed!!”

In a breath the whole of the tent was emptied, sprinting to the clamoring crowd that wasw growing at the training grounds. You led the charge, heart thundering faster than your feet could carry you.

Frederick collapsed. Frederick collapsed?

The words were foreign in your brain; you couldn’t make sense of it. The faint glow of healing staves could be seen in the snow. You pushed your way through the rumbling soldiers, confused and concerned.

Deep in the snow, Frederick laid off the side of the field. Maribelle and Lissa were frantically trying to heal him. He was unconscious.

“Frederick-” You reached his side before Chrom could, sliding to your knees beside him. His face was pale, in spite of being inches deep in the snow and ice. “What’s wrong with him?”

“He just dropped in the middle of a fight. I thought he may have been struck, but there aren’t any wounds.” Maribelle explained, words clipped and anxious.

You tore the glove from your hand, touching his face. Instantly you withdrew your fingers, a rush of air leaving you.

“He’s hot.” The staves paused at your statement, both the women staring at you. “H-his skin is really, really warm.”

“But his face is…” Lissa trailed off, brows furrowing. “Wait. Is he-?”

“Surely not.” The pair exchanged a glance. You were moments from shaking someone’s shoulders.

“What’s wrong with him??”

“He’s…he’s fallen ill.”

Pneumonia. A terrible case of it, at that. You were supposed to be relieved that he wasn’t injured; that this was something healed with plenty of herbs, medicines and rest.

But Frederick didn’t get sick.

You remembered the legends of Shepherds seeing Frederick sneeze and instantly cure whatever cold he might have had. Pneumonia was much more severe than a cold, but…surely it couldn’t have debilitated him so badly.

The healing tent was a mess of anxiety behind you, which was hard to ignore considering you were already deeply upset.

“You should not be here, Robin. If the type of pneumonia he contracted is contagious, you may fall ill as well.”

Frederick didn’t react to the voices above him; he was unconscious. The breaths trembled in his lungs, feverishly turning his head side to side on the pillow. Whatever was going on inside of him was tumultuous.

“I understand, but…I cannot leave him when he’s like this.” Your response was given without ever taking your eyes off him.

It was difficult to sit and watch, but the healers were kind enough to allow you to stay by his side while they worked around you. They had drawn his blood, listened to his heartbeat and his breathing, and were checking his fever every hour.

“H-he’ll be okay, right?” You heard Lissa ask from the end of the bed. She was tasked with healing him as well, but given how shaky her hands were, she needed to gather herself. Chrom put a comforting arm around her, but his expression remained grave.

“I’m sure he’ll recover. This may be a difficult fight, but it’s Frederick. I’ve never seen him sick longer than a day.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” Lissa managed a small smile, but she was looking about as pale as your husband currently did. The thought alone made your stomach flip.

“Is there anything that we can do?” You asked Maribelle, “I…I want to stay with him, but I don’t want to be useless.”

“Perhaps fetching some food for yourselves and him will be good. I think all of you could use some fresh air. See if Stahl has the vegetable broth that I requested.”

The three of you left the tent, the biting air a bitter reminder of your current reality. It drew your feet to a stop. Maybe…maybe you shouldn’t leave his side just yet.

“Robin?”

Chrom touched your upper arm. It was difficult to find the words.

“Are you all right?”

“I…don’t know. I just don’t feel like it’s a good idea to leave him.” You glanced back at the tent, “I don’t like the idea of going somewhere and he’s not there with me.”

Chrom motioned for Lissa to go ahead, a little more concerned with his friend folding into herself.

“I’m sorry, Robin. If I realized he was getting sick, I would have ordered him to rest before it got like this. I know how hard he pushes himself.”

“I tried to convince him to slow down - more than once - but he insisted he was fine, and he pushed forward anyways. I believed him when he said he’d take care of himself, but now he’s… I’m just so worried.”

“We all are. This is uncharted territory.” Chrom agreed, squeezing your shoulder. “I can’t imagine how it must feel for you. You’ve been stuck to Frederick like glue almost since we found you in that field.”

You nodded, lips pursed. It wouldn’t do any good to speak out loud your deeper fears.

“He’s…my world.” You admitted quietly, frown deepening. “I don’t think I should leave him.”

“Even if it’s on the healer’s orders?”

“You can bring me back some food too, can’t you?”

Chrom chuckled. “Of course. We’ll be back as soon as we can.”

And so you returned to the tent, feeling a sense of relief that you wouldn’t be leaving Frederick behind for any longer. Maribelle quirked an eyebrow, but did not press any questions as to why you had taken a break that wasn’t longer than a few minutes.

You quietly returned to your seat beside Frederick, whose expression remained contorted in discomfort.

He had turned away from your touch, jerking his head when cool fingers brushed against his cheek. His eyes remained closed; was he having a nightmare?

“I’m here, Freddybear.” You whispered, “I’m sure you can’t hear me, but…I’m not going anywhere ‘til you’re better. Got it?”

You squeezed his hand, resting your head on your other arm while you watched his fitful rest. It wouldn’t be long before the royals returned with food for yourself and your husband, though his was more flavored water than anything else.

Maribelle had moved to take care of his meal, but you were quick to volunteer. Something about letting others take over a task that was clearly meant for you to do felt wrong.

Though to the others, it was a symptom of more worrisome fears.By the time the next evening rolled in, Frederick’s condition grew worse.

The past twenty-four hours saw him in and out of a feverish attempt at consciousness. At one point, your name had passed his lips, but th.

Chrom sent their best horsemen to the village north, requesting clerics who would surely be able to turn his fever around with their expertise.

You were anxiously watching the tent flaps, hoping Chrom would return with an army of Feroxi healers at any second.

“Just hold on a little longer, my love.” You whispered, and held his hand tightly between both of yours. “Help will be here soon. Then you’ll be right as rain, and everything’ll go back to normal. Like nothing was ever wrong.”

His response was little more than a shuddering breath, his brow drawn tight against the pounding ache in his head. You kissed his knuckles, trying so hard to keep your wits.

He was your world. He was all that you knew, and neither you nor any of his close friends had ever known him to fall so terribly ill. What was worse, of course, was the terrible reality that no one could think of what might happen next.

When the clerics finally arrived, Frederick’s condition had already worsened. The shallow breathing was replaced with fits of hard, wet coughs. It seemed to pull him from whatever troubled excuse for rest he’d been getting before.

The coughing sounded heavy, as though his lungs were rattling with every sharp repetition. Your hand was on his back the instant he awoke, doubling over almost as suddenly as his eyes had opened.

“Frederick!” Your concern was quickly overwhelmed by the trio of clerics that were shepherded in by the prince. Chrom looked between you and Frederick, a small flash of relief in his eyes quickly overshadowed with worry.

“He's awake- that’s a good sign, isn’t it?” He commented as he came to your side, a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“His fever is severe.” The first cleric spoke, already having placed the back of his hand to Frederick’s forehead.

His eyes were glassy; you worried he didn’t know what was going on. Chrom’s fingers twitched.

“It can be brought back down though, can’t it?”

“It will be difficult, milord. Not only that, but it sounds as though the infection has spread deep into his lungs. The coughing should not be this heavy after two days of rest.”

“What can we do?” You asked, deciding to ignore the crack in your voice.

“We will need cold compresses, a bowl of cold water, and an additional bowl of packed snow.” The third cleric instructed, addressing the healer as she joined the growing group. “Could you show us where the medicinal herbs are, Lady Maribelle?”

“Of course. Though I must inform you that I’ve tried every combination I can think of to address the ailment.”

“We have brought our own supply of herbs local to Ferox, though we assumed you would have most of the base roots and herbs we will need to combine them with.”

“That would be correct.” Maribelle’s chin lifted, clearly proud of herself for maintaining the stock. She nodded to you, “Not to worry, Robin. We’ll have him back to normal in no time, now that we’ve got some proper help.”

You turned your attention back to Frederick, whose expression was a mixture of exhaustion, pain and confusion.

“Dearest?” You touched his cheek, the flushed red and sharp heat nearly catching you off guard. “Frederick, darling, did you hear them?”

A non-committal noise was about the best he could do before another coughing fit took hold. Your hand left his face to support his back again, a vain attempt at helping him.

“Milady,” One of the clerics addressed you, “It will be more efficient for us to work if we are allowed to occupy the whole space. I’m afraid we must ask you to leave.”

You glanced back at your husband, chewing the inside of your cheek. “But you will keep me informed if anything changes, yes?”

“You will be the first to know. Thank you for your cooperation.” They guided you out, Chrom not far behind. He seemed a little more at ease than you did, though you couldn’t imagine why.

“They sure know what they’re doing, don’t they? They’re not wasting a second.” Chrom said, sealing the tent behind you. “I only wish we were able to return with help sooner; I’ve never seen him in such dire straits.”

“But he will be all right?” Your response was shaky enough to be more of a question than a statement of fact. Chrom could hear it in your voice; you were well beyond anxious.

“Yes- yes, of course he’ll be all right! Frederick’s got the fortitude and the stubborness of an ox. He’s not going to let something like this take him down.”

“Thank you, Chrom.” Your whisper was met with a kind smile, and an elbow offered.

“May I escort you back to your tent?”

When he left you to your own devices, there was little else to distract yourself from the worrying besides scribbling nonsense on parchment.

It did at least serve to occupy your thoughts for an hour, though it was far from productive.

A few maps were drawn that would no doubt have to be re-worked, some personal notes that you couldn’t seem to read the words you were writing…

With a sharp sigh, you pushed away from your desk, opting to do some tidying around the immaculate tent instead. Something to keep your mind from worrying. Anything to stop fretting for a single second.

“Lady Robin?”

Perhaps not.

You unlatched the tent flap to find one of the village clerics standing in the whipping ice and wind. His expression was more grim than the weather.

“It is about your husband’s condition.”The pair of you returned to the healing tent within minutes of his status report. Frederick’s fever wasn’t breaking.

His condition hadn’t improved even after the intensive care he’d been receiving for the last hour straight. Even in the state he was in, with the efforts the clerics had already put in, his fever should have reduced by at least half a degree.

Instead, the rate he was going suggested he would not make it through the night if nothing changed.

It sucked the air from your lungs.

Returning to Frederick’s side didn’t give any comfort. You were at his bedside, this time determined not to leave him until you knew he was okay. His hand was tightly grasped between both of yours, feeling the heat that seared through his fingertips. His skin was so pale, and his breathing was labored.

“I am sorry, Lady Robin. We have informed the Exalt and his sister, but have instructed them to stay away from the tent so that we can continue to monitor him with little distraction. But given you are his spouse, I thought you should be the only exception.”

“Please…” The sound of your voice was foreign in your ears. When had it become so broken? Your fingers tightened around his hand, your knuckles white. “Please, help him.”

“My lady, we will do all we can, but there is little else-”

“There h-has to be something.” You hissed, fighting so hard not to let the dam break. “I can’t lose him. Not like this, he- I-I don’t have anyone else.”

The cleric’s lips drew into a thin line; this was the fearless Ylissean tactician, bearing her soul to a complete stranger. A man who you saw as holding his life in his hands.

“We will do what we can.” He repeated, gentler. “I do not wish to frighten you., but it is important that you know…and that you may need to prepare for the worst.”

There was little in the way of a response. Instead the cleric moved away, closing the fabric that provided some privacy in the tent so that you could be alone with him for a little while.

Silence filled the space, your thundering heart overwhelmed by the howling winds pounding the canvas with ice and snow. The tent was warm, at least, but it did not stop the shivers running up and down your spine. Though the trembling had a different source.

“Frederick…” Your forehead fell on his shoulder, a grimace twisting your lips. “Frederick, please- don’t do this. I need you. I need you to get through this, I-”

A sob caught in your throat, desperate and raw.

“Y-you’re everything to me, you know that? Y-you’ve been there since the first day…you’re in my very first memories since I woke up in that damn field. And you are my one constant…my one truth. I don’t…”

You swallowed thickly, pulling back to gaze upon his face. He looked so pained.

“I don’t know how to live without you.”

You drew his hand up to your lips, kissing his knuckles once, twice, three times as hot tears overflowed.

“Please, love…do not go where I cannot follow.”

Soft whimpers were somehow able to escape, the fragile prayers an echo in your heart. The silence was deafening, interrupted only by the muted cries of the knight lieutenant’s beloved.

There was nothing else to do but wait.

Agonize…and wait.

The first thing that registered in your mind when you awoke in the quiet of morning…was that your back ached terribly.

You groaned, recognizing that you were not asleep in your cot, but had slumped over on a less than comfortable stool. Frederick would surely scold you for falling asleep in such a way- it was simply terrible for your physical health to slump over on your seat for hours like that.

His name flitting through your thoughts was able to pull you from the drowse. The reason you were sitting at all was because you were in the healing tent. Watching over your husband.

“Frederick-” Your whisper was hoarse and a crackled attempt at speaking. Blearily you searched for his face in the darkness.

It was far too dark- was it even really morning? You fumbled with a small spell tag, hastily casting a small Ember spell.

An infant flame flickered to life in your palm, allowing your eyes to focus on your prize.

The lieutenant was still asleep. Your jaw clenched, feeling a lance of fear in your heart; he was asleep, wasn’t he?

Shaking fingers reached for his face, finding heat beneath your touch.

No…not heat. Warmth.

He was warm.

“Frederick…! Your fever-” You rose abruptly from your seat, pressing your ear to his chest to confirm your hopes. His heartbeat was still there.

Breath filled his lungs.

He made it through the night.

“Oh-- oh, the healers-!” You burst from the enclosed space, extinguishing the ember as you called for the clerics’ attention. There were two still shuffling about in the early morning, startled by the noisy tactician.

“My lady-?”

“His fever broke-!” You blurted out, pointing lamely back to where your husband slept. “H-he is still alive!”

It was all you could do to follow after the pair, who hurriedly went to confirm your exclamation. One took up Frederick’s hand, pressing his wrist to feel for his pulse. The other touched his forehead, confirming he was indeed no longer boiling.

“He has made it through the night.” They declared, relief passing over the three of you. It was impossible to contain your joy, all but collapsing beside him and sobbing with immense joy.

You clung to his hand, pressing as many kisses as you could while the healers politely left to procure more medicine to treat him once he woke.

Though you could care less if they stayed or went- Frederick was alive!

He would remain asleep for a few hours more, despite all the ruckus around him. Chrom and Lissa were promptly informed of the state of him, and you were soon joined by two tearful royals who crammed into the little space beside you.

So that, when Frederick finally did open his eyes again, he found himself surrounded by three blurry, smiling, ridiculous figures.

“Frederick?” Lissa spoke up first, blue eyes shining bright with hopefulness. “Can you hear me? You feeling any better?”

A soft noise was just about the only thing he could manage, brow furrowed in confusion as he tried to gather his bearings.

He wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, only that he didn’t exactly feel fantastic.

However, he could definitively say he felt better now than he did a while ago. And judging by the worried expressions that were surrounding him as his vision focused, he wasn’t the only one who thought that.

“Darling,” You called to him softly, squeezing his hand. “Do you need anything? Should I get you some water, or. Something to eat?”

He squeezed your hand back, albeit weakly. “Mmn…water…”

“O-of course! Just a moment.” You looked back to Chrom and Lissa, light in your gaze for the first time in days. As if you were saying “Hear that? He wants to drink something!” with your face.

“Why don’t you stay here while we go get him some water, instead? You’ve suffered long enough at his side; you deserve some joy, instead.” Chrom suggested, and took his sister’s hand.

Frederick watched them leave with sleepy confusion, turning his attention back to you.

“You…were suffering…?”

“Freddybear, you were really, really sick. It was pneumonia.” You explained, “One minute you seemed fine, and the next you collapsed during training. You were barely conscious, a-and the fever you had almost killed you.”

A grim understanding crossed his face, seeming to wake him up a little more. “I see…I didn’t realize…”

“I’m sure you didn’t think it was as bad as it was, but…the clerics had informed me you may not have made it through the night.” The red around your eyes betrayed the softness in your tone. You reached your breaking point.

Your husband’s hand shifted around yours, threading his fingers between your own as close as possible.

“I had a dream…you were crying.” He breathed, “Praying.”

With a trembling lip, you shook your head, looking away in a feeble attempt to withhold the tears from escaping.

“Did you say I’m…your one…your one constant?”

With a shaky sigh, you nodded, squeezing his fingers again. “I did, because you are. I rely on you more than anyone else, Freddybear. You’re the one person I can always count on to…to be there. More than anybody. That’s…why I w-was so upset.”

“I didn’t know,” He coughed much drier and softer than before. You made a move to help him, but he shook his head, opting instead to maintain his strengthening grip on your hand.

“I didn’t know you felt so strongly about me.”

You weren’t sure if that was a sob or a laugh that you barked out, but it was there all the same. “Frederick, of course I feel that way about you- I married you! Did you doubt my love wouldn’t extend to trusting you, too?”

‘T-that is not what I meant. It seems my thoughts are still…a bit muddled.” He shook his head, looking troubled. “ I mean that…I did not know you relied on my presence so much.”

“It’s only natural, isn’t it?” You insisted quietly, leaning down so that your head rested on the thin pillow inches from him. He stared into your eyes, his still-blurred vision focusing enough to show the sorrow in your eyes. “I can’t recall what life was like before the valley. And you’ve been there since day one, for the good and bad.”

“You said that to me, too. I remember.” His whisper was met with a bashful smile, and your fingers gingerly brushing along his cheek. “So it really wasn’t a dream. I…I am so sorry, Robin. I frightened you so…”

You blinked rapidly, and shook your head. “You didn’t know it would end up this badly. All I can ask is that in the future, y-you take better care of yourself. I don’t know I can survive another situation like this”

“I will.” He promised, leaning into your touch with a happy sigh. “Thank you…for looking after me. It makes me feel even more grateful that you are my wife; to think you would stay so loyally at my side, despite my own foolishness.”

“I am a pretty wonderful wife, aren’t I?” You mused, allowing the tension to ease with a spot of humor and some well deserved laughter. You kissed Frederick’s forehead, tenderly brushing the hair from his brow. “I will go and find Maribelle, so we can discuss what your recovery will look like from here. And I’m sure Chrom and Lissa have already gotten that water by now.”

Frederick could not bear to take his eyes off you, watching as you rose from your place beside him (with one more kiss for good measure), to retrieve the listed parties.

It filled his exhausted heart with such warmth and joy, to know that you loved him so deeply. That you needed him so terribly.

If he was honest with himself, he knew it would be the exact same nightmares and fears running around in his mind that you had to struggle through. Sinking back into the cot, he stared up at the ceiling, determined to prevent such a horrific experience from ever being repeated.

And, while he was at it, thinking of the perfect way to woo his dear wife’s heart back. Thankfully it would not be difficult to achieve.

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