Frederick the Wary

"Will you—bear my children?"

“Fuk’Qu."

"If it's any consolation, you can think of Milord as your second husband or something.."

"Will you—bear my children?"

"W-Well… I-I suppose it’s alright… But that means we must be married, live in a large manor, and you must put me and our beautiful babies above Chrom. Okay~?"

"No chance, no way. I won't do it, oh no." You swoon, you sigh, he denies you, ho ho. "I have to say, Milord must come first."

    "ɪ … ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ like your butt."

"I feel my derriere is not worthy"

-Takes out a crane and reaches it out to him.-"You forgot about your crane."

Nabs the bird in question and flys away via HM02.

"W-Wait! Come back!"

"...Yes?"

"After saying that you potentially view me in my 50's? I don't think so." He trots off.

"Will you—bear my children?"

"I''m already not wearing underwear, so we might as well, right?'

"I’m not wearing any underwear."

"Then put some on, you dunce!"

"D—Does the carpet m-match the drapes?"

"I suppose so..?" She replied, a questioning tone. What.. drapes were there in this tent of his, because there certainly was not any windows present.

"...Good to know."

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