After a long day of being called to do various things and not actually doing them, Lissa was ready to wind down with some more unsupervised slacking off. Maribelle had given her some nice bath soaps from the market, maybe should would try one of those out tonight. The night was her egg and Lissa could cook it any way she wanted. Well, if she could cook.

As she opened the door, she untied her pigtails and shook her hair free from it's constraints and let it fall down to her shoulders. Humming, she spun around, closed the door, and slipped off her boots, setting them next to the frame. It was a good thing she didn't take anything else off, because when she looked up, Frederick was hunched over at her tea table.

It was honestly a shock, unexpectedly seeing a large man sitting at your table, but once Lissa realized it was Frederick, all was well. Though she was still a bit confused.

♥ → █ ❝I can't say I needed your permission, but if you insist.❞

┌Now, all she had to do was find ferderick. Where was the great knight again? Ah, was that him in the distance?┘

1: Nami, that’s all I’m willing to tell you

2: 17 yrs old

3: I’m afraid of ovens, thunderstorms, and death

4: I love my friends, my pets, and more importantly my 2DS

5: I’m not comfortable answering this

6: I’m not comfortable answering this

7: like to be honest? it’s

azurosa

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8: I’m bisexual

9: i don’t understand this question??

/I’m very tempted to write a reply to this

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Scouring the camp, Maribelle had one objective on her mind: Find the Great Knight.

She had seen how Frederick nannied Chrom, how Frederick tended to silverware, how he awoke before dawn to ready tea and breakfast for the camp... the man was a steward in knight's armor, and she found this the perfect opportunity to get him to teach the art of stewardship to her own lackeys back in Themis.

Finally, her eyes landed on the hulking blue mass of armor and the noblewoman made a beeline for it.

"Sir Frederick, a word if you please!" she said, curls bouncing with every step she took. 

As she saw Frederick turn to her, she opened her mouth and drawled, "yes, good afternoon to you, I was wondering, milord, if you might be so kind as to--" with a yelp, Maribelle tripped over a rock in her way and landed... right in his arms.

The noblewoman flushed a brilliant red then fought herself out of his grip, "I say, do you have no manners?! How dare one of your station grip a lady in such a way?!" she scolded him... but her red face gave her away, she was embarrassed beyond belief that she tripped over a measly rock. She only thought Sumia capable of such a feat. 

———{ ╰☼╮} It was usually quite cold at night and had to sleep, at least for the Exalt it was. She often needed more than one blanket to keep warm and ease into sleep. However this night was much different as she rested her head and soaked up the comfort of the blankets and pillows something rustled and prevented he from fully falling asleep,infact it wiped the drowzy from her and she became slightly alert. Another body crawled into bed, quite big, very muscular.. so warm. But who would enter into a Queens tent. The curious woman would tilt her head up, met by such stern eyes. 

"Fredrick...?" she cooed softly, a small smile going onto her face. Emmryen was quite fond of the man, ever since they had found her he was always so nice and took time to take care of her, but unlike Chrom and Lissa he let her take her time with remembering and learning, and that was something that always made her happy. A very small hand reached up, finger tips caressing the cheek of the knight, her eyes soft and filled with admiration. His warm body drew her in, she would move her self closer to him, slowly her head drifted onto his chest, arm dropping down as she set her hand onto his chest.