David was one of the new recruits that had marched to Garreg Mach under the orders of Margrave Gautier. He had lived in Faerghus all his life and knew all the rumors that were spread. He had heard about how the prince had been accused of killing his uncle, about how he fled, about how he became a demon in human form able to kill battalions of men sent to hunt him down and come out victorious. David had also heard that there was a beauty that had tamed the beast.

Of course, just because he had heard these rumors didn't mean he really believed them. There was no way a single man could take on a full battalion and survive by himself. It was also a bit of a silly thought to think that the love of a pretty woman could change a man half-mad.

They were nice stories, granted, but unrealistic.

David walked through the camp that had been set up for the night. They were marching for Enbarr and would arrive in a few days. It was bit of a scary thought that they would soon be going into battle but it was nice to think that this would be the last. The war should end after they take the Emperor's head.

It was nice that their army allowed women. It would have been too depressing to go however long without seeing or talking with the fairer sex. And if one decided to spend a little extra time with him after hearing how this will be his first real battle and how he's afraid that he may die without really accomplishing anything... well, all the better.

David paused when a shining green caught his eye and he did a double take. There was a woman sitting by a fire; pretty and thin and that chest. Marvelous Yeah, she was the one.

He approached slowly, as if he was just meandering and not heading towards her with a goal in mind, before sliding into a seated position about an arm's length away from her. She spared him a glance and not much else. After a little consideration, David opened with a heavy sigh.

"It'll be nice... That this may be the last battle."

"Yes."

"It's funny. My first battle will be the last. I just hope... no, it's silly." David shook his head, keeping the woman in view from the corner of his eye. Once her beautiful emerald eyes focused on him he knew he had her.

"What do you consider silly?"

"I just hope that this isn't going to be my last battle, you know? I'm a fresh recruit. Thought I would help my country. Only Faerghus should rule Faerghus. But... My poor mother wasn't all thta happy when I did. See, my father died and I have no siblings. I'm the only one who can carry on my family name should something happen to me."

"That is a shame." The woman nodded in sympathy and David figured that it was safe enough to slide a bit closer. She was beautiful in the flicker of the campfire, her eyes seeming to glow as they caught the light, and her chest... absolutely stunning.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm happy to fight for my kingdom and country. I will gladly lay down my life to see an end to this war so that no one else will suffer. It's just a little intimidating, is all."

"It can be."

"You know, you're really nice to talk to. I was wondering if-."

"What is going on?" A third voice broke in and David froze from his subtle leaning towards the woman he was now sitting right beside. That third voice was low, cold, and held an audible growl. The soldier turned his head slowly to look towards the intimidating figure that was blocking the light from the campfire, glaring down at David with death in his eyes.

"Y-your Highness...?"

"Oh, Dimitri." The woman called out with a soft smile that lit up her face in a way that told David that the polite ones she had been giving him had been just that: polite. "This nice young man was just telling me how he's the only one that can carry on his family name and his poor mother had lost everyone else. Perhaps we should move him the back of the lines?"

"Is that so? I was thinking thefront-lines." The future king growled but his menacing aura instantly faded when the woman held her arms out and he moved over to lift her easily and set her on his lap. He shifted his cloak so that she was effectively covered and hidden away except for her face that was surrounded by fur. David quickly stood and gave the two of them a bow.

"I'm sorry for disturbing your evening." He apologized quickly. How was he supposed to know that this beautiful woman with the amazing chest was the beauty the rumors talked about? Without a backwards glance the soldier quickly made his escape. It was a shame to lose such a nice chest, though.

"He was a nice young man." Byleth laughed lightly as the obvious pout on Dimitri's face as he murmured 'I bet' and other complaints under his breath. The man's intentions had been obvious. She had only been giving him the barest of attention but it'd been enough to raise his unwanted interest. The soldier was about to get a rude awakening if he had pressed his luck; Byleth had planned to literally knock him on his ass. She didn't need to, though, because Dimitri had appeared.

His jealousy was so plainly obvious that Byleth couldn't let the opportunity slip away. She acted nice and smiled happily as she explained the young man's plight, trying not to laugh outright when Dimitri not so subtly threated to put the man in the line of fire.

Byleth looked up at the grumpy king whose lap she currently occupied and kissed his chin; grinning when he looked down at her.

"You're still my favorite."

David was given his assignment the next day. Latrine duty for the foreseeable future. It wasn't a pretty job but at least it wasn't a death sentence. Still... that was one heck of a chest.