Xirysa Says: Oh, man. This was quite fun to write. And definitely different from the normally depressing shenanigans I write. Anyway, this one's for Qieru. Happy birthday, friend! Sorry for 'fic that is fail. I apologize.

I Love My Stalker

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Kent never seems to leave Lyndis alone. Sometimes, she thinks that he's a second shadow. Or something. In the corridors, at court, on the grounds… Everywhere.

Oh, he has the decency to leave her alone she goes to her chambers—the idea of Kent being a peeping tom is as ludicrous as Hector admitting that he's a stupid, loud, lunk-headed lout of a lord—but she always knows that he's patiently waiting for her just outside the door.

The fact that Kent is always so close to her doesn't really bother Lyndis at all. In fact, she's quite sure that she has made it rather obvious that she approves of his presence. She loves him, for Elimine's sake! And she's pretty sure that Kent feels the same way about her, too—a little green bird with a lance told her so, after all, and Lyndis can't recall the aforementioned bird ever lying to her before.

(Twisting his words? Yes. But never has the bird lied to her.)

But Kent… Well, Kent is Kent. And that fact alone annoys Lyndis very much. If she told him how she really felt, he would stutter and stammer and an adorable blush would spread over his cheeks and…

Actually, telling Kent doesn't really seem like a bad idea anymore.

So Lyndis decides that it's finally time to tell him. She sets out from her chambers to look for him, and ends up finding Kent down the hall a few moments later—by now, it's hardly surprising.

Lyndis crosses her arms over her chest and looks at him with the most disapproving expression she can muster—which must be pretty intimidating, considering how uncomfortable Kent looks at the moment.

"I've seen you lurking around, Kent," she says.

He swallows. "R-really, Lady Lyndis?"

She nods. "You've been following me around as if you were my shadow. I don't like it."

"Ah—! I'm sorry, my lady, but I didn't mean to irritate—!"

Kent never manages to finish his sentence. Maybe it's because Lyndis has finally decided that enough is enough and is holding his hand in hers as if they were—heaven forbid!—courting, and has proceeded to drag him down the hallway with her.

Lyndis giggles and looks up at him through her eyelashes. "I like this more than you following me around, you know."

He just nods. Kent was never very good with words, anyway; leave those to the little green birdie with the lance.

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Xirysa Says: Dude… I'm so out of practice when it comes to writing happy 'fic… But oh well. This was still fun, if not horribly rushed. At any rate… I would think having someone follow you around all the time—even if they were an epic redheaded studmuffin—would make anyone consider them a stalker (despite the fact that nobility were always followed around in those days). But Lyn, of course, would love her stalker to death. Hence the epically lame title. So yes. Happy (late) birthday, Qieru! Feedback is welcome!