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Chapter one.

Lucina+Robin C rank support.

Robin+Chrom A rank support.

Robin wiped her forehead and promptly dropped the box of tomes she was carrying to the convoy onto her foot. The tactician swore in anger, and pushed over the box. Originally Vaike was supposed to do this, but the fighter had vanished the moment Chrom told him his task. Naturally the prince had just given the task to her the moment he saw her next. Robin looked down at the box then decided instead just to push it to where it was needed. From there, she decided, whoever was in charge of that could take care of it.

Now that her chore was done, Robin looked over her jacket. It was covered with dust and sweat. The tactician sighed as she brushed her hands down the old coat. Maybe it was time for a bath.

Robin had bad memories of the bathing tent, the first being misreading the times table in which the men and the women bathed. Gaius had been very slick about it, only because she had seen the prisoner's brand. If she hadn't most likely the slippery thief would have blackmailed her into giving him ten or twenty pounds of chocolate.

The second bad experience in the bath house involved a certain Ylissian prince and his oafish ways of accidentally walking into the bathing tent during the woman's bathing hours. Evidently, despite not thinking of her as a woman anywhere else, he still found her womanly enough to stare for three straight seconds before he came back to reality.

After her child Morgan had a run in with Kjelle and miraculously escaped without a scratch and instead a bride, Robin wondered if she had insulted or sacrificed thousands of goats to whatever deity who's domain was the bathing tent before she lost her memory or if she, and her entire family line had been cursed by some insane dark mage to have bad experiences in the bathroom.

The next time she met Validar, she decided that she would ask if the Grimleal had met her mother in the bath. If he said yes, then it was her mother's family line that was cursed.

If not, then the idiot probably cursed himself in a prayer ritual or the like.

"Robin, may I have a word?" Lucina said quietly.

"So many chores, so little time." The tactician muttered, breaking out of her trance. "What is it Lucina?"

"What do you think you're up to?!" The Ylissian princess cried as she lowered her Falchion towards the tactician's throat."

Robin swallowed nervously. Right now, the princess was angry beyond all measure. How it got to be this way was completely unthinkable, even for a genius like her. "I beg your pardon?"

"Don't act all innocent you home-wrecking temptress! What are you doing poking around outside Father's tent?

"...Is that his tent?" Robin muttered. The lord was getting dangerously close with her sword. It almost cut her throat, and if Lucina sliced her windpipe it would be all over for her. For a unit that couldn't learn Wrath, the Lord was surprisingly terrifying when angry. The only person who ever made her feel this way was Cherche after an unfortunate incident involving Minerva and a wheel of cottage cheese. Nevertheless, the lord was making her feel on edge, as Lucina was practically raving when she shouted. "You know perfectly well it is. Now confess! You were trying to get close to him for some nefarious reason, weren't you?!"

"There's been a bit of a misunderstanding here... I was on the way back to my own tent and happened to pass by this way."

" I'm not talking about just today! You're ALWAYS lurking near him, whenever the chance presents itself! It's almost as if the two of you are... lovers. Gods! If the rumors are true, he's even seen you naked before!"

Robin flushed, because what the princess said as partly true. But that wouldn't stop her. "Lucina? I am Chrom's chief tactician, his top aide, and his trusted military adviser. My duties demand that I be constantly at his side."

"Hmph. A reasonable enough cover story, I suppose... Are you saying you have no intention of seducing him?

"The thought never crossed my mind." Robin said indignantly.

"But you ARE with him all the time, yes? And he trusts you so much. It would be so easy to fall in love, even if you didn't mean to."

"You are a hopeless romantic Lucina, our relationship is purely professional. Chrom is the general; I am the tactician. We are also great friends, but nothing more, nothing less."

Lucina sheathed Falchion before sighing. "That's easy to say. And you might even believe it yourself." The princess stoically glared at the tactician, before turning away. She would just have to come up with some other way of chasing off hyenas.

"You refuse to trust me, don't you? Very well. I have a proposal. Why don't you follow me for a while and watch everything that I do. Perhaps direct observation will eradicate your doubts?"

At the sound of Robin's exasperated voice, Lucina whirled around and said. "Very well. I'll do exactly that. I will be as your shadow! Just watch and see."

"That's great! Now that that's taken care of, I'm going to take a bath. Woman's bathing hours end in forty minutes. Care to join me?"

"No its fine." Lucina nodded. "I already bathed."

As the tactician wandered off, the princess noticed something odd. She had seen her father enter the bathing tent ten minutes ago. Needless to say, Lucina gasped in horror as Robin walked straight into her father bathing, and was even more infuriated when Chrom said to her that they "knew each other better because of it, and that they had "Nothing to hide."

The absolute worst part about it was the end of the two "lovers" conversation.

Robin had said to Chrom, who incidentally at this time was garbed only in a towel. "Not the most appropriate way for a man and woman to get to know each other... But...I suppose as long as nobody else knows..."

The tactician had blushed and looked away.

The prince only laughed. "Ha ha! It's like we're partners in crime sharing an unsavory past! Anything that brings us closer will make us stronger on the battlefield. Just you wait."

It was done.

Lucina blazed with the rage of a thousand suns, and hell hath no fury of a vengeful daughter of a Philanderer. If Robin was that big of a competitor for Chrom's attention, then she had to get her idiot father to recall how wonderful her mother was.

"Lace would attract attention." Lucina mumbled as she stared at Robin flipping through a book. "Or perhaps pictures of Emm, would bring that casanova back to his senses. Mother will never lose to someone like you! "

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