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“Corrin,” Niles mumbled, having dropped the ‘lord’ long ago at Corrin’s request. “We should leave,” his fingers brushed against Corrin’s and the prince didn’t pull his hand away at the touch.

“Agreed,” Corrin nodded his head and turned to leave when Niles saw a movement from the corner of his eye.

“Corrin!” He shouted and leaped in front of the prince, deflecting an arrow that had been shot at the prince. “Looks like we have company.”

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  “My darling, what are you doing up? I would have brought you your breakfast.”

  “You know how I feel about being babied, Niles. What were the three of you whispering about before I walked in?”

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"Sorry," Corrin replied, stifling a yawn. "I tried to leave earlier, but they wouldn't have it. Everyone wants to talk to you when you're the king of a new land, it seems." There was a note of dry sarcasm to his tone, as well as clear weariness.

"Well, you're back now." Niles slid his arms around Corrin, pressing an unusually chaste kiss to his lips. "And you're all mine for the rest of the night..."

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"So, Niles..." Corrin spoke shyly, realizing that they spend several seconds without speaking. "What activities do you have today? Will you have free time this afternoon?"

"Ooh? Why my king want to know that? Do you want to have a date with this plebeian?"

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Then the prince said something, so quietly that Niles almost didn’t catch it.

“You don’t have to love me back…”

That snapped something inside him. He reached for Corrin’s shoulders suddenly, startling him. Single blue met twin red. Words came tumbling out of his mouth before he could tell them not to.

“What? Of course I do."

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“Are you alright, love?”

Silence.

“Did I do something to upset you?”

Silence.

“Do you want me to leave you alone?”

A sniffle.

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The prince looked...upset? For once, the Nohrian prince’s face was hard to read—a deep river of emotions flickering in his eyes. Niles gave an awkward bow and tilted his head in question.

“You called for me, milord?”

The prince gave a nod and ushered him inside quickly.

Niles allowed himself to be pushed inside the room, but rose an eyebrow when Corrin locked the door behind them.

“That excited to get me out of my pants, huh?” he teased, reaching for the prince.

The glare he received in return made him stop.

“How bad is it?” The prince finally spoke.

“How bad is...what?” Niles asked in confusion.

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“Medic! Someone! Help!” Niles called into the air of the battle.

But there was no response. The battle was going downhill quickly. What soldiers there were left out there were fighting hard for their lives. The medics were all preoccupied, trying to heal the injuries littering the field. This was no good. He needed to get away from the battlefield. Fast. Or else Corrin might not make it out of this alive.

“N-Niles…” the prince spoke through his pain, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

“Shhh,” Niles hissed, scanning the field until he found his lord.

He called out to him, rising to his feet, the prince lagging in his arms, “Lord Leo!”