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“Really, this isn't necessary, honest.” Jakob protested meekly, unable to put up much of a fuss. He was still feeling weak from whatever wretched illness he'd caught, and while he wasn't contagious any longer, this was too much. 

“My lord, please, I must insist.” except it wasn't very convincing at all. The lack of energy combined with the feel of Corrin's fingers run through his hair had left him unable to resist, and even leaning unwittingly into the touch.

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Song: Wait for me - AlicebanD

“We'll be together when we die.” Jakob affirmed, very matter of fact. it was kind of a grim conversation to be having over breakfast, but relevant to the book that the butler had insisted on reading to the prince to help him sleep the night before. Clearly, it was still on his mind, and how could a romance novel between a lord and his maidservant not be?

“Or I shall perish in a battle to the death defending you. Naturally, not like the pitiful excuse for an attendant from that story last night! He shouldn’t have sacrificed himself for her.” Growing a bit red in the face, Jakob took the first sip, and recoiled after burning his tongue. One would have thought it was poison with how Jakob threw himself across the tabletop to take the cup out of his liege’s hand, sparing Corrin from the same mildly uncomfortable fate.

“You must forgive me for choosing such dispiriting night-time literature, my lord. Normally I read an entire story through before sharing it with you, but we’ve been so busy lately, and the cover art looked so lovely.” Sighing deeply, Jakob righted himself in his seat.

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Encounter with a maniac

A starter for @fangedfate the kind dragon boy.

War with Hoshido seemed to loom closer as the armies of Nohr began to practice even more dutifully, Prince Xander had placed upon his retainers to follow him wherever the war might lead them. Peri didn’t care for political reasoning behind the war, not even about Hoshidans, but she was happy to serve him and practice to become stronger. And yet, when there was no missions to be done, she could afford to be a more sweet self, indulging in the kitchen.

With gloved hands, she took out a pie, placing it in the window before she stood in front of it, looking at it. She took a deep whiff of the pie, feeling the correct amount of cinnamon, apple, an inch of salt, sugar, pear... It seemed to have worked, and while it was far from sour, it wasn’t as sweet as to push Xander away with its mere presence. Peri was proud of her creation, but it wasn’t yet ready to face her liege, maybe an innocent bystander sufficed.

Her eyes shifted across the window, until they met with the figure of a familiar face, widening in surprise. A hand moved quickly towards the window, opened it further and she put her head outside. “Hey, dragon boy!” she called. “Wanna try this pie?”