Fire Emblem A-Weight-Gaining: MaribelleButter-Cups
“No, no, your Majesty. It's a pleasure to have you here. Please, come and sit.”
“Maribelle, please, 'Chrom' is fine.”
“Absolutely not. You're a ruler now, Chrom. I simply can't call you anything but. It would be rude.”
“... Isn't it also rude to not do as your king asks? And you kinda already called me Chrom anyway.”
“Oh, well, have a biscuit.” Maribelle's face flushed, as she flourished her hand to a tray at Chrom's left. Standing on a marble topped side table, a polished porcelain plate was housing several meticulously placed cookies. Oatmeal. Shrugging, Chrom snapped one up and sat himself down in the nearest chair.
Maribelle's parlor was, as expected, immaculate. Lovely white linens were pulled back by the window, letting the daylight pour in onto her beautiful plush carpet... though it was pink. If there was one fault Chrom could find with the room
|Just a guy, art later.|