“Well I could’ve told you that was going to happen...”

“Hello, your highness.”

“Your right. My mistake, your majesty! Please, show me your elegant ways of tactfully diffusing delicate matters brought about by your own hand! I am truly unworthy.”

“I’m well, thank you for asking.” She looks entirely impassive. Honestly she had expected no less than at least an interrogation. “How might you be today?”

“Oh yeah, /real/ delicate there!”

Yup, she knows. “We are indeed, your highness. We’ve been courting for some time now.” No use in lying at this point.

"Hmph...not even a single birthday kiss? Perhaps I should pack my things and leave Nohr."

As the bird deserves.

Sometimes a family is a woman, her curmudgeon spouse, their bird of prey baby, and their war horse who puts up with too much.

"This is why Nos and Mal like me more."

“He is the perfect weight for a warhorse!”

“Dearest husband...select your next words very carefully...”

“I’m not certain you’ve noticed, but I’m not a horse, and thus I shouldn’t weigh like one. I have, however, read up on proper horse keeping and care.”

“The tome /you/ found and that /you/ opened might I add?”

“As though you weren’t just as curious.”

“My my, are we pouting my dearest?”

“I'm not ashamed of the way I dress, I feel I should show that confidence and pride in public. The only way the world will grow more tolerant is to see people like me; When we're not invisible, we can become part of the pattern” 👚: An AU/MV portrayal of Forrest from Fire Emblem

“Leo...” She calls quietly, placing a gentle kiss to his nose. Somehow she’d managed to awaken before him, how fortunate! “Happy birthday, love.” Rousing Leo is typically a rather easy task as he’s a rather light sleeper, she just hopes he’s not too fickle this morning.