Don't mind Ana busting out of her council room. She's angrier than usual. She just received a threat of war, but more importantly, somebody messed with Steph.

One of the suits of armor in the hall has the chest caved in. ...Honestly, Ana needs anger management. But that's less important than Ana finally having a chance to tackle hug Steph!

"Ah, it's getting to be that time of year. I should probably start wearing my turtlenecks again." Good old underboob princess, not being properly dressed in time.

Absolutely. Winter is a curse, and Steph in a swimsuit is the light at the end of the tunnel. Also, clearing snow out of the trade routes is nice. Ana hasn't had her favorite tea since New Year's.

Sudden realization. "...Why was I doing practice swings this early? Isn't today Saturday?"

"Why put a picture in my bed when you could crawl in it yourself?~" Oh. Ana, even if you're already together, that might be too forward.

"...I did? ...Why would I reject that idea? You're welcome to move into my room any time! Even if I'm always working, I need to come to bed eventually."

Don't mind Ana. Or her sword. She's just guarding any ladders Steph happens to use.

A year ago, Ana would have assumed assassins were her biggest concern. Now a nosebleed caused by fanservice will be what kills her.

Ana will be careful. Even if it would be a pleasant death for her, she doesn't want to make Steph a widow.

Everything in moderation. Ana could definitely use some revenge teasing done to her, just not too much. Especially in ways that puts the rest of the castle staff at the risk of black eyes.

Come to think of it... With how bad Ana's temper can be and how quickly she gets violent, it's a wonder she didn't choke out Sora or give Shiro the noogie of a lifetime.

In terms of cuteness, Steph's Princess/Everyday outfit > The blanket/potato sack, whichever it was > Everything else.

Flashback to roughly seven years ago. A grown man jumps from fright and falls because he lost his balance on the landing. His armor now has a dent, and part of a wall needs to be repainted. All because a twelve year old decided to fire off a very loud f-bomb in the the castle.

Or better yet, the time she shouted a long string of swears into the castle prison. There are rumors that there are still whispers of echoes bouncing around down there. Some argue that those echoes are just flashbacks.

Ana realizes that this may spiral out of control. But she also realizes that she has a valid excuse to take a day off if she loses her voice. So excessive swearing and shouting it is.

//Gotta love when auto correct constantly forgets words you use daily, but remembers a word forever if you typed it once in all caps. I can't type sleep without SLUTS coming up as a suggestion now.

//So on that note of Ana being unexpectedly pure and nervous, I need to pursue the mythical creature known as sleep.

"Me? Grumpy? Never! ...Okay, maybe a little. But a certain someone calms me down a lot better than tea ever will~"

"Hm... If Steph's still busy, I'll read a book or something. Haven't had a chance to do that in a few years."