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The king of Faerghus often found himself in predicaments, it was expected of a ruler. However, he never expected to be in one involving his darling wife coming to his study with some sort of treat between her lips urging him to play some sort of game Sylvain had told her about.
“Love I’m busy,” Dimitri said with a chuckle as she kept insisting.
“Just one round,” Byleth said, her words a bit muffled as she spoke with the bread-like stick still in her mouth.
“Fine, only one,” Dimitri rose, meeting his wife at the other end of the pocky stick and quickly attempting to get a bigger piece, alas Byleth met him in the middle, the two meeting for a soft, kiss, Dimitri cupping his wife’s cheek before the two broke away.
“I’m not exactly sure who won that round,” Byleth said with a small smirk.
“Perhaps we should play again, but later my love.”
“Of course, we’ll have to keep going until we have a clear winner,” Byleth said before stepping away, Dimitri smiling as she did.
“That we shall.”