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These papers seemed stuffy and boring, but you couldn’t care less about Marth’s duties.
Yes, he was busy, you knew. That was no reason not to relax once in a while!
Marth is sitting in his study now, flipping through pages of old historical books about Archanean politics. A pile of documents is on the desk next to the books. The lamp flickers on the desk, seemingly ready to fizzle out any moment.
You wonder if you could persuade Marth to rest for the night. He doesn’t startle when you press down on the doorknob to make the door squeak, nor does he seem to mind your presence in the room entirely as you walk over and lean over his shoulder.
“It’s late.”
Marth exhales at that, leaning his head toward yours. “I know. I will not be much longer.”
The words seem well-intentioned, but you doubt that he will hold true to what he says. “Will you?”
“Yes.” Marth sets down his quill. “It was a coincidence you arrived just in time. Let’s go?”
You can see that there is still more for him to complete, still more for him to do, but he stands and moves around you to the door. Marth turns back to offer a smile and his hand - even though you do not need guidance around your home, you take Marth’s hand despite that and let him lead you to your bedchambers.
The Altean wind is cool tonight, giving gooseflesh to your skin as you walk hand-in-hand through the hallways of the castle. It wasn’t long before you reached your bedroom, at least. Marth lets go of your hand to get ready to retire. With nothing else to do, you do the same. Now that the cold season is beginning to trickle into the days further and further, you’re secretly happy Marth wears so many layers: he’s so warm to cuddle up to! Not to mention, the piles and piles of blankets already on the bed makes you wonder if you could bake a loaf of bread under all of the material.
Tonight is no different. Marth is already in bed once you are finished with your routine, flipping through another book. At the very least, he closes it when you cross the distance and crawl into bed as well, leaning close to him.
“Good night,” Marth murmurs to you, before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
Though you mumble back your own ‘good night,’ you don’t think Marth is paying attention. Mostly because he’s slack against the mountains of pillows. How did he fall asleep that easily? It seems a little too quick. Now, you are sweating because there are so many blankets and pillows and Marth, who doesn’t react to anything when he’s asleep. It sounds like a bad idea for when he is on the battlefield, but now there is not a war his sleepiness does seem to be more helpful. You settle against him, wondering when he will start to sleeptalk.