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You knew Faerghus would be a cold land. Dimitri had told you that much more than once since you’d met. You didn’t, however, expect the winters to be as horrifyingly brutal.
Oh well, you thought to yourself, it was just something to adapt to. Everyone else seemed to handle it just fine…perhaps you were overthinking it.
That’s what you tried to say, drawing the thick robes around you as tight as possible. Even with the insular drapes and roaring fires throughout the castle, you found yourself longing for something warmer. Preferably the summertime.
“Ah, there you are.”
You turned at the sound of Dimitri’s voice, offering him a tight smile when you saw him approaching with that wonderful grin he seemed to wear more often.
“Y-you called?”
“Yes, beloved. I was hoping you could help me work out some of the details in this new agreement the council drew up. There are some more technical aspects that I feel you would be more proficient in…”
His voice drowned out the more you shivered, which you were grateful that the furs covered, for the most part.
However, it was clear to Dimitri you were distracted, and when he caught sight of your fingers desperately clutching your winter clothes, he realized what the problem was.
“Byleth?”
“H-huh?”
“You’re shivering.”
“N-n-no, not at all.”
“You’ve always been a terrible liar.” He sighed with a serious frown, guiding you by your shoulders from the hallway and towards the royal chambers. “We must rectify this immediately.”
“R-really, Dimitri, I’m f-f-fine!” You tried to protest, “I-if the others can handle t-this weather, so can I.”
“The others were born and raised here. They’re accustomed to it.” He reminded you, pushing the doors open and ushering you inside. He was quick to move to the windows, drawing shut the thick drapes and sheltering you from the frosted panes that did little to keep the cold out.
Then he returned to you, wrapping his arm around you and bringing you to the living area whose fireplace was glowing hot. He sat you down before the flames and unclasped his cloak, expertly draping it over your shoulders.
“There, now…” He trailed off as he concentrated on his work, his expression extremely focused on making sure the large article was secure on your person.
You watched him work with a curious gaze, your cheeks alight with a blush that wasn’t because of the heat. Seeing your husband so determined to make you comfortable made you feel warm from head to toe.
“Better?” He snapped you out of your reverie, a cautious smile on his lips.
“Much.” You managed, “Thank you, my love.”
His own cheeks became rosey, if only for a second, like a puppy delighted to be called his name. “Anything for you, dearest. Please…if there is anything else I can do to make you feel more at ease, tell me.”
“There is one thing.”
“Name it and it shall be done.” He assured you, reaching up to card his fingers through your hair.
“I would like you to stay here, with me. They do say body heat is good for keeping warm, after all…” You replied with a tentative glance at him, which only made his affection for you grow. You were so glad he was your king during peace times, since there weren’t any overly difficult armor straps to fiddle with or clunky pieces to work off.
Dimitri simply chuckled at your offer and agreed, taking your hand tightly in his and drawing the other around your waist, smoothly drawing you into his arms without any effort at all.
“I can do all that and more, for you.” He whispered with a kiss to your forehead, smiling to himself as you moved to drape the cloak over the both of you
Dimitri relished in sitting there curled up at the fireplace with you, never once letting you go until he absolutely had to.
Thankfully, that meant the two of you earned a precious few hours cuddling up by the fire, in turn reminding yourselves just how desperately in love with each other you truly were.
One giant, furry cloak’s worth of love, to be precise.