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Shamir was getting used to the Bergliez boy visiting her and Catherine’s home on his way to some mission or another Edelgard had put him up to. Whether the Emperor truly needed him to head out of the capital that often or just grew tired of trying to match his energy was… most likely classified.
Fortunately for the people involved there was someone who could match the blue haired boy’s enthusiasm. Unfortunately for Shamir, that person had been her wife.
Day to day life was already hard enough trying to keep not only Catherine but also two children reined in. Whenever she saw the accursed patch of blue through the window Shamir had learned to give up on any semblance of hope for a quiet day she so naively held.
Surprisingly, the day had gone smoothly: Caspar had played with the kids under Catherine’s watchful eye and left just a few hours later. Shamir lamented that she’d already prepared food for five but Catherine reassured there was no way she’d let her wife’s cooking go to waste. The kids didn’t even complain about being put to bed. She felt like she could get used to this.
“Alright, the pests are fast asleep” Catherine had said wrapping her arms around Shamir’s waist “I’m all yours now,” lips briefly found her neck. Catherine’s fondness for physical affection could be considered overwhelming; Shamir had hardly known the warmth of another, after all, even as a child. It was surprisingly nice, though, she found.
Catherine’s warmth had saved her in the past, more than the woman could ever realize. Especially after Shamir sided against Rhea, opting to serve the empire instead.
And Catherine had followed her. She threw away her entire life to be with the one she loved. Shamir, of course, loved her back and wouldn’t change the past for the world– But insecurities were always quick to make themselves known, no matter how much Shamir tried to suppress them.
“Are you sure this was the right choice” Shamir asked softly, almost as if she didn’t want Catherine to hear the question. As if Catherine would realize the life they’d been sharing wasn’t quite right. She turned around and her wife just quirked an eyebrow.
“Being all yours? Yeah I’m pretty sure it’s the right choice?” she ended the statement with her tone turning quizzical, clearly not understanding the underlying question “Are you alright?” The kindness in her eyes hurt Shamir. She knew of the fire that could burn inside them, she knew of their steely glare.
Why could they, then, hold that much kindness and compassion? How could those eyes still love her?
“I meant siding with Edelgard… siding with me.” Shamir continued, forcing her voice not to break. “Are you sure this is what you really wanted” she held back the tears, she’d been holding them back for so long already.
Catherine’s face softened further. How that was possible Shamir couldn’t begin to explain.
“Of course it was, Shamir. I love you.” Catherine said, bringing her closer, softly kissing Shamir on the forehead “I would choose you again and again, as many times as it takes.” Her tone was so soft, warm as the sun. Almost as if saying 'it’s ok, I forgive you.'
Shamir wrapped her own arms around the woman.
And woke up clutching metal.