[ It isn’t that Hilda expects him to forget. She’s just setting herself up for not being all that disappointed if that is the case. There’s been more than one occasion where she’s bemoaned about Balthus’ antics to Marianne, Claude, and Lorenz — but as they all remind her in their own ways, she is the one that chose him.
And that she had, or rather they had chosen each other. She had chosen to stay with him despite his love for brawling, drinking and gambling (his love for women, thankfully, had been directed solely towards her). And she had believed him when he said that he’d work hard to get his debts paid, acting as a firm but loving voice of reason when old habits reared their heads. They had lived through a war and knew better than to think that love was the only thing that gave a relationships longevity. The progress and growth they had made together only bolstered the love that had grown for him over the years. It helped that there were few other places that she felt safer than in his arms like this.
Hilda knows she isn’t without her flaws of course. She’s a creature of habit, a princess not in title but in behaviour, and her eyes light up teasingly hopeful at the mention of this something. She presses into him, mischievously knowing that he can’t resist the feeling of her when she does that. ]
Oh well if it’s something…What is it? Is it for me?
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And that she had, or rather they had chosen each other. She had chosen to stay with him despite his love for brawling, drinking and gambling (his love for women, thankfully, had been directed solely towards her). And she had believed him when he said that he’d work hard to get his debts paid, acting as a firm but loving voice of reason when old habits reared their heads. They had lived through a war and knew better than to think that love was the only thing that gave a relationships longevity. The progress and growth they had made together only bolstered the love that had grown for him over the years. It helped that there were few other places that she felt safer than in his arms like this.
Hilda knows she isn’t without her flaws of course. She’s a creature of habit, a princess not in title but in behaviour, and her eyes light up teasingly hopeful at the mention of this something. She presses into him, mischievously knowing that he can’t resist the feeling of her when she does that. ]
Oh well if it’s something…What is it? Is it for me?