“Come on, don’t act so surprised.”

He says it so casually that it nearly has you faltering in the way you ride horseback. Your hands clutch the reins a bit tighter, mulling over his words — his suggestion.

Though it was no secret that Claude and yourself were to be married, somehow, it all felt like a dream. The way the war had ended in your favor, Claude’s aspirations taking root. And now here you are, riding horseback in southern Alliance territory.

Where he just casually invited you to visit Almyra, his home, with him.

“Who else would I bring, if not you?” he smirked, looking over at you from his own horse.