[Oh boy, this is going to be difficult.] Yes, I do believe she would appreciate that. Too much sweets isn’t good for Beyla’s health anyway. [Says the one who loves to eat lots of sweets over tea time with Lysithea.]

We can save her some…but it certainly won’t be as warm and savory as it will be now. [Edelgard can feel their toddler staring at her, but she just keeps her attention on Sylvain.]

@verdandschemes.bsky.social Why are you looking at me like that? Actually, the better question is: what did you do?

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[Edelgard never likes to see her child upset—even /if/ she’s throwing a tantrum. She looked at Sylvain when he told her that they were the only two in the room. What is he planning?] Oh, silly me. I must have been hearing things. I remember now, Beyla is tucked away in bed.

[After Beyla is taken out of her arms, Edelgard feels lighter- both physically and mentally. Motherhood is equally rewarding as it is exhausting. She was surprised when Sylvain turned around to kiss her. She stole a few more kisses before pulling away to look at Beyla.] Now, what to do with you?

That’s right. Goblins don’t deserve cobbler, not until they learn to behave themselves. [You can make your way back into her good graces, but you’ll have to work hard. She’s still rather annoyed, but seeing Sylvain with their daughter always warms her heart.]

[She’s falling asleep at her desk…again. When did it get so late?]

[She laughs softly.] You know it’s hard for me to take breaks, but I’m trying.

Hello, Petra. [She smiles over at her.] You may have at it. Although, don’t give him /too/ much of a hard time. [That’s /her/ job.]

[She squeaks in surprise when he picks her up, a smile growing on her face.] No, I have meetings later. I blocked off the majority of the day to spend with you and Beyla. [See? She’s learning not to overexert herself.]

He tests my patience most days…but then again, so does my toddler. It’s like having two of them running around together.

Hey—hold on! [Sylvain!! Your wife has little legs— she can’t keep up with you!]

Forgive my husband, he doesn’t think before he speaks…

[She also rolls her eyes.] I believe you. He really never knows how to quit, does he?

[She coughs pointedly. Yeah, keep telling yourself that, darling.] She hasn’t gotten into any /yet/. I occupied her with her coloring book. Last time that I checked…she was coloring a cow purple.

Dorothea….

[Wow this is a little distracting—no, no pull it together.] Thank you. [Clearing her throat, she swats his hand away, though she’s smiling faintly.] Beyla was looking for you, she just woke up from her nap. I knew I’d find you in some sort of trouble.

💧 No…I used the curling iron this morning but… [She picks up the ends of her long hair, checking it over with a slight frown.] It didn’t work out. [A pause and now her attention is back on him.] And just what are you trying to distract me from?

@sonofgautier.bsky.social Something tells me that I should’ve come to check on you a long while ago…