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( As King of Nohr, Xander laid the foundation of peace and prosperity for the kingdom. Sakura, dedicated herself to helping the underprivileged, and the two worked happily together.

Though Nohr had been a country that had caused her family and people great pain in the past, Sakura had thrown herself into the restoration efforts, working tirelessly alongside her husband. Despite early whispers of disapproval (how could Xander marry a Hoshidan princess?), she'd easily won the hearts of the people with her charity work. She possessed traits many in Nohr had considered weak and unworthy of a Nohrian king but was strong enough to persevere and earn favor. New trade between their countries ensured even the poorest Nohrian never hungered again and despite being a princess --a queen, now-- she would regularly visit the underprivileged and tend to the sick and those injured from the long war. At her husband's side, she was loyal and attentive, unafraid to speak up in support of him and mindful of the stress he was under.

The two of them had truly taken on a twenty-four hour job and while they still made time for each other, it looked like they were working more than anything else. At least, that's how it had looked to their retainers. Which probably explains why on one of the rare days the sun was shining in the sky and the weather warm and pleasant, Sakura had found herself forced into a new dress and Xander with a picnic basket shoved in his arms. The four retainers had announced they'd planned a romantic and relaxing evening for their lord and lady and while Laslow and Peri insisted everything would be taken care of, Subaki and Hana were quick to step in and insist they shouldn't worry. It had sounded like a wonderful idea to Sakura which probably helped convince Xander more than anything else once she expressed her interest.

And so they find themselves at their picnic area-- a field away from the castle where delicate but hardy flowers bloom. They're completely alone and as they begin to set up, Sakura can't help but remark with a smile, )

It's such a beautiful day...

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[ And he does have the advantage of a really firm grip, though he’s careful not to crush her. But there’s the low rumbling of laughter in his chest that gets progressively more audible as she tackles him, forcing a bark of laughter out of him.

But he only tilts back a little—it would take a whole lot more to topple him, to be fair—but he does relent a little with his roving hands, and instead opts to lock his arms behind the small of her back, pressing her real close against so that she can probably feel the vestiges of his own laughter bubbling up his chest. ]

Heh, you—were you not going to take your revenge on me?

( She's tense but only because she's on guard in case he decides to tickle her again. There's some resistance as she reaches to put her hands on his shoulders and push back so she isn't completely against him. She can feel him shaking with laughter and she relaxes just slightly if only to be a little closer but she won't give in completely, )

You know it isn't that easy...!

( She's aware of her strengths and physical strength isn't one of them and certainly not against Xander of all people. The best she can do is resist and look at Xander with what could possibly the least intimidating glare in both countries. Don't laugh, though, she's doing her best to keep a straight face. How can she be mad at him? The love of her life, the man who helped her find her words, gave her the courage to leave her home, took care of her in this new country, the most handsome and wonderful man in all the world, a kind king, a loyal husband, a loving father... Ah, she can feel her arms going weak. It would be so easy to wrap her arms around him and share in his embrace and his laughter and everything.

But she's supposed to be mad.

So she looks away, turning her face so she doesn't have to see him (and he, in turn, can't see her). If she can't win with her real strength then she'll fight with her words, or rather, her lack of. This sure is the silent treatment and she totally serious about it which explains why she's still in his arms )

You underestimate yourself. [ He can always count on her to never back down from anything, ever, after all. Least of all him. Still, he’s there to encourage and support, because as strong as she really is she does need a bit of a nudge every now and again.

But it’s not as if he doesn’t enjoy being relied upon, either. ]

Sakura… [ So she’s going for the silent treatment, then? Ah, that might actually get him to relent, though there’s still a twinge of amusement in his voice as he adds— ]

Won’t you look me in the eye? I’m not too proud to beg, though all of Nohr should see me so.

( It's a habit she's still growing out of and she blushes at his insistence that she could if she'd tried. He calls her name and she hears his plea. She doesn't doubt him. She doesn't doubt him one bit and it makes her heart flutter. Something for all of Nohr to see? She isn't worth something so grand, she thinks, even if she is queen.

It really is true. Nohrians are overwhelmingly romantic compared to what she'd normally expect in Hoshido and Xander is the worst of them. He's the absolute worst, she thinks, and she absolutely loves him for it. But she needs to keep to hold her place and she refuses to give in, instead, shifting to turn in his arms, back facing him

and leaning against him. She isn't really mad at him but she still won't look at or speak to him. Work for it, dear. )

[ He sighs, his heart full of warmth for the love he knows she still bears him, even if she’s enacting her revenge a little too effectively. But he wouldn’t have it any other way, would he?

So he buries his nose in her hair, drinking in the scent of her, and whispers, very softly: ]

Please?

( She holds her breath when he moves closer, feels his breath against her... Ah, she reaches up to run her fingers through his curls, to keep him close like this as long as she can, )

I told you. ( She'd warned him! She would get him if he'd kept teasing her and now it's her turn. ) And I won't forgive you one bit. Unless...

( As someone who never asks for much at all, she can feel her heart racing. She's nervous but in her heart, she knows he won't refuse a small request, )

You bring me flowers from the field. ( Resting against him, fingers curling in his hair as she thinks out loud, ) So we can take them home and remember today. And... when they're gone, we'll come back again.

( She's already thinking of a way to arrange them. Perhaps with some of the flowers from the castle gardens. And enough to give to their retainers for their trouble and Siegbert for minding things while they're away. She's more than aware of their busy schedules and she knows the flowers won't last. Their next date may have to wait but for Xander, she would wait to the end of time.

But for now, she's tasked him with the only way to appease her. )

[ And he’d lovingly disregarded her warning, besides. It kinda counts as relaxing, probably.

He lifts his head from her hair. ]

Flowers? [ That’s…such a typical request from her that he couldn’t help but smile. He’s hardly opposed to the notion, however, as he surveys the area around them. It is said that only the hardy flowers can bloom in Nohr, and while that may be true, they are no less beautiful for it. ]

What about those, over there? [ He points toward a small patch of wildflowers to the distance, like an open wound on the landscape, with graceful stems supporting drooping red petals swaying to a slight breeze. ]

They are called dragon’s blood. Do you know why?

Ah... ( She thinks for a moment. Certainly, the color might make someone think of blood but there are plenty of other flowers with the same color. Could it be important to the Nohrian family who were shared dragon blood in their veins? Ah, no, but isn't their national flower a rose...? There's still so much to learn about her new home, she tilts her head curiously to one side as she tries to think of some sort of answer. ) I don't know...

( Normally she would be shy at her lack of knowledge but in this case, it's fine. It wouldn't be fun if she knew the answer already. )

Tell me?

Because it can bloom everywhere, even in the harshest soil. [ And their land is after all so very important to him—to them. ]

My mother—the Queen Katerina—that while the rose was the symbol of our land, the dragon’s blood was the symbol of our people. Wouldn’t it be fair, then, to leave them in your hands?

[ He can’t help a small smile as he adds: ] They also smell quite lovely.

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