~Deadly feelings~ Hubert x Reader FE3H

Chapter Forty-Five: Days

It was dark, not just because your eyes were lidded shut as you slept soundly but because Hubert didn't have the heart to wake his wife from sleeping, if it were anyone else they'd be out the blasted doors.  He had lay on his side for twenty minutes just staring at your peaceful frame deep in slumber before the birds began chirping- a sign he always took as one that meant he had to leave his bed and get ready. 

"My dear, I don't wish to leave this room." Hubert whispered to you, stroking a stray strand of hair from on your forehead, "I don't wish to return to Fodlan at all." He sighed, stripping the thick duvet from his body, the air causing him to hiss as his body had to get used to sleeping so bare. 

How many days was it now? Four? Five? Hubert never thought he'd have a wife, let alone her be pregnant with his child and still have sex every day. In fact, he never saw himself as a sexual being until he fell for you, hearing the stories of Sylvain and being asked ridiculous questions from Claude during the early days of the monastery made him purposely not go and seek physical interaction out of spite. Not that he could have gotten a girl to go near him. By the time he understood the term puberty and how children were made, Hubert had came to terms that marriage from love was off the table.

"Underwear.." He pondered, pulling draws from chests in order of highest to lowest. You'd think he'd know where everything was by now but no. He tore the room apart but not one item of clothing was in the room- surely no one had moved it or cleaned his garments. He was storing his clothes within a set of draws in the corner of his wife's overly large bedroom as he was to be returning after a few days of bliss. "Damn it where the fuck has everything gone?" He cursed quietly, looking back over his shoulder to your sleeping figure- not an item of clothing was on you under that blanket and he didn't wish to bother you to help him find his own.

Good job Hubert always woke early, he had time to plan, think of a solution or simply wait- naked. 

No, waiting was not an option here, Hubert padded over to the door on the far left of the room and pushed it open, scanning the white marble bathroom like a hawk- no sign of any clothing but there was ___'s robe and a few large towels. For peace of mind, Hubert wrapped a towel around his waist and slid the tiny robe over his back like a cape, using the tie to keep it secure.

The walk-in-wardrobe was still under construction and he had no idea when it would be ready for him to put his clothes yet no one knew them small draws in the corner held his uniform. What else could he do? He had to plan many other things before he left and so the newly married man took a deep breath and opened one of the main entrance doors, peeping his head out from the door and coughing at a guard placed outside the monarchs room.

"Yes your Highness."

That never settled with Hubert.

"Send for Henry. Tell him to bring a bag of training clothes and boots- no exceptions." Hubert then slid back into the room, glancing over at you to make sure he hadn't woke you. Yes it would be easier to ask you but Hubert was evil on the battlefield, not in a marriage to an overworked pregnant Queen.

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"Hubert? Can I come in?" Henry was knocking on the door, he had long, blue pants and a white top to match- the man hadn't even bothered to put on shoes, he stood outside the door barefoot and groggy.

"No. Just hand the bag over. Please."  A bare arm was outstretched from the door and Henry could just about see the light shade of a white towel resting on Hubert's upper thigh.

"Good Lord man shave your legs." Henry sniggered, "What if you're caught swimming with them wigs on your calf." He leaned on the side of the door once it was shut, listening to the bag be unzipped frantically and many curses released from Hubert's mouth as he tripped over his own legs whilst putting on a pair of grey pants.