Literature
Puddles | Chrom x Reader |
"Lucina?" You called, looking into your blue-haired daughter's bedroom. You were dressed in your riding gear, a light blue coat overtop everything and black gloves on.
There was no sign of the princess, which made you raise an eyebrow. You'd requested her to go get dressed thirty minutes prior, and yet she was most definitely not doing that. You hadn't seen the seven-year-old since then, nor had you heard any mischievous giggles in the meantime, indicating she'd found something else to occupy her endless time.
"Lucina!" You called, heading down the extravagant hallway, passing a few maids and the like, none of them having seen the child sin