The giant sorceress let go of her prized tactician after hearing soft, pitiful gasps from her chest. Smiling, she lifted the shrunken Robin to her face and blew a taunting kiss.
"Don't fret, my dear. As... heavenly as that demise might have seemed, I still have much planned for you."
Robin only groaned, knowing that the massive psychopath wouldn't even pull back on her attempt to court him. At times where he was backed up with little hope, he always thought of his wife, but he wasn't sure if he could even handle her at his current size. Then again, anyone would be preferable than Tharja.
Holding on to the thought, Robin kept calm as he was placed onto his tactics desk. He backed away, horrified as the model landscape only seemed to magnify Tharja's size. She towered over him and the model's pieces as she climbed on top of the desk, crawling towards him until her generous chest hung directly over him.
He made a mental note to propose the idea to his wife if her ever got out alive. Getting his mind out of the gutter, Robin quickly thought of an idea to get the sorceress to leave him alone just for a few minutes.
"Th-Tharja!" Robin called weakly, "I'm not that type of... I need... uh candle lights and flower pedals. Don't you want it to be err, special?"
Tharja paused her advancements, entertaining her cowering love's proposal.
"Well... It would make our first time more memorable."
If irony could kill, Robin would have died on the spot.
"Ooh," the sorceress moaned, "maybe I could start a bath just for the two of us." Tharja slowly got off the table, blowing a kiss to the tiny tactician before leaving the tent.
Robin, relieved but still frightened. shot up. And with a sense of urgency he bolted towards the edge. He furiously dug into his coat, forcing out a shimmering tome of Elwind. He took in a deep breath, calming his nerves enough to not miss the timing of his spell. He jumped off the table, a surreal experience that nearly paralyzed him until he suddenly remembered the lifesaving spellbook in his hand.
The tome easily slowed his fall, and Robin hit the ground with no serious injury. He sprinted towards the half open tent flap, regretting the agility training he had missed to study tactics. And at that point it finally occurred to him that his spouse must have been on night watch or else she would've shrunk along with him.
Thanking Naga, Robin desperately bolted out of the tent and into the shadows of the camp.
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