Hi! I hope you're doing dandy! Is it okay for me to ask for a Hilda/Claude fluff prompt: "Gimme a kiss"?
sorry this took so long anon!
the castle mentioned is based on a temple in palmyra, which is the region that almyra is believed to be based off of, and the pen (qaram) mentioned is a traditional pen used in islamic calligraphy.
wc: 472
Hilda was utterly and completely bored.
She had done everything she could think of to do at this point: she had trained, she had looked over paperwork, she had (finally) responded to Holst’s letter, she had worked on some of her projects - those new earrings for Claude’s sister she was making as a wedding gift were coming along nicely - and she had she had polished the handle of Freikugel. She had done everything under the sun at this point.
Well, except one thing. She had yet to find and subsequently bother her husband.
Yes, Hilda knew Claude was busy working out trade routes between Almyra and Fódlan and making sure the assimilation of the three countries into one was going smoothly, but surely he could make some time to give his loving wife some attention.
And so she set out to track down her husband, wandering around the hallways of Castle Baalshamin until she finally found herself pushing her way into Claude’s office. The guards outside didn’t bother to try and stop her, knowing that their efforts would bear no fruit.
“Clauuuude,” Hilda whined, walking to where he was seated at his desk and wrapping her arms around his shoulder. “I’m bored.”
Claude chuckled slightly, looking up and putting his qaram down with a slightly exasperated smile. “Hi, Hilda.”
“You’ve been working all day,” she complained. “Can’t you make some time to spend with your lovely wife?”
“Not very easily, my dear,” Claude said, shaking his head fondly. “I still have to finish writing up this contract, and after that I need to look over a few trade routes, and-”
“I know, I know,” Hilda sighed, cutting him off. “Who knew being king would make you so busy?”
“I warned you ages ago,” Claude chuckled.
“I don’t remember that. Therefore, it didn’t happen,” Hilda sniffed.
Claude chuckled before picking his qaram back up and turning back to his paperwork.
“Khalid!” Hilda gasped. “Certainly I’m more interesting than some stupid contract.”
“I need to get it back to Marianne as soon as possible,” Claude said.
“Ugh! Fine,” Hilda grumbled. “You have to give me a kiss, though.”
“That, I can do,” Claude said, turning in his seat and lifting himself up enough to gently press his lips to hers. Hilda closed her eyes, leaning into the kiss. They split after a moment, and Claude looked at her with one of the softest smiles she had ever seen.
“Alright, now shoo,” Claude chuckled, smile now turning mischievous. “I’m sure my mother could find something for you to do if you’re really that desperate.”
Hilda shivered at the suggestion. “Y’know what, I just remembered that I got a letter from Leonie recently that I still need to reply to.”
Claude laughed, eyes crinkling as he looked at her. “I’ll see you tonight, eazizi.”
“You better!”
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