Awakening Supports/Maribelle Frederick

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C Support

Maribelle:
Hmm...

Frederick:
Ah, Maribelle. I hope you are well.

Maribelle:
Yes, thank you, Frederick. It's good that you're here; I wanted to talk to you. Is it true what they say? That you're a professionally trained steward?

Frederick:
A steward? Gracious, no. I wouldn't have a clue about such work. I am a knight, milady.

Maribelle:
Oh? That's not what I heard. But I suppose rumors have a way of... Er, what are you doing?

Frederick:
I am laying out Princess Lissa's garments for the morrow.

Maribelle:
...That seems like something a steward might do.

Frederick:
I suppose. But I only do so if I have spare time after...killing and such.

Maribelle:
And what will you do after you finish laying out these garments?

Frederick:
I shall check on the dinner preparations and then plan tomorrow's menu.

Maribelle:
You ARE a steward!

Frederick:
My good lady, while some of my duties may resemble those of a steward, I assure you—

Maribelle:
I have spent a lifetime in noble houses, and you, sir, are a steward! Serving tea? Dusting china? Polishing the good silver? You are most definitely a—

Frederick:
I AM NOT A STEWARD! ...I just like things to be neat and tidy.

Maribelle:
Well, you're terribly good at it. So perhaps you would come to my manor and instruct my staff?

Frederick:
Milady, I don't think—

Maribelle:
Frankly, it's impossible to get good help these days! Our head steward is so old, and he's off with the gout nearly every other day. Now, we don't want to work the poor man to death—just think of the scandal! But a house can't maintain itself, and what will we do when he kicks the bucket?

Frederick:
...Your sympathy is touching.

Maribelle:
Eventually yes, we'll have to put our poor old steward out to pasture. But I would consider it a personal favor if you trained our young staff in the interim. I'm sure there are so many things you could teach them! ...This is just until we have a new man in place, of course.

Frederick:
Milady, for the last time, I am a knight! I am not, nor have I ever been, a ste—

Maribelle:
Fine! Then just show them how to tidy up or whatever it is you do around here! You teach recruits how to fight, yes? This is the same, except you fight filth.

Frederick:
Well, yes. It's true that I help instruct the younger Shepherds... But they are the best and brightest of the realm, and I merely offer advice.

Maribelle:
Oh, good heavens. You couldn't POSSIBLY make this any more complicated! Fine then. Why don't YOU teach ME so I can teach THEM?

Frederick:
Teach...you, milady?

Maribelle:
I'm nothing if not best and bright! So, yes. You shall teach me tidiness. And once I've learned your secrets, I can put our manor back to order myself!

Frederick:
Well, I suppose that is acceptable...

B Support

Frederick:
Ahem! Maribelle? Milady? It's morning. Time to wake up.

Maribelle:
Unnngh...m-morning? Already? Wait one second! Where's the sun?! It's pitch black outside!

Frederick:
A steward's day begins before dawn. And unless I am mistaken, you expressed a desire to study the arts of stewardship.

Maribelle:
Ugh, yes, I did say that, didn't I? At least, I think I did...

Frederick:
Good. Then let us begin with our morning duties. A steward must prepare tea for the lords and ladies before they wake.

Maribelle:
*YAAAAAAWN* I'm SOOO tired... But I suppose I can manage to boil a— Oh, blast! The stupid kettle fell over!

Frederick:
Then please boil the water again. And this time, do so carefully. Now, as you have wasted a pot of your master's finest tea, what do you say?

Maribelle:
Really, now! This is simply... Oh, all right! I'm sorry for spilling the stupid tea and blah blah whatever.

Frederick:
UNACCEPTABLE! ...Now then. Try it again, this time like you mean it.

Maribelle:
*Grumble, grumble* Oh, dearest Lord Frederick, please forgive my clumsiness! It shall never happen again! (...Because next time I'll spill it on your stupid head.)

Frederick:
I shall assume your mumbling was all aboveboard. Now then! We must prepare the silverware. Today you are in charge of spoons.

Maribelle:
...Who does he think he is, making me polish cutlery? I'm a LADY! I ought to polish that lance of his and cram it up his... Here you are, milord! All done, milord! Does the shininess please milord?

Frederick:
...... UNACCEPTABLE! I want to see my reflection on the surface. ...Start again.

Maribelle:
GRRRRRRRRR!

A Support

Frederick:
Ah, Maribelle! Up early, I see.

Maribelle:
You know, once you get used to it, this early morning lark isn't so bad.

Frederick:
Excellent. Shall we proceed with our training, then? First you must boil the tea, and then I have a chest of silverware that needs polishing.

Maribelle:
Wait, Frederick! Let me take that.

Frederick:
Excuse me?

Maribelle:
It's just... I'm worried about the foot you hurt in battle the other day. You should be trying to rest.

Frederick:
Well, I concede the injury is troubling me somewhat... Frankly, I'm flattered you noticed. No one else has.

Maribelle:
It's thanks to the steward training you've been kind enough to give me. I spot details like that all the time now. ...Well then, milord? Tea?

Frederick:
My, but this tea is excellent! Are you using a new leaf?

Maribelle:
It's a special vulnerary concoction for your foot. I spoke to the apothecary last night, and he said it came highly recommended.

Frederick:
Why, Maribelle...

Maribelle:
Y-yes?

Frederick:
You have taken my lessons to heart and understand the true spirit of service!

Maribelle:
Do you think so?

Frederick:
I may not be a steward, but I constantly strive to be a better knight. Consideration for others... Willingness to assist any in need... I speak, of course, of the spirit of service that is at the core of chivalry.

Maribelle:
I never made the connection...

Frederick:
Weaponry and horsemanship can be taught to any capable of swinging a blade. But the spirit of chivalry comes from within! Maribelle, you have shown that you understand what it means to serve others.

Maribelle:
Frederick, I'm...honored that you think so. I'm going to keep up my training and never forget your lessons!

Frederick:
Good! Nothing pleases me more than inspiring a love of service!

Maribelle:
Oh, you WILL continue to give me lessons, won't you, Frederick?

Frederick:
If that is your wish, milady.

S Support

Frederick:
How do you find it?

Maribelle:
It's delicious, Frederick! You do make a wonderful cup of elderberry tea.

Frederick:
And yet it hardly compares to your own brew, Maribelle.

Maribelle:
Frederick, dear. I've been thinking... When this beastly war is over, are you sure you won't consider coming to the manor?

Frederick:
B-but we had an arrangement. You were to teach your domestic staff...

Maribelle:
Yes, I know. But the more I think about it, the more I realize it simply MUST be you. ...Please? Not even for a short while? Because then we could... Well, you see... We could be together more often.

Frederick:
Together as servant and lady? No. I must refuse.

Maribelle:
Do you hate me, Frederick? ...Am I so awful to look upon?

Frederick:
In truth, I have grown...very fond of you. More, perhaps, than you suspect.

Maribelle:
Wh-what do you mean?

Frederick:
So fond, in fact, that I would be willing to join your household on one condition... That you take me as your husband! Maribelle, my love! Will you do me the honor?

Maribelle:
Is that a ring? For ME?! Gods, it's beautiful!

Frederick:
The stone is modest, but I polished it until it shone as radiant as you, milady. Won't you please accept it?

Maribelle:
Oh, Frederick... Of COURSE I will!