[In truth, Hubert wasn't really sure what to expect after that night. His first order of business the next morning was to find Lady Edelgard and confess to everything that had happened, along with explaining himself and apologizing for not letting her know about the problem sooner. She had been surprised - of course, she was under the impression she could read him better than anyone else and even she hadn't known that this was happening. After some (pouting, it was definitely pouting, not that he'd ever call it that to her face) resistance, she settled into the idea willingly. She was happy that Hubert was beginning to open up to their classmates, and finding someone he cares about so deeply is really important.
Of course, that can still only be secondary to her goals. She didn't need to remind him of it; he said as much himself during the confession.
They might have been given a powerful weapon with Marianne, though it's still a bit too early to tell. Their plans are moving forward now - still far too slow for either of their liking, but any step forward is a good one, no matter how small. If the opportunity presents itself, he will certainly make use of Marianne.
Not that he wishes to hurt her, of course. Far from it. Those petals never would have appeared if he had meant to use her all along. But he'd be stupid to ignore a potential advantage over the Alliance - even just one small part of it. So he considers, and he plans, and he prepares for the day when Lady Edelgard can put her plans into motion and change the very fabric of the world around them.
But such lofty thoughts certainly can't color his everyday dealings, and Hubert has settled into a routine. He sees Marianne frequently, sometimes on dates, sometimes just for riding lessons (which are still practically dates), and sometimes just in class. No one else seems to know of their involvement just yet. Well, no one besides Dorothea, who has been shooting him knowing looks and winks and smirks whenever she thinks she can get away with it. She's always got amazing timing, he'll give her that much. Still, he really does wish she'd stop...
And with a routine in place, naturally something has come to upset everything. Perhaps surprisingly, it's the White Heron Cup. Hubert had thought he wouldn't have to worry about anything until the ball, and even then he doubted Marianne would actually want to dance so there seemed to be little to concern himself with there as well.
Unfortunately, the professor had other ideas.
Perhaps they chose Marianne to try to build her confidence, though thrusting her into a contest like this in front of everyone is hardly the best way to do it. Hubert would have gladly questioned their motivations, but Lady Edelgard had suggested he cool his head for a bit before he did anything rash. (She did so with a knowing look, one he felt embarrassed by later. She always has been able to read him better than anyone else.)
So he's let it go, and pretended not to have any interest in any of it. He's been hoping Marianne will give him some indication of what she feels about the whole thing, but he doesn't want to press her on it either.
Today he's in his room, and when the knock comes he's careful to set aside what he's working on (and hide the things he doesn't need anyone to see).]
Come in, the door's open.
[When she comes in, she'll notice that his room is spotless - almost exactly the same as the day he arrived here. There's very little to imply that Hubert actually lives here, outside of the necessities. He's at the desk, back to her as he works on something at the desk. Once she's come in, he'll set the quill aside and turn to her.]
Good afternoon, Marianne.
[As though he knew it was her just from the knock alone.
...Actually he definitely did, because the only people who knock on his door all have a very distinct style of doing it, so it's not really a surprise at all.]
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Of course, that can still only be secondary to her goals. She didn't need to remind him of it; he said as much himself during the confession.
They might have been given a powerful weapon with Marianne, though it's still a bit too early to tell. Their plans are moving forward now - still far too slow for either of their liking, but any step forward is a good one, no matter how small. If the opportunity presents itself, he will certainly make use of Marianne.
Not that he wishes to hurt her, of course. Far from it. Those petals never would have appeared if he had meant to use her all along. But he'd be stupid to ignore a potential advantage over the Alliance - even just one small part of it. So he considers, and he plans, and he prepares for the day when Lady Edelgard can put her plans into motion and change the very fabric of the world around them.
But such lofty thoughts certainly can't color his everyday dealings, and Hubert has settled into a routine. He sees Marianne frequently, sometimes on dates, sometimes just for riding lessons (which are still practically dates), and sometimes just in class. No one else seems to know of their involvement just yet. Well, no one besides Dorothea, who has been shooting him knowing looks and winks and smirks whenever she thinks she can get away with it. She's always got amazing timing, he'll give her that much. Still, he really does wish she'd stop...
And with a routine in place, naturally something has come to upset everything. Perhaps surprisingly, it's the White Heron Cup. Hubert had thought he wouldn't have to worry about anything until the ball, and even then he doubted Marianne would actually want to dance so there seemed to be little to concern himself with there as well.
Unfortunately, the professor had other ideas.
Perhaps they chose Marianne to try to build her confidence, though thrusting her into a contest like this in front of everyone is hardly the best way to do it. Hubert would have gladly questioned their motivations, but Lady Edelgard had suggested he cool his head for a bit before he did anything rash. (She did so with a knowing look, one he felt embarrassed by later. She always has been able to read him better than anyone else.)
So he's let it go, and pretended not to have any interest in any of it. He's been hoping Marianne will give him some indication of what she feels about the whole thing, but he doesn't want to press her on it either.
Today he's in his room, and when the knock comes he's careful to set aside what he's working on (and hide the things he doesn't need anyone to see).]
Come in, the door's open.
[When she comes in, she'll notice that his room is spotless - almost exactly the same as the day he arrived here. There's very little to imply that Hubert actually lives here, outside of the necessities. He's at the desk, back to her as he works on something at the desk. Once she's come in, he'll set the quill aside and turn to her.]
Good afternoon, Marianne.
[As though he knew it was her just from the knock alone.
...Actually he definitely did, because the only people who knock on his door all have a very distinct style of doing it, so it's not really a surprise at all.]