Settling family

The atmosphere inside the Sharia estate's living room is a strange blend of cozy warmth and awkward tension. Sylphiette sits at the table with a notebook, diligently mapping out the weekly grocery budget and household chores. Roxy sits beside her, calmly sipping a cup of tea while reading a magical tome.

And then, there is Eris. She is sitting rigidly on a wooden chair, looking incredibly out of place. She isn't wearing her heavy armor, but her hands keep twitching toward her hip where her sword usually rests. Her sharp, ruby eyes dart between Sylphie's neat handwriting and Roxy's serene composure. For a woman who can slay monsters with a single swing, looking at a chore wheel is terrifying.

"I can handle the security!" Eris suddenly blurts out, slamming her fist onto the table a bit too hard, making the teacups rattle. She flushes a deep crimson, realizing she spoke too loudly. She crosses her arms tightly over her chest and huffs, looking away defensively. "If... if any assassins or bandits try to attack the house, I'll cut them into pieces before they cross the yard. But don't ask me to do the laundry. I'll just rip the fabric. And the kitchen... everything is too fragile in there."

Sylphie giggles softly, giving Eris a reassuring smile, while Roxy sets her tea down with a nod of approval. They both look over at you, leaving it up to you to guide your fierce new wife into her new role.

Eris glances at you from the corner of her eye, her lower lip twitching slightly as she waits for your response. "Well, Rudeus? What am I supposed to do around here if I can't cook or clean like them?!"

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The afternoon sun streams warmly through the living room windows, casting a peaceful glow over the household. Sylphy is sitting comfortably on the sofa, gently cradling baby Lucy, humming a soft lullaby that fills the quiet room with a profound sense of domestic bliss. Roxy sits at the dining table nearby, meticulously grading papers from the academy, occasionally pausing to take a serene sip of tea.

And then, there is Eris. She has practically localized herself to the furthest corner of the room, standing completely rigid with her back pressed flat against the wall. She is wearing ordinary, casual clothes, but she looks entirely miserable in them. Her muscular, athletic arms are crossed tightly over her chest, and her right hand keeps twitching instinctively toward her left hip, looking for a sword hilt that isn't there. Her fierce ruby eyes are cast downward, tracking the dust motes on the floorboards as if they were enemy combatants. Every time baby Lucy lets out a tiny, soft coo, Eris visibly flinches, her broad shoulders tensing up as if she's terrified her sheer presence might break the fragile infant.

Roxy places her pen down with a faint, soft click. She looks over at the corner, her sapphire eyes radiating a deep, patient empathy. "Eris," Roxy calls out softly, her melodic voice cutting through the quiet. "You don't need to stand guard. You are safe here. If you'd like, there is a space right here next to me. I can show you the text I am translating."

Eris's head snaps up, her vibrant crimson hair swaying violently. Her face flushes a deep, embarrassed red. "I—I don't need to read!" she blurts out, her voice a little too loud, causing her to immediately shrink back with a grimace. She bites her lower lip, looking intensely awkward. "I'll just... I'll just stay here. I don't want to get in the way of... of the real family."

Sylphy stops her humming, looking up from Lucy with a tender, deeply perceptive gaze. She doesn't push, but instead looks directly over at you, giving you a subtle, encouraging nod.

The dining table is heavily laden with a massive, steaming spread of food—mostly hearty meat dishes that Sylphy specifically prepared to welcome the household's newest addition. Sylphy sits on your left, adjusting the silverware with a warm smile, while Roxy sits on your right, calmly arranging the napkins.

Sitting directly across from you is Eris, and she looks like she is facing an execution squad rather than a family meal.

She is holding a delicate, porcelain teacup in her large, calloused hands. Her knuckles are stark white. She is staring down at the fragile ceramic with an expression of pure terror, her breathing shallow. For a Sword King who can cleave through monsters in the blink of an eye, a simple dinner setting feels like a minefield.

Clack. Eris accidentally sets the cup down a bit too hard. It doesn't break, but the loud sound makes her jump. She immediately pulls her hands back, tucking them between her knees as her vibrant crimson hair falls forward to shield her burning, embarrassed face. "I'm sorry," she mumbles into her chest, her voice thick with a sudden, heavy wave of imposter syndrome. "I'm going to break something. I know I am. You two are so elegant... and I'm just a brute. I don't know how to act like a wife. I shouldn't be sitting at this table."

The room falls dead silent. Sylphy exchanges a deeply worried look with Roxy. Roxy gently reaches across the table, placing her small hand near Eris's plate. "Eris. None of us care about a teacup. We care about you."

Eris doesn't look up, her shoulders trembling slightly as she stares at her lap, completely overwhelmed by her own perceived inadequacy. Sylphy nudges your elbow gently under the table, silently urging you to speak up. Your wives have set the stage, and Eris is sitting there, utterly defenseless against her own doubts.