Sometime before Chapter 6. Chrom (pre-relationship)

I tried to put her out of my mind, but her memory still lingered.

I tried to focus on other things, but the sound of her melodious laugh rung in my ears.

I tried to slow down my racing heart, but every thought of her made it beat faster and faster and grow warmer and warmer.

My mind and senses tricked me; it was very unfair. I would feel her phantom hugging me, holding my hand, telling me she loved me.

From across the dining table, I spied my beloved. My tactician. My Anna. She was laughing, smiling, talking with our friends. Gods, how I just wanted to stand up at this very moment and profess my love for her right here and now.

How I longed for her to be in my arms, to be the reason she was laughing. She would look up at me with that mirthful look of hers she had when happy: with those twinkling blue eyes and a wide smile. I would lean down to kiss her forehead, which would make her laugh even more.

"Milord, are you all right?" The sudden baritone of Frederick shattered my daydream.

My face flushed red in embarrassment, turning back to my plate of untouched breakfast. "Er, yes, I'm fine," I replied hastily.

My knight raised an eyebrow. "Are you certain? If you are ill, you must rest," he insisted in that mother hen tone of his. "Shall I start knitting another scarf?"

Like I need more of them! I don't even like scarves! "No, it's all right, Frederick. I'm perfectly fine."

"As you say..."

I snuck one more glance at Anna, only to see that she had turned shy and quiet. What happened?! Did someone say something?! Gods, I wish I can just get over my fears and confess to her! I'm so sick and tired of hurting the person I love just because I'm being stupid! I have to keep avoiding her...that's the best option. If I say something too early, it will be bad for both of us.

...

Anna

He was looking. I saw him acknowledge me.

That dorky oblivious look of his still lingered in my mind.

Those stormy-blue eyes that clouded with contemplation, I could stare into those forever.

Even his hair was more messy than usual, a sure sign that he didn't get much sleep.

Gods, how I wanted to hug him tight and stay with him as he got his much-needed rest. I would pet his silky blue hair, occasionally kissing it, and whisper sweet nothings to him. His breaths would even out gradually, not labored by the weight of work. Eventually, I would grow drowsy, too, and relent into taking a nap with my dear prince.

My eyes fell shut as I daydreamed, completely unaware of the world surrounding me. I wanted to enjoy the company of my friends and drop my feelings for Chrom, but my emotions always got the better of me. I just wanted to know why he was avoiding me! What did I do wrong?

I spared a glance up, only to see him picking at his breakfast and barely paying attention to what Frederick was saying. Is he sick? He looks pretty flushed! Does he need urgent care? Gods, I just want to know what's wrong!

My love, why must you be so dense?

...

Weeks later, when all air was cleared and there was a ring on my finger, all those daydreams and fantasies could come true.

I laid in Chrom's arms, reluctant to move. "I have to go back to my tent..."

My fiancé grumbled, hugging me tighter and burying his face into my hair. "Dunwanna."

My body felt too weighed down with lethargy to even roll my eyes. "You're not the one who has to get out of bed and sneak back to their tent at the damn crack of dawn."

"Language." He breathed into my ear. The sensation made shivers crawl down my spine. Gods how I wanted to kiss him with everything I was and completely forget about the world.

A hand found one of its favorite places: Chrom's hair. I tugged on the strands, getting stuck on a couple of knots. "My prince..."

"Whaaaaat?"

I tilted my head up to press a kiss to his jaw. "I would love to stay here and linger, but I can't."

I could hear his low groan, the sound making my heart race. "I love you..."

"And I you." Finally, his grip let up and I was able to slip out of bed. One more glance at my exhausted fiancé was enough for me to roll my eyes. "You'll see me again in a couple of hours."

"Not the saaaame." He hugged his pillow. Not really a suitable replacement for me but it would have to do, I guessed.

I leaned down to kiss his forehead. "When we're married, my love, we can have all the lazy mornings we please."

His hopeful eyes pleaded into mine. "Promise?"

I chuckled. "I promise. I'll see you later."

And just like that, I left his tent and snuck into mine. Still, some of his warmth lingered. A warmth I never wanted to give up.

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Fluff but angst at the same time. I liked writing this. My dog is staring at me and she looks pissed. Woof. Yeah, that's all I got. XD Thank you so much for reading and look forward to reading more!

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