Be forewarned, there will be slight Invisible Kingdom spoilers here.

I do not own Fire Emblem

"Well... that was... good."

"Yes, it was."

Corrin, Prince of Hoshido and Nohr, and Azura, Princess of Nohr and Hoshido, were having a very awkward moment together.

The first time that Corrin saw Azura in Hoshido, he was taken with her. He wouldn't go as far as to say it was love at first sight, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't attracted to her great beauty, natural grace, and enchanting songs. He was also shocked that she was in the same situation that he was in; that of being from one country, but being raised in another.

During the several weeks that Corrin stayed in his newly discovered homeland, he and Azura spent a lot of time together, to the point that they were practically glued at the hip. While their mutual physical attraction played a huge part in their early closeness, there was an alternative reason; Azura was the one person in Hoshido he could reasonably trust.

The Royal Family of Hoshido claimed to be Corrin's real family (and they were friendly enough to be sure), but that didn't change the fact that he felt nothing for them. When he was initially captured he had fully expected to be executed as a prisoner of war. When Queen Mikoto claimed to be his mother, and Prince Ryoma his brother, he thought they were merely playing mind games with him, leading him on before they sent him to the block, or whatever it was they executed people with in Hoshido.

It was thanks to their shared circumstances that, in those early days, he was able to do with Azura that he was unable to do with his self proclaimed siblings;

Make a connection.

Of course, what started as a connection and attraction soon became affection, and which blossomed into something deeper. After several months of traveling together, Corrin came to the realization that he loved Azura. He wanted to marry her, to have children with her, to spend the rest of his life with her. He bought a ring for her; a single diamond with a simple gold band, upon the inside he inscribed his and her names.

However he was nervous about opening up to her, and decided that he would wait until the right time to tell her. Every day it seemed as if the right time had come, he found a flaw in it and put off telling her.

Then he saw someone die in front of him. Death and killing weren't anything new to him; they were at war after all. Death was an unavoidable part of it. Hell, he had killed more than his fair share of enemies. But this death was different. It wasn't on the battlefield. It happened suddenly and unexpectedly. It was then that he realized that life was too short, too fragile to wait for the "right time," and they could all be dead the very next day. If he didn't tell Azura how he felt, he would regret it for the rest of his life, however long that might be.

That very night he confessed to Azura all his feelings, and she had returned those feelings, and accepted his proposal and his ring. Neither of them was content to wait until after the war to get married, and immediately found a priest, and in a small ceremony with only a handful of witnesses, they were wed. Afterwards they retired to his tent, which would soon become their tent, and quickly consummated their marriage.

Which led to their current predicament.

According to many a romance novel, a pair of lover's first time "together" was a magical thing, full of pleasure, and was always a perfect experience.

The newlyweds quickly discovered that the people who wrote those books were all a bunch of lying dastards, who had omitted just how awkward and in some cases uncomfortable the first time can be.

Like in most things, experience was everything, and for all of their strengths, they were sorely lacking in any sort of experience in matters of intimacy. Awkward undressing had led to awkward kissing and caressing, and as a result the young couple were redder from embarrassment than any pleasurable acts on their parts.

At one point while she was leaning into a particularly deep kiss, Azura accidentally kneed Corrin in the groin.

Hard.

That had almost killed the mood right then and there.

They persevered however, and had managed to "do the deed," as they say, and after all the embarrassment and pain was over, there was pleasure.

Now husband and wife laid together, Azura snuggling up to Corrin's right side, her hand on his chest, and he had his arm wrapped around her shoulders.

"I'm sorry that I kneed you." Azura apologized, a bashful look on her face, and doing an impressive job of looking anywhere except at Corrin.

"It's alright," Corrin responded, stroking her arm, "I'm sorry that I wasn't very good. It was my first time."

Azura let out a little laugh and shook her head, "It was my first time as well. I won't hold it against you."

Corrin smiled at that and closed his eyes, "We should probably get some sleep. We have a long march tomorrow, and no time for a honeymoon."

"Oh, and I was so looking forward for you to take me someplace tropical." Azura said with faux disappointment.

"I'll make it up to you after this stupid war is over." Corrin said, "By then I'll have significantly improved in my love-making skills."

Corrin left out the "I hope."

"I'll hold you to that." Azura said and she closed her eyes as well. Before long they were both asleep.

They would face many harsh tests ahead of them. Situations that would leave them battered and bloodied, and which they were woefully unprepared for.

And the war would be no picnic either.