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Warning: There will be sexual content in this story. Don't want it, don't read. This story is also about gay love, if that makes you uncomfortable-don't read.
He was a knight, his only purpose being to serve the royal family. He promised Emmeryn he would keep Chrom and Lissa safe-and he did just that. He did everything for them; cooked, cleaned, cleared paths, rescued them, etc. There is not a single thing he wouldn't do for them, he truly loved them. Well, one more so that the other...
"Good morning milord." Frederick chirped as Chrom groggily stumbled over to the table. It was packed with food, he could tell Frederick spent a lot of time preparing their meal. He smiled at his overly considerate friend and sat down. "Good morning Frederick". Frederick immediately stopped whatever he was doing to serve Chrom a plate, making the blue haired man chuckle. "Frederick, I'm perfectly capable of serving myself. Take a seat and grab something to eat. The food looks delicious." Frederick's face brightened at the compliment. "Thank you milord, but it is my duty to serve you", the larger man stated as he finished filling the plate with an arrangement of healthy and good tasting food. "How did you sleep, milord?" he asked as he threw some things haphazardly onto his own plate and sat down, giving the blue haired man all of his attention. "I slept better than I have in a while. I even had a wonderful dream, I've almost forgotten what that was like", the smaller man chuckled. "What happened in it, milord?" Frederick asked curiously as the smaller man sat up, readying himself for the epic tale he was about to tell.
Lissa walked over to the scene and couldn't help but giggle. Here her brother was flailing his arms around and being overly animated about what ever he was talking about, and there was Frederick resting his face in one hand, leaning on his elbow giving Chrom all of the attention in the world with a small smile. Yes, Frederick was actually smiling. Nobody gave Lissa enough credit, she could pick up on a crush easily-and that's what this was. She knew Frederick had love for them both, but she also knew the love he had for Chrom was different. She always wondered if Frederick even noticed it himself.
"Good morning Chrom, Frederick" she nodded at them both. Frederick was still listening to her brother's words, hanging on to each sentence with pure interest. Suddenly the boy turned to her and greeted her back, shocking Frederick back into reality. His eyes grew wide as he jumped out of his seat towards the food, grabbing a plate for the young lady. "Good morning, Princess Lissa! I apologize for not having a plate ready for you, milady.." he said in panic as he began filling her plate in a very well assorted way. "No need to apologize Frederick, you need to relax! I can fix a plate for myself!" Regardless of her words he handed her the filled plated and pulled the chair out for her to sit. She huffed at his over-motherly behavior as she took the seat, but her face brightened when she saw the food. "It looks great, Freddy!" she exclaimed as she dug into her food, making Frederick grin. "Right? That's what I said!" Chrom chuckled. Lissa looked at the corner of her eye and noticed Frederick's grin widen, an unreadable emotion flooding his eyes as he looked at Chrom. She couldn't help but smile at the two. "May you go on with your story, milord? I'm very interested to hear what happens next.." Frederick asked eagerly as Chrom began again.
A wave of sadness hit her as she realized that this might be it. Frederick may have all of these hidden feelings for Chrom that he'll never be able to share. She wasn't sure Chrom felt the same at all, but she knew it would do her friend good to release his feelings. Whether his affection is unrequited, at least he'll be able to move on from this. She had to come up with a plan...and she knew a few people who'd help her with it.
Usually Frederick attended the tactical meetings with Chrom and Robin, however he found himself with much more to do today. Lissa had twisted an ankle on a rock he had missed when clearing the path, he was completely ashamed of himself for allowing this to happen. He spent the rest of the morning picking up every stone and twig in their path for at least a few mile's way out. This could not happen again, especially to the royal family.
He walked over to the healing tent just as Maribelle was exiting, giggling. When she spotted him, her eyes widened and she hurried back in. He heard scrambling in the tent and hurried inside to see what was the matter. Lissa was laying weakly on a cot with Maribelle and Libra by her side. "Milady, I cleared the path for a few miles. I'm truly sorry this occurred, I will not let it happen again!" he stated in a very serious but apologetic tone. His tone shifted as he asked worriedly, "Are you feeling a little better, milady?" Lissa looked up. "I'm feeling much better, Frederick! No need to worry about a twisted ankle so much." Maribelle snickered a little at her friend's words. Frederick nodded, "You are quite strong, milady, however it is my duty to protect you-so I will worry about you". Lissa pouted, but still smiled regardless at him, then turned to Libra. "Libra, do you have anything here to drink? I'm a little thirsty.." Libra shook his head "Sorry Princ-" he began, as Frederick cut him off. "I will get you anything you wish for, milady, just name it." Lissa seemed to ponder for a moment to herself. "Well, if you offered, do you mind getting me some apple juice?" she smiled brightly at the end. Maribelle chimed in, "Darling, you do know that our supply of apple juice went out yesterday?" Lissa frowned, but Frederick stood up a straight and valiant as ever. "No need to frown, milady, I will get you the apple juice you desire." Seeing the younger girl's face brighten once again, the brunette then hurried out of the tent. Lissa turned to the others giggling, "Phase one, complete."
Frederick spent the next few hours searching through various apple trees, finding only the best for the princess he swore to protect. He gathered a few extras for the rest of the group as well. He grabbed a few of the apples he picked and began to make them into the perfect juice. He rushed back to Lissa in the healing tent, giving her the drink. She thanked him, hugging onto him from the cot. He nodded and after a small conversation, he made his exit to return to his other work, noticing it was a lot later than he had hoped.
Frederick rushed around the camp, cleaning things, repairing tents and weapons and all of his usual business he tended to on these "rest" days. He was exhausted, though he'd never let anyone see it. He looked down at himself, sweaty and dirty from a long days work. His appearance was deplorable. He could not bare to think he would sit beside the prince...and princess at dinner in such a manner. He decided to go into the bath tent to wash himself.
Chrom exited Robin's tent with a huff. Today had been a pretty intense meeting and there were a few changes to the previous plan. Chrom didn't mind, but he intended to contact everyone the changes involved. He walked over to all of the common spots, talking to Cordelia, Lissa and Lon'qu separately about the new changes. Now all he needed to do was find Frederick, but the man seemed to have disappeared all day. Everyone he asked said he was somewhere else, sending the blue haired man on what seemed like a wild goose chase.
He sighed to himself as he wondered where the knight could possibly be. With him missing from sight for so long, Chrom couldn't help but feel worried about him. He knew the man was strong and capable, but that in itself also makes him a good target for attack. Chrom couldn't bare to think Frederick could be hurt, so he continued his hunt for the man. Suddenly Maribelle approached him with hands full of clothing. "Milord I heard you were looking for Sir Frederick?" she asked. He smiled wide, thinking he was finally on the right track to finding the other man, and that he was safe. "Yes, actually! Do you know where he is?" Maribelle smiled "I believe I saw him enter his tent just a minute ago, you should definitely check there!" Chrom thanked her, but as she was walking away he couldn't help but ask. "Lady Maribelle, what are you doing with all of that clothing?" She smiled. "Well deary, Frederick works very hard taking care of all of us. Me and a few others decided to make it a little easier for him by doing the camp's laundry for him today." Chrom smiled at the kindness his Shepherds showed each other. With a nod and wave, he left towards Frederick's tent.
Frederick noticed his clothes were missing when he stepped out, and he panicked. He searched everywhere, but they were gone. He walked out of the tent, clad in nothing but a towel and took every back way to his tent to keep out of sight. He reached his tent feeling lucky that nobody had seen him. He entered his tent, dropping his towel as he reached for a bag with extra clothing. To his dismay, there was nothing there! "Gods, where is my clothing?" he growled to himself, not noticing the sound of someone entering his tent.
He turned around with his hand on his head, wondering where his belongings could be. "Frederick, there seems to be some ch-" Chrom's sentence stopped short as he noticed his friend...completely naked and still dripping wet. Both of their eyes grew wide, a slight blush tinting their cheeks in embarrassment. Frederick froze out of shock, watching as Chrom's eyes follow from his feet, up his legs, to his privates, abs, chest-slowly all the way until he met Frederick's eyes, blushing furiously as he jumped. "F-Frederick I am truly sorry for intruding! I will let myself out!" The smaller man bowed quickly before exiting, red staining his cheeks. Frederick stood their for a few moments frozen, wondering what just happened and wondering how awkward things will become between them.