Chrom nervously wiped his hands on his pants.
"Are you feeling alright, sire?" Frederick asked, placing a gentle hand on Chrom's tense shoulder.
"Gods, Frederick, what if she's weird?" Frederick coughed in an attempt to hide a chuckle.
"I promise, your wife isn't going to be weird." The wedding ceremony was approching fast and Chrom was waiting to meet his new wife before they officially married. He was a nervous wreck.
"What if I don't like her."
"I'm sorry to be frank but, I supposed you'd just have to deal with it." A small giggle was heard from the other side of the room.
"My, how candor." Maribelle, the one who had sewn Chrom's beautiful wedding robes, approached. She came up to Chrom and smoothed the wrinkles out of his robe with her hands, much like a dotting mother would, even going as far to lick her thumb and rub a spot of dirt off of his cheek. "You look like a slob, dear. No woman would want to marry this."
"Oh, c'mon, Maribelle." Lissa strode into the room after Maribelle, her arm wrapping around Maribelle's in a friendly manner. Chrom gave Lissa a puzzled expression. Lissa's arms dropped to her side, blush coloring her cheeks a light pink. "He looks fine..."
"She's coming!" Sully yelled into the empty hall. "She's a real catch, Chrom." Sully said with a wink. The door to the great hall swung open and a few soldiers came in with a girl, presumably the one to be Chrom's wife. Chrom swallowed dryly. A solider, light hair and an air of confidence, strode in next to a small girl with light brown hair and a light pink dress. The girl, who identified herself as Princess Sumia of a neighboring country, bowed slightly. Chrom did so as well, his attention still on the light haired soldier.
"Oh, would you like to meet my bodyguard?" Sumia asked with a friendly smile. She was pretty cute, Chrom had to admit. He nodded.
"If it's not too much trouble."
"Of course not," She wrapped her arm around Chrom's, seeming to already had an attachment to him. "Robin! The prince requests your presence." The light haired soldier, Robin, approached Chrom and bowed deeply then gave Chrom a big smile.
"How may I be of assistance?" The strong, confident man that walked in was now a cheeky, clumsy dork. And it made Chrom's heart beat fast.
"I-uh." Chrom stuttered slightly. "N-no...I mean, I don't...need assistance I just thought I should...get to know my wife's...bodyguard."
"Of course. I live to serve the both of you." Chrom coughed and scratched the back of his head.
"Thank you."
After everyone was done greeting each other, the final wedding preperations were being completed. Chrom wandered around the halls, looking for his trusty bodyguard, Frederick and his younger sister Lissa.
His boots made a hollow clicking noise on the hard tile floor. The sound echos softly throughout the castle. He sighs as he turns down another connecting hallway, nearly colliding with his soon-to-be wife's bodyguard.
"Oh! Prince Chrom!" Robin gasped, startled, nearly dropping a stack of dusty spell books. "Are you in need of assistance?"
"Oh no...well, could you help me find Frederick..."
"Of course! Just let me put these books away!" Chrom followed Robin to the castles rather extensive library. Well, the area was big but, a good bit of the shelves remained empty. Robin set the books down on a table and began looking at the shelves, carefully deciding where they should go based on content. Chrom watched Robin's thoughtful expression. Chrom swallowed dryly. "Are you excited about your wedding?" Chrom was pulled out of his thoughts.
"What? Oh...yeah...I guess." Robin tilted his head over so slightly.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I uh..." Chrom quickly thought of an excuse.
"I don't know how to dance." Chrom finally says. "Yeah, I don't...know how...what kind of Prince can't dance." Chrom laughs awkwardly. Robin brushed off his robe and looked up at him.
"Ah yes. That is unfortunate. We cannot allow that!" Robin takes Chrom's hand and holds it in his and places Chrom's other hand on his waist. "I'll teach you." Robin explains how to waltz, their robes flowing with each movement. Chrom can feel his heart beating in his throat and butterflies fluttering in his stomach. Robin spins so his back is facing the bookcase and Chrom takes advantage of this by pushing Robin against it. "Oh! Chrom!" Chrom freezes. This was the worst idea he's ever had.
"U-um..." Chrom is about to stand up when Robin grabs the heavy fabrics of his robes, which are fairly unflatterning on his rather muscular frame, and pulls him closer. Robin's hair tickles Chrom's chin slightly. "Robin..."
"I'm sorry but,..." Robin chuckles a little. "I really do like you, Chrom. It's a shame that I can't take the princess's place..." Chrom hovers over Robin for a while, the words echoing in his mind.
"It really is a shame..." Chrom says. He backs up and places his hand on Robin's cheek. He considers leaning in for a kiss.
"Sire!" A deep voice calls into the room. "We've been looking all over for you!" Chrom backs away from Robin quickly and turns to face Frederick. He adjusts his robes and clears this throat.
"Sorry, Frederick. What did you need?"
"The princess wants to see you in her room."
Chrom nods and wipes his hands on his pants nervously. "Yes, of course. Robin?"
"Y-Yes, sir?"
"Can you walk me there?"
"Of course!"
"Well...good. I'll meet with you before the ceremony starts."