A/N: I was going to wait until I had more of my other work done, but I couldn't resist. Besides, it's a nice way to begin the new year, updating. Warning, this might contain a tiny bit of PG to PG-13 material, depending on how far your mind goes.

Credit goes to TheErudite and HaveAHeart0301. I thank the both of you for your support with this chapter.

Awakening

The early morning light stirred Chrom awake, but he felt not at all rested. Looking at his side at Sumia, lying entangled beside him, a rather broad grin spread across his face as he thought of the reason. Chrom gently stroked her shoulder, thinking of the previous day. At last, he and Sumia were married, and when nightfall came, he could say they were quite married at that.

The sweet floral scent of her favored bath oil wafted from her hair as Chrom placed his lips upon her head. At his kiss, Sumia softly moaned and stirred. Her eyes met with his, and the same smile he wore formed upon her face as well. Chrom felt lost, so lost, in her eyes that he found himself uncertain of what he should say. His thoughts scrambled to find some suitable words of greeting for his new bride before settling on an altogether common one.

"Good morning, Sumia."

"Good morning, Chrom," his new wife replied softly, resting her head upon his shoulder. Idly but happily, Chrom toyed with one of her silvery violet tresses, and Sumia stroked his chest with her slender fingers. The new king of Ylisse found his heart swelling at her touch. Truly, never had he felt more content than on this very morning. If it were within his power, Chrom would have caused this moment to go on without end.

"Chrom," said Sumia, looking up into his eyes. "Tell me you love me." Her voice carried no need for reassurance; instead, she sounded as if she only wanted to hear him speak those words. Chrom did not answer, at least not with words. Rather, he placed a long, loving kiss upon her brow.

"I do love you," he said at length with a smile, though his expression quickly turned from mere gladness to one of playful mischief. "But I can do much better than that, Sumia," Chrom added with a low and lusty whisper.

A knowing grin curled upon Sumia's lips, and Chrom brought his mouth to her cheek. Her cheeks, her brow, and down to her neck, he dotted with light kisses before returning to her soft lips. Chrom claimed them fully as Sumia pulled him closer. Beneath the bedclothes, his fingers followed the trails they had previously left across his wife's skin, lingering upon every rise, peak, and curve. Sumia moaned his name, and the sound only served to stir him all the more.

A knock at the door, however, ceased any thoughts Chrom currently entertained. When it came again, both he and Sumia groaned at the unwelcome sound.

"Your Majesties," the voice of Frederick began. "Forgive the intrusion, but breakfast is served, and there is much to be done today, milord. I thought I should inform you personally."

Chrom's eyes narrowed, and a low growl of irritation rumbled in his throat. For a moment, he wondered if he could have Frederick stripped of his knighthood, but he merely shook his head. Chrom sighed as he looked down into Sumia's eyes, disappointed but understanding. Still, he wished he could shout his thoughts at the inopportune timing of his knight. Chrom looked towards the door at last.

"Thank you, Frederick. You may go now."

With a second sigh, now one of resignation, Chrom pulled away from his wife. "Tell me you love me," he uttered, knowing this would be but the first of many intrusions. Sumia only giggled and placed her hand upon his cheek.

"I love you, Chrom, even if this will be our life."

Chrom could not resist one final kiss before he rose and dressed. Sumia followed, donning her own royal raiment as well. Even as they left his chambers, Chrom felt blissfully happy, for his wife lingered at his side until his kingly duties compelled them to part.