AN: So sorry for the long wait! I had school and work, and hanging out with friends and a maybe-lady- friend? I don't know...

But all my personal issues aside, here's the third chapter of Nervous. It's the longest Fire Emblem oneshot I've written, as a small bit of trivia.

One final thing! If you have ideas for a modern AU for Stahl, send them to me! I may be able to incorporate them around the bones that I have written out already. And, as always, drop a review. :) It makes me happy.

Chapter 3

"Gods, I hope she didn't forget…" Chrom mumbled, oblivious to Maribelle silently mounting the pegasus just a few hundred feet behind him. "I explicitly told her that I'd train her before suppertime."

As if on cue, a sparkling array of glitter and gracefulness made its way to the training field where Chrom stood. Their eyes locked for a second, and Olivia's mouth broke into a smile before she began jogging towards him with her Killing Edge in her outstretched arm, as to not accidentally cut herself.

"I hope I'm not late, milord!" Olivia called out, her face flushing in embarrassment.

"You're right on time, Olivia. No worries," Chrom replied coolly, flashing a grin at the dancer he would soon propose to. He took Virion's advice and left out the intensity in his voice; replacing it with an air of romance. "So, shall we begin?"

"Sounds good," the pink-haired dancer replied, setting her sheath down and beginning to run to warm up. Chrom fell into step beside her, trying not to glance at the Myrmidon's somewhat-exposed body. Suddenly, she turned to him, curls of hair bouncing as she ran.

"Chrom! How is your stomach faring?!" Olivia asked concernedly, her eyebrows pulling together in anticipation of his answer.

"As well as I could be," Chrom replied. "Maribelle is an excellent healer. The scars on my arm and shoulder will be minimal, too." Chrom fell silent for a second; Olivia waiting for him to continue. "I must thank you again for saving my life during the skirmish." He decided not to tell her the other wounds he'd received. His gaze lowered instinctively, he was truly and utterly humbled by her.

Olivia waved a hand behind her head, hurriedly. "I-it's nothing, milord. Any good person would have risked their life to do the same," the dancer stuttered, nervousness flooding over her again as the attention was directed onto her.

Chrom nodded. "True. But there aren't many good people left after the war's gotten to them," the prince reciprocated, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. She blushed. "A good sign, according to Virion," he thought. "So, Olivia. I wish to thank you, once again. That's the least I can do for you, after saving my life."

Olivia shuddered. The sight of an enemy Assassin about to impale Chrom on his blade made her convulse mentally. Luckily, she had gotten there in time to prevent his death, only to let him get injured. "If I had just been a little more experienced, and not so unskilled, m-milord, I'd be able to have deflected his blade properly," she stammered, shaming herself for her self-inflicted error.

Chrom stopped running altogether, a hand on his hip. When she ceased running, she turned to glance at him furtively. What was he doing?

"Never let me hear you degrade yourself again. That's an order," Chrom commanded, voice laced with steel.

"W-what?"

"You are easily one of the most talented sword wielders in the Shepherds, Olivia. If not amongst the best, you are certainly far from helpless- or useless. I've overheard your little feuds with yourself and how you imagine yourself worthless. But I won't have it," Chrom stated, shaking his head. "I refuse to listen to degrading talk from one of our most talented and beautiful warriors. That are, er, female, or, um, Libra," Chrom muttered, realizing his vocal error. "Whoops."

Olivia stood speechless for a second, taking in what Chrom had just said to her. In a barely audible whisper, she looked down and began to play with her bracelets adoring her wrists. "Do you really think so… Chrom?"

"Have I renounced it yet?" the warrior stated, crossing his arms and smiling.

"I… I can't believe the Prince of Ylisse is recognizing me for something I did…" Olivia softly said, tears threatening to well up in her eyes.

Chrom took Olivia's shoulders in his hands, sure both of them were comfortable with the contact. "I knew your confidence was at such a miniscule level because of how the compliments you received felt… half-hearted," he rationalized, shaking his head. "I aim to change that, Olivia." Chrom looked straight into her eyes and spoke.

"You are incredibly talented, at dancing or swordplay, and graceful in everything you do. Your heart is enormous, displayed when you willingly fought for Ylisse, even thought you had no ties to my country. Not to mention, um…" Chrom trailed off, breaking eye contact along with his bravado leaving him. "... your body is impeccable."

"... I could say the same for you. Stahl had kept one of your 'Chrom Wants YOU!' posters as a joke and showed it to me as a prank. I very nearly lost my mind," Olivia giggled, the physical barrier of awkwardness gone. Simultaneously, and involuntarily, they pushed closer to each other, yearning for an embrace. The both of them were shocked that the response that came out of the other's mouth was what is was.

His arms met her back, and her arms met his back. "Gods, this feels good," Chrom mumbled, breathing in the slight scent of the perfume she always wore.

"Mmm," Olivia replied, snuggling closer to his chest. Little did she know that he wished to hold her like this every night for the rest of their lives.

They simply stood in their hug for a minute or two, enjoying the other's company- just much closer than they normally would. Before Olivia could detect the rush of blood heading to somewhere other than his head, Chrom stepped back, eliciting a small pout from Olivia.

"Well, I guess we can forgo the training session," he laughed, somewhat woozy just from her scent. Hopefully, he'd be smelling more than just her perfume, but for the moment, he shook all of the non-platonic thoughts out of his head. They'd ruin his night… unto they got to the point where the thoughts transformed into reality.

"Sounds splendid," Olivia replied, giggling as she covered her mouth, knowing full well why Chrom retreated from their embrace. She wasn't as innocent as the other Shepherds made her out to be, Chrom included.

"Come this way, Olivia. I have another surprise planned for you," he stated, taking her by the wrist, gently, and leading her to the tent where his cooking ordeal had taken place.

He pushed through the flap, marvelling at how quickly he and Lissa had managed to clean up the cooking tent. There, in the middle of the counter, stood a freshly baked rhubarb pie, with strawberry adornments lining the sides. Steam still billowed from the venting holes, indicating how recently it had finished baking. Olivia's eyes lit up and she covered her mouth.

"For… me?"

"It's the least I can do for saving your life," Chrom chuckled, handing her a fork and a knife that he managed to procure from somewhere. "Dig in, I'll watch." He reprimanded himself for how creepy he must have sounded, wanting to watch her eat.

"N-no, I want you to enjoy this with me."

"If you insist," Chrom replied, licking his lips. At both tantalizing eye-candies standing in front of him.

"So how long did you slave away in here to get the cake to perfection?" Olivia asked, sighing as the taste of rhubarb struck her tongue. It truly was a masterpiece. She giggled as she saw Chrom's face tighten in response.

"That would be none of your business," he curtly replied, a gleam amidst his eyes as he spoke. "Needless to say, far too many hours…" he mumbled, shoving another forkful of pie into his mouth to prevent himself from saying something stupid, as he seemed to do frequently.

"Well, needless to say, this is heaven on a fork," Olivia sighed, leaning back in her chair as she took another bite. Needless to say, she was shocked when she'd seen Chrom able to concoct something edible. It was widely know, the prince's inability to cook a simple meal without setting it ablaze. His tenacity made up for his lack of culinary skills.

"Why, thank you. It took Stahl and Gaius's combined efforts to instruct me," Chrom admitted, shoving another mouthful of pie into his… pie-hole.

"The both of them!? Well, mister, we need to teach you how to cook," Olivia replied, shock evident in her voice. She winked at him to let him know that she was joshing.

"I don't think even Naga herself could instruct me how to cook adequately. Gods! I can lead an army and topple the Mad King of Plegia, but a simple pie conquers me…" Chrom mumbled jokingly, a huge smile starting to spread across his face. Olivia laughed in response, spewing bits of rhubarb all over the prince's face.

He smiled even wider, even though his face was now a mess . "Well, that's not very ladylike, is it now."

"I'm sorry, milord," Olivia giggled, trying her best to control her laughing- and failing miserably. Chrom pouted in response, a small sliver of rhubarb stuck on his lip. Olivia leaned over and wiped his face off with a napkin lying around.

"There you go. All clean," she laughed as she sat back down. The sound was music to his ears, but he was too transfixed with the way she leaned over him. It was hypnotizing, the way she did it…

"Thanks…" he mumbled, blushing. "H-hey, I remember that Robin wanted me to meet him in the dining tent for something. Want to tag along?" He slapped himself mentally. "Smooth, Chrom, reaaal smooth."

"Of course, Chrom," she replied, setting her fork and knife down on her plate in an orderly fashion, completely void of any pie, crumbs, or specks of filling. The dancer looked back up at Chrom, whose face was beginning to flush in anticipation.

With a flourish, he held the flap of the cooking tent open. "After you," he smirked with a slight nod of the head.

"Why thank you, milord," Olivia chuckled, setting her hand onto his elbow as he offered it and fell into step beside him. Before long, they'd reached the mess tent, where it was dark all around, other than for tiny specs of light trickling through the gaps in the fabric. His nervousness mounted as she stepped into the dark tent. "Robin, I hope you…" Chrom's thoughts were interrupted when the tent suddenly exploded in light, blinding Olivia. However, Chrom was ready for it, and he shut his eyelids before it could blind him. He saw all of the Shepherds gather around them as Olivia still rubbed at her eyes. They all wore giddy smiles on their faces, except for Cordelia, whose face was completely unreadable, understandably so for all of those close to her. Even though she'd supressed the emotions, seeing Chrom about to propose to Olivia shook her up inside. "Gods, thank you, Robin," the prince thought, silently thanking his goofball-of-a-tactician… and friend.

He wrapped his palm around the ring just as Olivia began to open her eyes. Before she could get her bearings, he knelt down on his left knee.

Her eyes settled on the sight of her Lord, leader and friend kneeling on the ground. A slow gasp worked her way up to her throat, escaping with a small whimper. A furious blush crept its way to her neck and cheeks, matching the shade of crimson staining Chrom's.

"Olivia, since the day we eliminated Gangrel, there have been many, many thoughts swirling around in my head. 'Why did my sister, Emmeryn, have to die?' 'I should have tried harder to save her.' 'I'm not worthy to be the Exalt.' But amongst all of these doubtful thoughts, only one notion has remained implanted in my mind: you."

"Chrom… m-milord…" Olivia whispered, unable to formulate a response other than chokes and whelps of emotion. Tears threatened to break loose from her eyelids, and she quickly brushed them away.

He continued. "You've always been a beautiful, talented woman. But now, as the time has drawn on, I've begun to realize how exuberantly beautiful you truly are. You've saved my life on multiple occasions, and there is no one else I'd rather trust my life- and heart to. Olivia, my dearest friend, companion, ally, and love interest, will you do me the honor of being my queen?" Chrom proposed, eyes locking onto hers, passion meeting passion, love clashing with love. A grin found its way onto his face, eliminating the nervousness that was once there.

At that precise moment, he opened up his hand and revealed the ring his father had bestowed upon him before he died. Olivia wordlessly nodded her head and shakily held out her hand. With one, smooth motion, the ring adorned her finger, marking her everlasting companionship with the Exalt.

"I-it would make me most joyful and blessed to accept your proposal, Ch-Chrom. Yes…!" Olivia whispered as she began to cry. "For so long I'd figured myself worthless and unable to contribute to the war effort. But now, I know I can do something with you standing with me."

"Olivia, my love, you've been contributing to our war effort for a long time now. You can only get better, and I'm sure myself and the rest of the Shepherds would be most pleased to help you improve. Right, everyone?" Chrom announced, standing up and spinning to lock eye contact with his company.

With that, the entire band of the Shepherds burst into whoops and cheers of applause, signifying their approval for this pairing. Vaike pushed his way through the crowd and slapped Chrom on the back, drawing a yelp and a curse from the prince's lips.

"Gods, Vaike, what in hell?!"

"Har! Just a friendly love tap between Teach 'n his student! Congrats, Chrom! Never thought you'd beat me in gettin' a wife!" Vaike roared in happiness, plopping a huge container of fine- and strong- ale onto a table, which already had cups procured beside it. Ricken and Donnel, despite being too young legally to try the liqueur, snuck a cup or two for themselves and took a sip.

They promptly spat it out.

"Naga forbid, what's in that?!" Ricken shouted, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "It tastes like death had a child with pungent!"

"Now that'd be one funny-looking child, lemme tell ya, nya ha!" Henry laughed, dragging Maribelle by the wrist. "C'mon, Mary, let's go try some!"

"H-Henry! Unhand my wrist this instant!" Maribelle blushed, offering only token resistance as the Dark Mage dragged her in the direction of the ale dispenser. In actuality, she was having a load of fun, being dragged around by the sadistic-but-charming Dark Mage.

"'Scusting! I'll stick with the sparklin' juice, thank ya very much!" Donnel cried, readjusting the copper pot adorning his head, as it had become skewered with the force of his spitting.

Stahl and Gaius were wrestling over the last piece of cake, with the Thief on top and seeming to have Stahl in a pin. Suddenly, the heavier man shifted his weight, causing Gaius to lose his focus for a second, allowing Stahl to pin Gaius to the ground, effectively winning him the sugary dessert. Vaike and Sully whooped in approval, with Sumia standing off to the side, clapping, a giddy smile plastered on her face.

"One… two… three!" Robin shouted, being the unofficial referee of the impromptu match. "And to the victor goes the spoils! Stahl, I bestow upon you the cake of legends, the only one- eh?"

Stahl had snatched the slice from his hand and stuffed it into his mouth unceremoniously. His cheeks puffed out from the massive amount of food in his mouth.

"Gods, Stahl, you're the one person to best me when it came to sweets," Gaius mumbled, scratching his head in surprise. "Oh well," the Thief confessed, drawing a signature sucker out of his cloak and popping it into his mouth.

Meanwhile, Chrom and Olivia snuck out of the ruckus, heading in the direction of Chrom's tent. It seemed that with every step, Olivia and Chrom drew closer together, until only their clothing separated them. Soon, Olivia leaped into the prince's arms, demanding to be carried the rest of the way, bridal-style. She leaned up as a large bump in their path forced Chrom to hunch over a bit to step over it. Their lips met, Olivia leaning further into the kiss and Chrom's eyes widening in shock and pleasure. Eventually, the blue-haired Exalt drew back, gasping for air.

"Gods, you're intoxicating," he whispered into her ear, pricking the little hairs around Olivia's ears. She shuddered at how close his mouth was, and gasped as he grasped an earlobe with his lips and began to nibble on it gently.

"If you keep doing that, milord, we may not make it to your tent," Olivia moaned, shivering as Chrom's mouth found its way to her neck. His tongue danced across the tender flesh there.

Despite the dancer's initial statement, they did indeed make it to the royal's tent, with the one in his pants being the second one. Her breath hitched in her lungs as Chrom's shirt came off, exposing his powerful ab muscles for her eyes to drink in. The clothing she wore did nothing to alleviate the visibility of the liquid trickling down her thighs.

Chrom stared in awe as Olivia twirled slowly as she slowly began to remove her own shirt. She kept the circular movement going as she exposed herself; it was terribly transfixing. His masculine object begged to be released from its den, and was all too happy when Olivia danced her way over to him, eyes locked on his in a pure display of lust intertwined with love. His own eyes reflected this perfectly, as their lovemaking truly began.

For too long Olivia had been terrified of living alone.

In Ferox, she had started with nothing.

But now, she had everything.

"For some reason, I feel strangely drawn to your story… it's very noble. Can I use some examples that you used, Father, for my flirting?" Inigo asked with a wink as Chrom finished telling the story of how he and Olivia met.

Lucina, however, was blushing furiously. Her newly-wed husband, Yarne, grinned as he knew why she was blushing. "F-Father, did you have to include… your nightly activites?"

"Oh, your father and I were very adept at nightly activities. You could even say we were nocturnal," Olivia giggled, winking at her daughter, who only blushed even further.

AN: I hope you enjoyed it. However, I don't feel like I did a good job on it, despite trying my very best. So, throw your two cents in and tell me, please! I'd appreciate it a lot!

Also, vote for Henry x Maribelle, Ricken x Lissa, or Gaius x Cordelia after Stahl x Sumia. Yes, I will admit it. Stahl is going to go against the grain and go with Sumia. (Courtesy of smileplease91 in her drabble series, "A Day in the Life." *Thanks, by the way. You're awesome!*

Thanks so much for reading, and I hope you enjoy my works. :)

~The Slain Executioner~