Kris found herself floating underwater once she had closed her eyes. Weird. And yet she wasn't panicked nor afraid, nor usually tense and on guard.

No, she was very relaxed and calm, as if nothing in the world could ever bother her, as if she had found true peace.

Something latched onto her shoulder and she was now shaking, shaking, shaking-

"Hey, Kris, you're not out of it, aren't you?" Kris immediately snapped up into attention straight into the eyes of(oh good Naga, this will not end well) Cain.

Cain himself. What a lucky day. Nodding off to sleep on duty and CAPTAIN FREAKING CAIN catching her doing so.

SOMEONE JUST SHOOT AND KILL ME WITH A BOW AND ARROW ALREADY!

Luckily for her, he didn't seem too mad. In fact... why was he so concerned? "Kris... look at those bags under your eyes! Are you even sleeping at all?"

"Uh... Yes... sir...?" That's an awkward question, she mused to herself.

The seasoned knight only sighed in exasperation. "Golly... your dedication and zeal can probably match neck-to-neck with Jägen's... You know what, Kris? You are on break. Now. And that was a command."

Her eyes widened in shock. "B-but-"

"No 'but's! I'll personally see to the guard duty. Take a nap or something, I don't care. Just rest!"

Sighing in defeat yet smiling all at the same time, she saluted towards her superior and walked off to her tent, resisting the urge to just cast her sword and armor carelessly into some dark, dusty corner.

After properly putting away her things, she laid back on her cot and closed her eyes, yet when she did, she felt too restless to sleep. Her legs were jittery, her fingers skittered about, her voice feeling neglected without use, and her entire body fresh.

She had no idea why the Captain would let her rest. She certainly didn't feel like she needed rest in the first place!

...

...

...

Ignoring the fact that she nodded off on duty and had him catch her red-handed...

She stood back up and armed herself with only a dagger before setting out, a destination in mind.

There are no other settlements around for miles, and after the army's latest battle, everyone, Prince Marth included (oh no, don't you ever think of him again), knew that that nobody was in the mood nor condition to pick up and march. Willpower can only fuel you for so long after all before exhausted soldiers start dropping like flies during their journey. (She had to admit though, the sight of the less-experienced ones doing so was quite hilarious. So were the faces of the veterans who had started to nod off.)

However, there was a lovely meadow she had noticed that was a bit of ways from the camp. It was covered with lively shades of every single color imaginable. Perhaps she could visit it.

And so that would explain why Kris had slipped out from the camp to pay the lovely meadow with beautiful, colorful flowers a visit.

Smiling to herself, she carefully sat down amidst the field blossoms, taking time to appreciate each and every single one. Rubbing the petals of a violet-colored one, her hands suddenly had the greatest urge to make something that she hadn't made in a very long time.

Plucking several flowers, Kris started to weave them together. In and out, in and out, in and out... She began to hum as well, first meekly, as if she didn't want anyone else to hear, but, gradually, she started to softly sing.

There! Done!

She smiled at the flower crown she held in her hands. She was a bit rusty from the lack of practice over the years, from training into knighthood and being a member of the Royal Guard and the 7th Platoon and all, but her eyes shined in satisfaction and she smiled- a true and blue, Naga-for-honest kind, happy smile.

With a sigh of contentment, she laid down on the ground and looked up at the clear sky with bits of floating clouds. She pointed at the sky and began to draw in the air, sometimes stopping at a cloud for no good reason other than just to look at it. God's, when was the last time since I had ever done something like this?

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...

Thank you, Cain.

And she found herself drifting off into sleep before she could catch herself.

"Kris? Kris... Kris!" Marth called out within the camp. His voice was high and panicked, on the verge of cracking, frantic with his best friend's (stop fooling yourself, you lying, cheating craven) and bodyguard's disappearance. Cain had told him, as well as several other witnesses, that they saw a tired-looking Kris head off to her own tent, yet when he peaked in, all that he saw was her armor and weapons, put neatly away.

She had a thing for organization.

"Um... Prince... Marth...?"

He looked behind him and found Katarina. (Er... Eine. Katarina. Eine... this is confusing...) "Yes? Katarina?"

She seemed more relaxed when he used the name she used before she betrayed him (but that's all in the past now). "I saw Kris head off to the nearby meadow not too long ago if you're that worried..."

He sighed in relief. "Thank you, Katarina."

And with that, he began to jog off to the field of flowers. However,when he actually got there, he began to scratch his head with a perplexed expression. One would think that long, blue hair would be easy to spot, but no, Naga forbid his search would ever be that easy. Plus, the sea of colorful flowers was actually quite dense and tall.

"A... Achoo!"

Marth rubbed his nose and groaned. Stupid allergies.

He then heard another groan join his, and it seemed to come from next to him...

He looked around him, but there wasn't a visible human being for miles around (unless you counted the camp). However, once he look down towards the ground, he saw his bodyguard, slightly shivering with a red face and small groans coming out from her lips-

Oh, good Naga, what the HECK am I even witnessing?! Gods! This is so embarrassing...

He knelt down and tried to lightly shake her awake. "Kris? Wake up."

"Hm...?" She turned around with half-lidded eyes towards him. Oh gods, she's so beautiful and innocent like this. However, within seconds, she stood up to attention, blushing from embarrassment and what he presumed to be shame. "I'm so sorry, milord! I-"

Marth laughed and softly, playfully shoved her. "Please, just stop for once. Don't be so wound up! Everyone has been commenting on how tired you looked nowadays, so stop." He smiled brightly at her.

She sheepishly smiled back. "S-still..."

"I won't accept your apology because their's nothing to apologize for. Really."

Sighing, the Royal Guard plopped back down on flowers. "Today is such a nice day..."

"It really is." He looked over to her, Kris, and (gods, she's a goddess within the sun's rays, and that smile) saw her holding something in her hands. "What is it that you're holding?"

"Ah..." Her face started flushing as she began to mumble incoherent words. "It's... a flower crown... sire..." she finally said softly, her face red.

Marth chuckled. "What was that about not being girly enough again? Let me see." He started to reach out towards her hand when she visibly flinched. His hand stopped and he looked at her face's expression, which was contorted into some... unrecognizable emotion. "Kris? What's wrong?" He asked softly, his hand moving to her shoulder instead. She made a reminisce wince, but he still noticed. He took his hand back and realized that his heart was burning fast.

"I..." She took deep breathes, slowly relaxing every muscle that had been made tense. "I'm sorry, my Liege. It... it is a long story I am not willing to share." She turned and gingerly dropped the flower crown into his lap. "... here it is. It's been a while since I've last made one, so-"

He smiled and interrupted, "It's beautiful." And that was the truth. Despite the fact that it was a bit crumpled up from being in her hand for so long, he acknowledged the careful art made only by the cleverest of fingers, and found beauty in something so... simple. So simple, yet pure.

He smiled impishly and fitted it over his head. "Marth, Prince of Flowers! A fitting title, no?"

Kris looked like she was about to say something when she stopped herself, her eyes traveling around, and then she erupted into a fit of giggles. "Ahahahaha!"

Marth laughed right along with her, and Mother Nature found that the perfect time to let a breeze slip a little something into her long, pure blue hair: a single feather, white and blue- a blue jay's feather. Her hand started to move up to it to try and remove it when his hand suddenly shot up and grabbed her wrist, stopping her. For no apparent good, logical reason.

And then Marth let his heart guide his actions, his words, his emotions and feelings. "Don't." He smiled sadly. "Don't take that away. How else can my loyal Knight of Feathers ever be recognized?"

She didn't know why, but she did as he said.

They sat in silence, simply staring at each other for Naga knows how long until both became brave enough to utter three soft words to each other as two ridiculously-looking pair of forbidden lovers admitted to each other:

"I love you."

He squeezed her hand as her head lowered, knowing how she would feel about this. "My Liege-"

"Kris, promise me something."

She raised her head again. "Yes?"

"When around others, address me as you wish. But when we are alone, please, call me by my name. Call me Marth." They neared towards each other until their foreheads touched. "You make me feel human. You always understand. You've become my greatest confidant and..." He swallowed a lump in his throat, letting his last words die within his vocal chords, hoping, hoping, that she would understand what he had meant to say. "Don't take this away from me. Please," He started to whisper, his eyes watery, his voice catching up within his throat as his true love began to weep small, silent tears, the pair knowing well enough that such love can only fail at its first step. If anyone else knew...

They won't be the only ruined ones. Caeda won't be the only ruined ones, and neither their friends, Altea, Akaneia... for all they knew, all of existence in its entirety might be destroyed.

"Yes... Yes... Marth..."

He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent, knowing that underneath the knight of unwavering loyalty, who stood comoletely obediant, who will die for her family, her friends, her country, and most importantly, him, was just a simple country girl who weaved flower crowns and worries too much of not being lady-like or girly enough and had cooking that tasted like steel. (Not exactly the best experience ever.)

She closed in to his chest, listening to the heartbeat beyond his blue chestplate, well aware that despite of the fact that the people had percieved him as the great Hero of Light, who slew the evil Gharnef and Earth Dragon Medeus, who fought with ferocious courage and tenacity for what family he had left, his friends, his country, the world, he was just a man forced to bear too many burdens on just him alone, who goofed around and loved theatrics and played pretend.

And so such a memory had been preserved in the great king's mind, more than anything else, more than the victory in what people had began to know as the War of Heroes, more than his wedding with Caeda as he looked among the crowd and found a Kris still able to smile at them even when they both know she was dying in the inside...

Of a simple span of time when a man and a woman simply named Marth and Kris sat next to each other in a nameless meadow filled with a sea of flowers, both looking absolutely outrageous with the man wearing a crown of bright, pastel, childish flowers and the woman wearing a blue-jay's feather stuck in her hair by the wind in a ridiculous position as she taught him how to weave more flower crowns so that the woman could become the man's Princess of Flowers.

If only that could ever become true.

A/N:

Well, here it is, chappie two. I hope this is satisfactory for any other people who ship Marth x Kris like a madwoman like me. (Hahaha I doubt it.) Honestly though, as a confession, I kind of like it this way, not being recognized so much, as if you were sharing the secret of their secret love.

No hate please! Only constructive criticism! I suck at romance and usually try to avoid it, so you can say that this Drabble-shot fanfic is something like my first tries...

Would you believe me if I say that this was actually inspired by, surprise surprise, a Fate/Zero fanfiction I once read?