Kris sat in a field of flowers. Her best dreams always take place in a field of flowers. Not that she's complaining or anything.

She laid down slowly in the sea of silky petals, rubbing one of the yellow ones. A blissful smile gracing her face, something that she has not done for a very long time.

'Help! Quickly! She's about to die!'

She closed her eyes, her mind wandering to thoughts of her Liege. Usually, she stopped them before a spark could ever conceive itself. This time, she let the fiery passion run wild and free.

He was quite the eye-candy, handsome, charming, a literal prince in shining (blue) armor, ready to save any person in need.

But she knew better than that. There was a side to him that he always hid away, away from the prying eyes of the world. This side of him had sparkling eyes of childish delights and humor, the pure soul that somehow grew up and killed and yet was still so innocent and untainted, a heart filled with love for all those who mattered to him and hatred for all the evils of the world.

But was there any room in his heart for love for her, she wondered.

'Put her in the infirmary! Naga forbid she die!'
'Yes sir!'

Footsteps headed towards her, but she did not heed them. For the first time in her life, she did not give a single care for anything, anyone. All she cared for was peace. Peace and tranquility in this utopia she found herself in.

Was this even a dream, she wondered? If it was, she didn't want to wake up. Never. Never, ever, ever wake up.

She heard the soft thump of a person sitting down next to her. She heard the wrinkle of clothing, the soft, lazy breeze, the grass and flowers moving about. A hand touched her face.

She opened her eyes.

Red.

'It's not working! I think-'

She blinked her eyes again. The blue sky was there, as always.

The hand messed around with her bangs, ran its fingers through her blue deep, blue hair. She smiled.

"Kris."

"Marth."

It was only here where they could ever do as they wish without discovery, to be as they truly are. It was here where she smiled more, was more calm, more sure of herself, where she could sink in this field of flowers and drown in goodness, away from the stress and strain of her life.

And it was where she could see and hear her beloved laugh.

Marth leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Hello, my dear." He wore commoner's clothes, that make him seem oh so much more simple yet approachable and loving and caring.

Kris smiled brightly at him. "Hello." She rolled over, her legs crossing in the air as she propped her head on her hand and looked up at her kneeling love. She wore no armor, just simple clothes back in her old days in Sera Village. "It feels so nice out here, doesn't it?"

"It really does," he replied. A gleeful, mischievous glint in his eyes was the only warning she had before he suddenly had his arms at her sides, everywhere on her body as he assaulted/tickled her. She shrieked and laughed out loud, trying with naught a bit of success to pull herself away from his onslaught against her ticklish... well, everything. It surprised her, really, of how ticklish she could be yet still receive pain so well.

"S-stop!"

Marth laughed. "No!" He replied like a child.

Gathering her last bits of strength, she rolled him around and turned around until he was on the ground and she hovering above him as she began her own attack in their tickle war, aiming for his neck and sides. He started laughing as well.

Oh gods, his laugh was like an angel's, full of light and life. It was so delightful to hear it!

And, unintentionally, she leaned in and stole a kiss from him.

They stopped.

All was still until Marth kissed back with the same gentleness and juvenile shyness that she knew that he had. It was passionate and sweet, and-

They pulled away for breaths, both of their faces red from... whatever, a goofy smile gracing both of their features.

"You look ridiculous, dear."

"As if you weren't."

Hands flew, and soon, a flower crown was placed upon their heads. Kris giggled while Marth chuckled.

Classic.

'We're losing her! Oh gods...'
'Nonononononononono not now! Not now!'
'Not like this... Not like this!'

"My dear Princess, allow me to escort you to your estate!" Marth theatrically declared, then swept her up from her feet and carried her to nowhere in particular. She gasped, then smiled wide like an idiot.

"Yes, sir knight. I would much appreciate it!"

He set her down. "We are here, my dear Princess. My Lady, I must confess to you one thing before I leave in my journey."

"Oh no! Please, don't leave! It is a dangerous world out there, and... and I'll fade away into oblivion of you die out there! Who will protect me?" She cried out, then embraced him and clung to him.

He chuckled. "If you insist, but I must still confess."

He knelt down and kissed her hand, then pulled out a small ring made of the tiniest flowers. "I love you with all my heart, with all my mind, with all my soul, with all my strength. Please, let me ask of you, will you marry me?"

She mock-gasped, but even then, knowing this was nothing more than a play, tears unconsciously began to form at her eyes, tears of happiness.

'No! No!'
'Kris, please...'
'Captain, come on! You still need to tell me how to woo girls better!'
'Kris... please, you've helped me grow so much!'
'You are strong, so very strong! Do not permit your strength fail your life!'

"Yes, yes!"

Marth slid the ring into her finger than jumped up and embraced her in jubilee. "Oh, yes, thank you!"

"No, thank you!"

Suddenly, everything fell silent.

Silent.

And dark.

But neither of them noticed as they closed their eyes.

"I love you, Kris."

"I love you, Marth."

"Kris? Kris! Wake up!"

Kris groggily opened her eyes.

The light burned.

What was that dream...? It felt so good...

"Kris! Can you hear me?"

The voices sounded so faraway, so muffled. She nodded her head.

A loud sound, a large collected sigh perhaps, resonated through her eardrums. She saw red in her vision, yet heard a man's voice.

Sir Cain, then.

"S-sir..."

"Sh... don't talk. Rest."

"B-but Marth, sir-"

"Fine. Milord is fine. Just rest. Everyone's worried about you." The red-clad knight draped the blanket further over her. It was only then that she realized that she was cold. Cold, and shivering. And it hurt everywhere.

"Infection."

He walked out of the tent as she continued lying in her bed. The air was thick with the scent of blood. Her blood.

The flap opened, and a familiar, welcome blue-haired lord popped his head inside the tent. "Kris?" He said softly.

She turned around the best she could. Marth walked over and touched her forehead with the back of his hand. "You really are burning up..." He sighed. "Don't do something that reckless again. It was so frightening, to see one of my own friends so willing to throw their life away for me... please, do not do that again..."

'Because I love you...' "It's..."

"Hush," he shushed, bringing a finger to her lips. "Don't talk. Later, maybe, but now, you have to rest, alright?"

"Yes, Milord."

He smiled wryly and shook his head. "By the way... don't tell anyone I was here, alright?"

She couldn't help giggling as he slipped out, but after mere moments her face was downcast again.

"Perhaps... perhaps another time... another place... in another life..." she whispered to herself.

This was how she satisfied herself: by her sick fantasies.

A/N:

What did I tell you about me being the only person who ships this?

The next chappie might take a while solely because it's a long one. And I may have accidentally deleted it just when I was about to finish it.

Oops.