Chapter 4

Frederick, as he always did, woke up bright and early, well before the crack of dawn. He began his morning as he always did, taking the time to talk to whoever was on watch that morning (Today being Stahl), and then doing a brief survey of the camp to clear any objects that any of the shepherds could possibly trip on. Finally, he headed over to the tents of Chrom and Nathan to wake them so that the three of them could discuss their strategy for any upcoming marches or battles.

After getting up Chrom (And listening to the Prince's hearty argument on why "Getting up early was the stupidest idea anyone could come up with", to which he heartily replied, "Well put, Milord! Now then, please, let us head to the strategy tents where you may continue your powerful speech!"), Frederick made his was to Nathan's tent. As he poked his head in, he was horrified at what he saw.

Nathan was still at his desk, his head in his hands over his maps and books, with a small pile of drool next to his mouth, and lying on his bedroll was Lissa, who was sprawled out and snoring quite loudly, with her arms stretched out and a blanket next to her which she had clearly thrown off at some point in the night.

"SIR NATHAN! MILADY! WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO YOU?" Frederick frantically yelled, running over to Lissa and pulling the blanket back over her as Nathan groaned and lifted his head from his book, wiping a small bit of drool from the corner of his mouth.

"Ugh…Freddy…didn't we talk about not being loud when there's still normal people who don't get up this early trying to sleep?" Nathan told the Great Knight, stretching his arms before looking at the man and seeing her standing over Lissa. "Oh. Right. That." He thought to himself.

"What did you do to Milady Lissa?!" Frederick frantically questioned the tactician, to which Nathan became quite confused.

"What did I do to her…? Frederick, she came over to talk, we ended up talking for way too long, and she fell asleep on my bedroll…so I gave her that blanket, which she kept throwing off, which was quite annoying…and I guess I fell asleep while planning out the march. So, nothing bad happened. Nothing indecent. All is well and good." Nathan declared sleepily, rubbing his eyes and getting up to stretch. He was surprised more than anything that Lissa was still asleep, still snorting and snoring away.

"Very well, I believe you Sir Nathan…" Frederick responded, before turning back to Lissa, who had started to mutter something. "Hm…?" Frederick said, turning back to the princess, as Nathan walked over to see what was going on.

"Ehehehe…oh Nathan, not there…ohohohoho…hehe that tickles!" Lissa muttered through her sleep. Frederick now turned back to Nathan with a cold glare on his face. Sweat began to drip down Nathan's brow as he slowly backed away.

"Frederick…I swear…I didn't do anything…well I think I may have tickled her at one point, but that was just because she tried to dump some snow down my collar from outside…Frederick?" Nathan told the man, putting his hands in front of himself to try and protect his face. Frederick slapped the man across the head.

"Ow! Oh Come on Freddy, that wasn't necessary! I told you, I didn't do anything!" Nathan whined, rubbing his head. The Knight continued his stern cold gaze at the man.

"I do believe that you didn't but that was in case you get any ideas of stealing Milady's purity!" Frederick told him sternly. "Now then, if you'll excuse me, I must start the fire once again so that it is ready come breakfast time." Frederick declared. "I trust you can take care of Milady Lissa once she wakes up? Oh, and make your way to the strategy tent once you are ready, I have already sent Milord over there."

Nathan sighed in defeat as he nodded to the man, and Frederick exited the tent.

"Well, I suppose I'd better get you up…Nathan muttered to himself, turning to Lissa, only to see that she had pushed the blanket back off of herself again and was still snoring quite loudly. Nathan smiled at her; even asleep there was something about the princess that he found attractive. He knelt down, and decided now was as good a chance as any to reverse the prank that she had played on him last night, as he took his fingers and gently pinched her nose. Then, to his surprise, Lissa took one of her hands and pinched Nathan's nose as well.

"I'll stop if you stop." She told him, her eyes still closed. Nathan sighed, taking his hands off her nose as she did the same. Lissa yawned and stretched her arms as she sat up, rubbing her eyes.

"How long have you been awake for?" Nathan questioned. "Hey, wait a second…you weren't talking in your sleep then, were you? OH COME ON!"

Lissa let out a loud laugh as Nathan pieced together what had happened. "Sorry, I didn't mean to get you smacked like that! It was just too good of an opportunity to resist!" Lissa told him. Unfortunately for her, the tactician was less than amused.

"I don't really think that was necessary…" He said. "But, it was quite nice having you keep me company last night, so I guess I'll let this one slide."

Lissa giggled and nodded. "Alrighty, I'm gonna head over to my tent. See you later, Natie!" She called playfully as she left, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before both of their faces turned beet red and she ran out.

Nathan rubbed his cheek where she had kissed him. "Well, I guess that makes everything worth it…" He muttered to himself with an ear-to-ear grin plastered on his face. He then threw on his black cloak, strapped his sword to his back, and headed off to the strategy tent.