"I know in our vows, we said -till death do us part- but now that it was a reality, I find that limiting." Grima tells him, almost conversationally.
Chrom kneels and listens, his vocal chords not yet recovered enough to speak.
"You are mine, you are my husband. And I am a god. Why should I have to loose you for good, when I can have you right here beside me? Life is meaningless, but our bonds give us strength. And our bond is unbreakable."
Chrom's skin is pale in death, and his eyes red, but that does not matter to Grima. A crown is placed on Chroms head, as a kiss is placed on his mouth.
"Go bring me the other Shepards, my love. We have another war to fight togther. And just like last time, you will lead them."
A sword is offered , and Risen King Chrom accepts it and rises, resolve burning.
He will not fail