It was already getting dark, yet Chrom and Robin were still lying on the prince's bed, maps and sheets of papers scattered around them. They had been discussing the necessary changes in their battle strategy, given the recent findings of the reconnaissance squad. After a few hours of brainstorming, Robin decided to call it a day.

"Alright, I think we've done enough for now," said the tactician, collecting her things.

"You're not leaving yet, are you?" A note of concern appeared in the man's voice.

Robin shook her head. "I can stay for a bit longer if you want."

She felt Chrom's hands grab her from behind. He didn't even wait for her to put the papers away.

"Shouldn't we wait until Frederick's evening report?" she asked, as the prince put his lips to her neck.

"If he hasn't come by now, I don't think he has anything to say. He'll probably show up first thing in the morning."

Chrom took the papers from Robin's hands and placed them on his desk. He reached for the top button of her tactician robes when someone burst into the room.

A loud groan escaped his throat. He should really think about hiring guards.

"Lissa!" yelled the prince at the sight of his sister, who was doing her best not to chuckle. "Could you finally learn to knock?"

She ignored him.

"Oh, you're together. Cool! Because we'd like to tell you something."

Chrom looked around the tent. "We?"

Lissa turned back to find out that there was nobody standing behind her.

"Oh, for the love of gods! Cooome ooon heeere!" she said through gritted teeth, dragging another person inside.

Frederick looked as if he'd rather be anywhere else than here. He refused to meet anyone's gaze, staring at the floor. The view was quite peculiar.

Chrom's eyebrows went all the way up.

"To what do we owe this visit?" asked Robin, her lips curling up.

"Should I begin?" asked Lissa in a loud whisper that carried over the room. "He won't kill me, I'm his sister."

"Oh no, milady, allow me." Lissa glared at Frederick for reasons Chrom could only guess.

The knight composed himself as best as he could. He cleared his throat. Twice. Then, he finally said,

"Milord, as you are very well aware, I have been serving you and lady Lissa for many years now. In that time, I never did anything to put you in an unfavorable position or disgrace your name. Therefore, I hope with all my heart that you will be able to accept our decision."

Chrom seemed puzzled, but Robin's look was expectant. Instinctively, she grabbed Chrom's hand and squeezed it lightly.

"Er, right," said the prince, his eyes wandering between his sister and their knight. "Sorry, but I have no idea where you're going with this."

Frederick blinked. He glanced at Lissa for support and started over.

"What I was trying to say is, given lady Lissa's position as the princess of Ylisse and my duty as the knight−"

Lissa lost her patience.

"Can't we make it brief? We don't have the whole day!"

The princess took matters into her own hands. She walked up to Chrom and Robin, and put out her hand with a ring on it.

"We're engaged! There, I said it. You can congratulate us and all."

Frederick placed a shaky hand around Lissa and glanced expectantly at the prince. They readied themselves for various reactions to the news. This was none of them, though.

"Oh, come on, man!" shouted Chrom, pointing at the knight. "Couldn't you keep it in your pants for a few more days?"

Frederick turned white, Lissa red. Together they looked like two gemstones on the Fire Emblem. Robin burst out laughing.

"He meant the ring!" she clarified to save them further embarrassment. "You're a sore loser, Chrom."

"Easy for you to say. An entire flask of Feroxi mead. Gods damn it!"

"Eeeer… Could someone tell us what's going on?" said Lissa after the initial shock wore off.

Robin smiled sympathetically. She stood up and addressed the couple.

"We're both very happy that you finally decided to get married and wish you all the best in your new life together. Don't we, Chrom?"

"What?" said the prince distractedly. He stood up, as well. "Yes, of course we do. My apologies. Congratulations on your engagement, and, well, you know the rest."

"Thank you, milord," said Frederick to Chrom, looking extremely relieved. Then, he nodded at Robin. "Milady."

All of a sudden, Robin felt very emotional.

"Oh, come here, you…!"

She gave Frederick a heart-felt hug, and then turned to embrace Lissa. Chrom did the same but turned out to be much more awkward in showing affection.

When they were done, Lissa remembered something.

"Wait, Robin, you said finally. What's that supposed to mean?"

Robin stifled a laugh. "Excuse me for saying this, guys, but it took you long enough."

This time, it was Frederick who spoke first. "You mean you knew?"

"About your secret relationship?" asked Chrom, enjoying the look of horror on Frederick's face. "Of course we did. Although, I bet it would take you longer to commit, buddy; judging from your resistance to Lissa's earlier advances. Robin believed in you, though. I guess she's a better judge of characters."

"But if you knew, sire, then why didn't you say something?"

"There was nothing to say, really." The prince shrugged in a non-committal way. "You both seemed very happy. Why ruin it?"

Frederick and Lissa beamed at each other. The knight took a hand of his future bride into his own.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" asked the princess, squeezing his palm.

"No, it wasn't," replied Frederick. He could lose himself into her deep grey eyes.

"Ahem," said Chrom, bringing the couple back to reality. The knight jumped up, but Lissa stood her ground.

"Excuse us, but we have a lot of things to… discuss," the girl stated, as she turned to leave. "Come on, Freddie! Let's go."

Not wasting any more time, Lissa went out of the tent, dragging Frederick behind her with ease. Even though he was nearly twice as big as she was.

After they were gone, Chrom breathed out a sigh. He pulled Robin close to him and kissed her on the forehead, whispering against her skin,

"Guess our family just got bigger."