It was early morning, the sun shown through the silk curtains, illuminating the bedroom with a warm yellow glow. You stir awake, having slept the best in ages, a soft smile graces your face. When your eyes adjust to the light you can see your husband, Chrom, lying next to you. He smiles, holding you close. “Good morning, love.” He says sleepily, his eyes still closed and not willing to open anytime soon. He sighs happily.