Hey, guys! So this is the final chapter of Honeymoon. This is such a bittersweet feeling- finishing a fanfic after months of hard work. I'm happy to have another complete fanfic under my belt, but I always find it sad to finish a fanfic. That's always how I've been, especially since this was mainly a passion project, to be honest.

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The assassination attempt on Emmeryn had been successfully foiled. Chrom, Ellie, and the remaining Shepherds had killed the last would-be assassins. It had been a long, tiring battle, but it had been more than worth it in the end. The Shepherds were now discussing what had transpired, and considering their next move. But there was one person missing.

Frederick.

Ellie saw that he slipped away after battle for camp. She grew concerned that he had gotten injured during the fight, and was seeking treatment as a result. She couldn't imagine any other reason for her fiancée to suddenly go missing. She looked around the immediate area in a feeble attempt to find him. But she didn't see him, much to her nervousness.

"Is everything alright?"

Ellie glanced over at Chrom. He, Emmeryn, and Lissa all had concerned looks on their faces. Lissa even approached her to give her shoulders a shake.

"Ellie, what's wrong with you? You led us to victory!" Lissa exclaimed. "Why are you so quiet?"

"Sorry," Ellie replied. "I was just looking for Frederick. Have you seen him?"

Lissa shook her head. "I haven't seen him."

Chrom bit his lip. "I'm afraid I don't know. Perhaps he went back to camp?"

"But that isn't like him," Ellie said. "He'd stay with you guys no matter what. Why would he leave?"

"Good point," Chrom mused. "Maybe you could find out?"

"I should. May I?"

"Of course. We'll catch up in a while."

With a small nod, Ellie left for camp.

Frederick sat in still silence inside the barracks. He had a silver lance in one hand, and a sharpening stone in the other, and was hard at work. He managed to escape the bustle of the Shepherds relishing in their victory unseen. It wasn't like him to leave his charges and the remaining Shepherds after battle, but he saw it to be necessary. He needed to start preparing for the next battle so he could protect everyone with everything he had.

This must be all done, he thought. If I prepare for everything that can happen, than the chance of harm will grow less and less.

Frederick didn't hear soft footsteps coming from behind him. But he did hear someone clear their throat loudly. He spun around, ready to attack.

"Frederick, please! It's me."

"Ellie," Frederick said between a sigh. He nodded at her before he began sharpening his lance again.

"Why did you leave?" Ellie asked. "I was so worried about you."

"I need to prepare for our next battle. Now if you'll excuse me-"

"I understand, Frederick, I do. But you can't exhaust yourself. We have a long march ahead of us tomorrow."

"I know, but this is far more important. I still have more things to do afterwards. I have to fix the armour of all the Shepherds, make sure we have enough rations, and that milord and milady are safe. I must ask you now to leave me be."

"Where is this coming from? And why are you doing so much more than usual?"

Frederick's eyes hardened. "The Exalt almost died today, Ellie. Don't you see that?! I feel as though I failed to prevent those damn assassins from breaking into the castle. I almost failed as a knight tonight."

Ellie bit her lip. She knew better than to argue with Frederick over that. He wasn't about to change his mind anytime soon. So she approached the situation in a different manner.

"Let me at least help you," she offered. "You can't take all that on alone."

"Are you accusing me of being unable to perform my tasks?" Frederick accused.

"No, not at all! I just want to help out."

"Well I don't need it. I need you to go. Leave at once!"

Ellie stared blankly at Frederick, who had resumed sharpening his lance. She stood there for several minutes before leaving. She didn't even bother to say goodbye.

It was almost midnight when Frederick managed to complete almost all his tasks. He only had to check up on Chrom before retiring to his tent for the night. He'd already checked on Lissa, and had noted that she was content with everything. The only person to check now was Chrom.

"Milord."

Chrom looked up from a map. "Oh, hey Frederick. Where have you been?"

"I've been busy making sure everything's in order," Frederick answered. "All appears well, milord. Weapons are sharp, rations are in good supply, and there's no sign of the enemy. I've asked Stahl and Miriel to complete the night watch tonight. Is that alright with you, milord?"

"It is. Thank you for everything."

"'Tis no trouble, milord. I'm happy to be of service."

Chrom chuckled. "Hey, did Ellie ever find you? I haven't seen her since she said she would look for you after battle."

Frederick's calm demeanour faded. He looked at the ground and picked at the dirt with one foot.

"What's wrong?" Chrom asked. "Have you not seen here?"

"No, that isn't it. I spoke to her. Though I fear I was quite rude in the process," Frederick confessed.

"What?! Why?!"

"I was busy, milord. I couldn't have any distractions whilst I worked."

Chrom glared at his knight. "Ellie's your fiancée! She was really concerned about you, Frederick. She thought something bad had happened, and your first instinct was to dismiss her?!"

That wasn't the reaction Frederick had anticipated. He hadn't seen Chrom speak to him this way. He couldn't recall a time where something similar had happened. This was a first.

He thought of many things to say to justify his actions. But every excuse was either flimsy or ridiculous. He finally relented with a heavy sigh.

"You're right," he said. "That was wrong. I…I need to apologize to her."

"You better," Chrom replied. Most of his anger left, but a good chunk of it was still burning bright. "Go apologize to her, Frederick. That's an order."

Frederick didn't hesitate for a second. He left Chrom's tent for his and Ellie's tent. If she wasn't in there, than he wouldn't know where to begin looking for her.

Luckily for Frederick, Ellie was inside. She sat on their bed, reading a tactics book. She didn't seem relaxed; she seemed tense, and Frederick knew why. He felt guilt hit him like a brick wall, and that made him feel awful.

He didn't even call her name. He just walked right up to her and kissed her lips hard. Ellie was somewhat confused by the kiss, but she didn't fight it. She slowly melted into it, and let her arms cling to him. After several minutes of this, Frederick broke the kiss.

"I'm so sorry, my love," Frederick gasped. "Gods, I'm so, so sorry."

Ellie shoved her book away so that he could sit beside her. He took her hands in his and kissed them gently.

"I'm so sorry," he repeated. "I've done an awful thing, milady. I pushed you aside in favour of my work. I shouldn't have done that. It was wrong. I was just preoccupied with keeping everyone- including you- safe during this war. I never intended to hurt you."

"But you did hurt me," Ellie said. "I only wanted to help. You do so much for everyone that I wanted to make things easier on you."

"That's my biggest flaw, I'm afraid," Frederick admitted. "I'm become so used to performing such tasks on my own that I never think to let anyone aide me. I need to learn to accept help when it's offered; especially when the person offering is you, my sweet. I never meant to hurt you in the first place. I love you so much, Ellie. I hope you can forgive me."

Ellie blushed. "I forgive you…on one condition."

"Oh? And what might that be?"

"You stay with me for the rest of tonight. No more chores, no more patrols, nothing. Just you and me, here, in our tent. You can go back to work tomorrow, but not now. I want you all to myself. I really want to be selfish."

Frederick smiled. "I enjoy that idea. I'll stay here."

"Thank you."

The couple changed into proper sleeping attire, and then got into bed. Ellie rested her head on her fiancé's chest, and grinned as his arms held her tight.

"Goodnight, Frederick."

"Goodnight, my love. I can't wait to see you again."

There you go! I hope you all enjoyed it. :)

Review Responses:

PozzyP: That's so true! Soldiers are people, not machines; they can feel real emotion. I think people often forget about that little fact. I like to think that Lon'qu is surprisingly wise despite his background. I don't know why, but it seems to fit him well. I'm glad you liked the last chapter, and I hope this chapter did not disappoint!

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