"Good morning, Robin." Chrom smiled as his wife waltzed across the room. "You seem awfully cheery today. Anything good happen?"

"Mm? Nothing, nothing. I did have a strange dream, however."

"A strange dream? Pray tell, what was it about?" Chrom's expression was a worried one. The last time Robin had strange dreams, they were fragments of Grima's memory.

"It was about... That's odd. I can't remember." Robin laughed it off. "I'm sure it wasn't that bad." Chrom sighed in relief.

"Just do tell me when you remember."

"All right."

A young Morgan ran into the room, chased by his older sister Lucina. Morgan was pretending to be the fell dragon, Grima and Lucina played the role of her father.

"Vile dragon! I'll defeat you with the divine sword, Falchion!" The princess playfully stabbed her brother in the chest with a toy sword. Morgan pretended to fall over and die.

"You have bested me, Awakener, but as long as there is evil in men's hearts, I will rise agaaaaaaaaaain!" The children burst into laughter.

Chrom and Robin didn't have the heart to tell their children that as their Father was of exalted blood, their mother was of fell blood, and her alternate timeline self was the fell dragon itself. Robin even made sure to wear gloves at all times. Since Chrom had slain Grima with the Falchion, Robin's brand never faded, permanently tying her to the Plegian dragon deity. She quietly hoped that the fell dragon's blood would never resurface. That there would never be another suitable vessel for Grima.

"Lucina. Morgan. Didn't you promise Aunt Lissa that you would play with Owain?" Chrom approached his children.

"But Owain talks funny!" Morgan protested.

"He's still your cousin and I expect you to be nice to him."

"Fine..." The two children scurried off to find their cousin. Chrom shook his head and sighed.

"I guess this is what it's like to be a father... I'm so glad we live in such peaceful times." Chrom faced his wife. Because Robin was technically princess of Plegia, ties between Plegia and Ylisse were strong. In fact, in theory, they could have even united the countries. However, at Robin's request, Aversa took the throne.

The world was at peace.

"I'll be attending a meeting with the East Khan of-"

"Chrom, you don't have to lie to me. Flavia asked you to fight for her again, didn't she?"

"You caught me."

"Well then, hurry back." Robin sighed and walked in one of the hallways. She still didn't have her memory back from before Chrom found her, but that was fine. She had a new future ahead of her. One, hopefully, of happiness.

"Mom! Mom! Morgan said his brand surfaced!" Lucina ran over to her mother with a wide grin on her face. Robin was visibly shocked. Her son from the future had said nothing about a brand.

"Where is he?"

"He's in his room, but he refuses to let anyone in."

"I see. Let me talk to him." Robin made her way to Robin's room. If it was just a brand, why would he be so unwilling to show anyone... unless it was on an embarrassing place...

She knocked on her son's door.

"Go away." A muffled male voice rang from behind the door.

"Morgan. It's just me! Your mother!"

The door opened a crack. Morgan peeked out from behind the door and then pulled Robin in his room.

"Mom... It's weird... do you promise not to laugh?"

"I would never laugh at you."

Morgan removed his robe and turned around. On his back was not the Mark of Naga, but a brand that matched Robin's.

Her son was a fellblood.