Prologue
"Father, tell me a story about the hero who lost her memory," Lucina said cheerfully.
"Again?" Chrom smiled. The young princess nodded and snuggled into her blankets. Chrom sighed and sat down on the edge of his five year old daughter's bed. "Alright, which one?"
Lucina pursed her lips in thought for a moment. "Tell me about the day that the handsome prince met her," she decided.
"You think he's handsome?" Chrom raised his eyebrows.
"Mother said that he was the most handsome man in the world," the little girl explained.
"I see," Chrom grinned. "Now where was I supposed to start again?"
"The day they met."
"That's all the way at the beginning!"
"I know that silly!" Lucina giggled. This was followed by a large yawn. She grinned. "And hurry up. I'm going to fall asleep if you don't."
"Oh, all right," Chrom smiled again. "From the beginning…"