Everything was oddly silent as a sense of serene calm took control over Robin's mind. Originally Robin was in a panic when he realized he could no longer see or hear anything around him, but he had realized that it was the fate he had selected. Robin had lived a long life filled with endless war stacked with loss after loss of those he cared for. Many of those he called comrades had left him in charge of their children when they weren't able to make it back from the field of war. He remembered going from a hectic life of war to becoming a glorified royal babysitter in charge of raising the next generation of Shepherds. The memory left Robin torn as it was a difficulty beyond all others to see to those children growing up well with how damaged he had been after the world had practically fallen apart, yet their smiles and nicknames for their "General Grandpa" had always kept his crippled body moving.

Robin had been satisfied when Naga deemed him worthy to visit in his dreams. She had thanked him for ensuring the dynasty of her line continued with the then adult Queen Lucina before finally giving him the choice to embrace a new fate. He had lived far too long in his own eyes and with his passing he could ensure his damned bloodline would die with him. Robin had never had the chance to start a family of his own, but raising the majority of his allie's children had filled that hole in his heart. Without any hesitation, Robin accepted Naga's offer of finally resting his tired body.

'If I have finally died, why can I still feel? By Naga, I can't see or hear anything, but it feels as warm as Plegia wherever I am,' the thought was rather concerning for Robin as he had expected a reunion with his friends.

'I suppose I'll just wait and see what-,' the thought was interrupted when a new sensation suddenly overwhelmed Robin's senses.

He had suddenly felt something brush against his skin in a rapid randomized motion. It took a few seconds before he speculated on what exactly was hitting his skin, 'Was that a foot? What is going on here…'

Robin had lost track of time since he had arrived wherever he had ended up. The only true conclusion he made was that he wasn't truly alone in whatever afterlife this was. His partner in this "cell" had frequently proven this to him with inconsistent intervals of brushing against him. He wished he could converse with this rather rude cellmate, but Robin was unsure if he was even speaking since he couldn't hear his own voice. It was a rather monotonous life and the second things changed, Robin had grown excited as he hated reflecting on his memories in this chamber.

'Naga! That light! Is it finally time for my journey to come to a close?'

Robin grew irritated as the light was suddenly blocked by what he assumed to be his cellmate racing to get ahead of him. Considering Robin was used to such childish behaviour, he accepted the rude act and simply waited for his partner to head towards the light before him. Besides, Robin had waited this long and a little bit of a longer line wasn't going to kill him considering he was already dead.

Eventually, the light shone through once more as Robin's partner made their exit from the endless abyss of monotone torture. He found himself wanting to close his eyes as the light appeared almost too bright, but this light had allowed him to get a sense of what exactly was happening. With his eyes slightly open, Robin was able to see for the first time since Naga had given him his rest. A silent horror embraced Robin when his first sight was that of his incredibly tiny hands. Everything was starting to make sense about his prison cell and Naga's gift of a new fate. With that sudden realization, Robin began to scream the violent and angry wail of an infant.

A male with pale skin and black hair stood holding his wife's hand as she went through the labor of childbirth. Two of the best healers in the kingdom were ensuring his wife and child would make it through the dangers of childbirth. His purple eyes looked into his wife's beautiful blue eyes as he stroked her white hair with his free hand.

"My dear Elinora, hang in there. Our child will be with us soon and our rule will be fully acknowledged by the kingdom."

Elinora huffed as she tried to respond, "V-Validar, I don't want to hear about politics right now!" She was rather irritated by Validar's focus on the fact that they would now have an heir in place for Plegia.

"Of course my love, but you know how much this will mean for Plegia! With how Ylisse has been recently our advisors had grown concerned at the lack of our proper heir." Validar did not want to irritate his wife, but this moment would mean his wife's advisors would no longer be nagging him while he handles his duties with the Grimleal.

Their conversation was interrupted when one of the healers approached the couple with a small bundle of cloth, "Congratulations, my King and Queen! It's a healthy baby girl!"

He didn't hesitate to hand the small bundle over to the Queen who promptly studied her daughter. "Wow… she has my eyes and hair. I wonder what she'll inherit from you my dear husband. Maybe your endless nagging of politics?" Her voice was filled with both exhaustion and jest as she spoke towards Validar.

"We can always hope she inherits my unmatched skill in the arcane!" Validar had a grin that threatened to split his face when Elinora suddenly screamed again.

The healer returned beside his fellow as the two announced, "Looks like there is still one more child!"

Validar and Elinora were engulfed with a sudden feeling of giddiness. Neither were expecting today would end with two heirs for their line. One of the healers announced, "It's a healthy baby boy!" as she laid the second bundle of cloth in the other arm of Elinora.

Validar spoke up as he looked down at his son, "It looks like he's inherited my eyes and hair color. I guess we both get look alikes, don't we dear?" Validar had missed the small twitch in the eye's of his son.

"Validar, I want you to name our daughter and I shall name our son," Elinora felt beyond tired, but this was one final duty they had to finish before she could rest.

"Very well dear, our daughter shall be named Luna after the light in the night that keeps the dark away," Validar laughed slightly at the name considering his penchant for the dark in his own studies.

Elinora smiled at the name, "Our little baby Luna… I shall name our son after my father Robin." Elinora closed her eyes as she snuggled the two bundles closer to her, "Hopefully, he can spread his wings freely rather than be locked away in a gilded cage like my father…"

Her husband could only nod at her words as he continued to brush her hair until her breathing entered the steady rhythm of sleep. 'How can she sleep with Luna and Robin shouting their little lungs out?' Validar had to accept that this experience was truly exhausting to his wife. He nodded to the two healers to continue whatever their remaining duties entailed as he looked on at his two children. 'We will give you a realm worth inheriting my children.'