A/N: How's it going everybody!

One Day Later

Plegia

"Milord!" A Soldier rushes in, before kneeling. "We've a guest from Ylisse. Says he's here bearing a message from Exalt Chrom."

The man, not choosing to turn to face his soldier, simply raises a hand. "Very well… Let him in…" His tone was considered somewhat rasp, yet sounded like he had nothing but evil intentions.

The soldier nodded, before rushing back out. A few seconds later, the Ylissean messenger enters the throne room.

Though he still hadn't turned to face the other way, the new king sensed him. "Well… what is it that you want?"

The messenger kneeled. "Milord, I come in behalf of Lord Chrom. He requests a meeting with you. He says that he wants to discuss something with you."

"And what is it that he wants to discuss with me?"

"I'm afraid… I'm afraid he didn't say anything to me about it. He said that it was something that he wanted to discuss specifically with you."

The mysterious man then stood up from his throne, still keeping his back to the messenger, before his right hand started glowing with an evil, purple aura. He then slowly began to close the glowing hand, at the same time choking the messenger. It was at this point that he showed himself to the messenger, who only looked in horror.

"L-L-Lord V-V-Validar?" His sweating slowly began turning into a rain shower. "Y-You're the new ruler of Plegia?"

Validar chuckled slightly. "Yes. It appears that I am."

He then loosened the choke, but then immediately grabbed the messenger by his cheeks. "Also, if Lord Chrom wishes to discuss something with me, tell him that I'm willing to. But. Make sure to leave my name out of the reply. I would like him to be surprised when he sees me again." He once again loosened the grip.

"And MAKE SURE you write it down."

And just as quickly as he came, the messenger quickly left the castle, scared out of his life.

"You really should learn to control that temper of yours…" A woman's voice said soothingly, as she petted a crow.

"And you should really learn to stay out of someone's business Aversa." Validar replied, rubbing his temples.

Aversa giggled slightly. "I'm only saying that since you'll need to remain calm when your precious surprise arrives. I mean, he is right isn't he?"

"Yes…" Validar's mouth formed into a crooked smile. "I suppose you're right…"

Later

As the messenger ran as quickly as he could back to the camp, He failed to realize a large bear that was resting nearby. His steps crunching up the leaves woke the bear too much, and it soon gave chase, quickly pinning him down before the messenger could even realize it.

Luckily for him, a nearby hunter noticed them, and shot the arrows, driving the bear away. Luckily again, the hunter recognized the Ylisse Symbol, and brought him to the Chrom's camp.

Much Later

Shepherd Camp

"Any sign of the messenger yet?" Chrom asked Frederick, who was keeping an ever so watchful eye over the camp, and its surrounding.

"None so far milord." Frederick replied.

"Whoever this new ruler is, he sure is quite the negotiator if he's willing to take this darn long." Chrom said, circling around his position.

"At least he'd be better than Gangrel, who'd NEVER even give a reply." Frederick reminded.

"You've a point there."

GRRRAAAWWWWRRRR!

"What was that?!" A startled Chrom asked.

"I've no idea…" Frederick said. "Shall I go investigate?"

"That bloodcurdling sound is happiness?!" A voice suddenly yelled, revealing it to be none other than Robin.

"No." Chrom slightly smirked. "I've reason to believe that the situation will calm itself eventually."

Meanwhile

"How 'bout this?" Cherche asked, as she went over some papers, before finally showing one to her wyvern.

Minerva sniffed the picture, before lightly igniting it, turning the picture into ashes.

"I guess not." Cherche sighed, before going through the papers again. "My, my, this is much harder than I thought it would be."

"Cherche…" Robin began, noticing Cherche by the stables. "Might I ask on what it is you're doing?"

"Ah!" Cherche clapped. "Perfect timing. Is it alright if I ask you something?"

"Uh sure… Ask away." Robin replied, as he sipped some coffee.

"Out of all your friends, are there any that are particularly beautiful? Specifically wyverns?"

Robin did a sudden spit-take. "Wait, what? Did you just ask if any of my friends are good-looking wyverns?"

"Never mind." Cherche sighed, before going closer to pet Minerva. "It was worth a shot anyway. I'm trying to find Minerva a partner. I've gone through hundreds of portraits and introductory letters after the battle. And so far, none of them are up to her standards."

"W-w-whoa. Stop right there."

"Hmm?"

"You're looking for a partner for Minerva?" Robin then pointed to said wyvern, who then glared at him. "As in that dragon you ride into battle? I don't think I offer match-making services. Especially for something like wyverns."

"What about this army?" Cherche challenged.

"Excuse-me?"

"Aren't you basically match-making everyone in this army?" Cherche clarified. "I mean, I haven't been here very long, but I've noticed that the people you've paired up together seem to be getting closer."

"Oh really?" Robin challenged. "Name one pair."

"Oh let's see…" Cherche began, as she counted the pair with her fingers. "There's princess Lissa and the young mage Ricken, the noble Maribelle and low-thief Gaius, the red-head Pegasus knight Cordelia and the Feroxian Lon'qu, Prince Chrom's loyal retainer Frederick and Olivia the dancer… Shall I continue?"

"Of first off…" Robin began. "That's not matach-making. Never was, never will be. Second! " He emphasized, pointing to Cherche. "It's strategy. Stra-te-gy! Each pair I've made balances each-other's weaknesses. And the getting closer part? Well let's think about it."

Slight pause so Robin can gather his breath.

"If I defended you, and you did the same for me, I'm sure either of us would want to express gratitude towards the other, so we both try to meet each other to say our thanks. Any other conversation follows naturally. So, am I match-making? No. Simple as that."

Cherche looked stunned, from hearing Robin ramble like that for hours on end. After a couple seconds, Cherche decided to speak.

"Ok, you have a fair point. My apologies for assuming otherwise." Cherche bowed slightly.

"Going back to the topic, it's no surprise that you don't have match-making services for wyverns. No one does! Back in Rosanne, every time I'd ask for help, people would simply say that it happens naturally. Just let time work its magic, and eventually two wyverns will become lovers, and well… you know the rest."

Another slight pause

"That's why I've taken it to myself to do everything myself."

"Wow." Robin simply said. "You're breaking the ground for not just relations in general, but wyvern relations."

"It's a giant leap for mankind and… I guess wyvernkind I'm betting."Cherche coughed, before suddenly saying: "So Robin… would you like to help me?"

"Me?" Robin said in shock. "Ha ha ha… I knew you had humor in you…" Robin then noticed that Cherche's expression was all serious, and no humor. "Oh. You're NOT joking. Well… why not. What could possibly go wrong?"

"Oh joy!" Cherche then hugged Robin. "Did you hear that Minerva? Robin's going to help us."

GRRRAAAWWWWRRRR!

"Oh look how happy you made her!"

"That bloodcurdling sound is happiness?!"

Robin and Cherche achieved Support Level C! (Couldn't resist!)

"Robin!" Lissa called out, before stopping dead in her tracks, upon seeing the situation. "Ooh. What's this? You and Cherche getting together?" She then smirked.

"Not now Lissa." Robin immediately replied. "Any reason you started calling me all of a sudden?"

"Oh right." Lissa suddenly realized. "Big brother wants you immediately. He said it's urgent, and the situation doesn't look pretty."

"On my way!" Robin replied. He then turned to Cherche. "Sorry Cherche, I'm afraid it'll have to wait."

"No problem." Cherche replied. "I don't mind."

Robin then sped off.

"What was that about?" Lissa asked confused.

Meeting Tent

"Chrom! Chrom, what is it? What happe- Oh dear Naga!" Robin burst into the tent. Upon entering however, he was met with a horrible sight.

The messenger that Chrom had sent returned, but not on his own. In fact, he's dead. His corpse was currently being examined by Libra.

"What happened?" Robin asked, nearly scared as heck.

"I'm can't exactly determine yet," Libra answered honestly. "But judging from the marks on his neck, he was probably strangled to death. But, there ARE claw marks around his body that say animal attack otherwise."

Robin then turned to Chrom. "Did he get the message we asked for?"

"Yes. He did." Chrom replied. "The king has said that he's ready to meet us anytime."

"Shall I prepare the necessary supplies Milord?" Frederick asked.

"As soon as you can." Chrom said. "We've to meet with this new ruler as quickly as possible if this is what he's capable off."

"Yes Sir." Frederick then ran off.

Chrom turned back to Robin. "Robin, be sure to prepare a tome, and bring your sword. Just in case."

"You don't need to tell me twice." Robin replied. "I know a grave situation when I see one."

A/N: And we're done!

Short chapter this round, but yeah, Robin and Cherche's relationship has officially started.

Yes, I'll be using their Supports in-game for this. I know it's typical, but I couldn't think of anything else, so I used it instead. I'm so sorry.

As for Robin's rant, if you've seen their supports on YouTube, then you'll know where it came from. For those who don't, it's basically how everyone's saying that Robin is a match-maker, and he's a quote unquote: Shipping Lord… My god… WHAT THE FUCK?! Sorry, I don't typically curse in my endnotes, but that term really annoys me to no end. Stop using that term, or I'll fucking kill someone!... or at least beat the ever-living daylights out of them. I don't wanna go to jail.

Anyways, until next chapter, BYE!