Rewind:
Events that happened earlier:
-Chapter Seven: Afraid to Fall
The chapter starts off with Chrom coming to the library to see Robin and the two fall into a awkward conversation. Stahl who is nearby sees the two reaching no solution so he comes in, stops the conversation and asks about why Chrom doesn't have a wedding ring. Chrom tells them a lie that he had lost it when truth is that the more memories he gets of Robin he'll lose Sumia's in the process as Chrom leaves Robins convinces herself that her own wedding ring with Krom is what is holding her back from loving again, so she is now willing to let it go for good.
As Chrom wonders in his thoughts he ends up at a race course where he stumbles into Sumia who he discovers she is a jockey. After helping Sumia bring her Pegsis back to the stables Cordelia notices him and mistaken him for Krom. He and Sumia quickly say that he is not and Sumia also blurts out that the Chrom that was with them was not the old Krom she loves.
Chrom fills guilty that the Cordelia he left behind had feelings for him and the one in the future was no different so to take the guilt away he helps Cordelia to encourage her back to racing again. She denies that she is a good jockey at first but after watching Chrom and Sumia race she is inspired to race again.
Meanwhile Lucina and Cynthia are working while Inigo and Owain are spying on the girls. (Owain only came because he knows Inigo always finds a way to get in trouble near girls.) In the end he does as Lucina places him into the freezer and leaves him. Leaving Cynthia and Owain to take him out, in the end Owain says something funny to the younger sibling and he and Inigo are now stuck in the freezer. In the end it was up to Anna to get them out.
As Chrom's race with Sumia ends she offers to take him up in the ride in the air. Chrom wonders where he last remember the feeling of begin in the air before realizing that he had been in the air before, but he couldn't remember until now. This only confirms his fears that he was forgetting Sumia ever begin his wife and love.
With the distress from his newest discovery Chrom comes to the beach where he met the future Sumia a few days ago. To his surprise he meets Robin here, ready to throw her wedding with Krom away. The two fall into a deep conversation before falling into a deep kiss. He leaves before leaving in confusion.
He doesn't know who his falling for.
Chapter Eight: Unstable memories
"The past is a tricky thing. Sometimes it's etched in stone, and other times, it's rendered in soft memories. But if you meddle too long in deep, dark things, who knows what monsters you'll awaken?"
Red, blue, yellow and pink; the list went on. Lights painted the walls in different colours for a few seconds before falling into a different shade. Feet moved not to the sound of the Risen but to the music being played from loud boxes. Once it reached its three minute limit it would it would repeat itself over and over again. Muttering of the people nearby talked about useless little things, such as who was with whom, who was having an affair and who had the better job out of the group.
Seductive woman dressed in clothes that would turn on men and women alike (if they were into the same gender) walked up to the well toned man and rubbed her silk-like fingers over his torso and shoulders, pushing her breasts into his view as much as she could. Her lips were close to his and he even let a kiss or two slip him by.
He wanted to be the man that stood by one woman only for as long as he lived. He remembered making that promise to his first wife but death greeted her first and she was gone. So he fell for another and they bared a child, giving his eldest child a sibling to come to in the bad and good times they would encounter. Even if there were days where he was not with his wife the people couldn't help but gossip he was cheating. He couldn't deny it, there were times were he felt something towards Sully, Olivia or even Maribelle but he was married to a woman back then – a woman he could no longer remember who and the woman he was with now remember was slipping from him like oil.
He was losing two women instead of none. This was the price of using the most highest of magic.
As soon the woman felt there was no more passion between them both she escaped Chrom's grasp as he placed another bottle onto his lips to wipe away the kiss and his problems away. He was never the heavy drinker and would drink a glass or two because he was king – he had to be responsible but here, he was nothing but an average man raising two children on his own. He could do whatever he wanted without being judged by his people. He could give not a single fuck and nobody would hold him back.
Here he was free.
Chrom spun his chair and the music returns, playing as loud as before. His sapphire eyes couldn't help but look down on the glossy bar table and saw a former king destroyed.
He was drunk, he was in pain, and he was confused and so lost. He hated himself.
Raising his empty glass he slide it to the bartenders side only to see it move too much and slip, crashing onto the ground. If he was his normal self he would stand up, help clean up the mess but he didn't care. For once, he didn't want to feel anything or care for anyone.
The former king reached into his wallet and pulled out a twenty. "Here," His voice was so low that the other bartenders didn't notice his voice as they were too busy cleaning up the mess he made.
He found it annoying as he was leaving, people hanged around the entrance instead of finding a table and chairs to sit on. One man that he had bumped shoulders into grabbed onto his long white scarf and tugged it like he was a dog on a leash. Chrom cussed under his breath, today was not his day.
The young man quickly turned around and slapped his scarf from the man's grasp and gave him a dead cold stare. The drunken man wiped away Chrom's stare with a drunken laugh and raised his glass to the others around him and made a toast for no reason at all. He looked back at Chrom and pointed at him, making fun of him from the scarf he wore, his blue hair and other jokes that would only make sense if you were a man.
The King was having enough of the immaturity he felt he was forced to deal with and grabbed hold of the man's drink and pulled it away from him, smashing it to the ground around them both. Moving quickly he pulled his arm into a chicken wing position and pinned the man onto the ground, rubbing his face into the dirty dance floor.
"I've just had enough of your insolence." Pressing the man's face even more, "If you are no ally of mine then don't talk to me," Releasing his grip on the man, "I believe we have no more business here."
After picking himself from the ground Chrom left without even thinking twice of helping the man and as soon he took a step outside, it started to rain, but he kept on going. With the hood that Fredrick told him that could keep your head dry he placed it over his face as he walked down the unsheltered path. Looking up he noticed he had reached a bus shelter.
He could read but in his state it would be impressive if he could read a letter straight without stuttering. Chrom pulled out a note Fredrick had written down for him with the bus number and route that would take him home. But drinking too much at the bar gave Chrom a headache when he tried to read the note. He just decided to wait for every bus that would pass him in hope that was the one that would take him home.
The sound of the wheels of a bus came to stop by the shelter, doors open and a man that looked like the driver of the bus gazed at him in confusion.
"You coming," He yelled. "Or are you waiting for the next one?"
Pulling out the note from his pockets Chrom pointed at the words, numbers and letters Fredrick had written from him in neat hand writing. "Is this the bus written here?"
The old man readjusted his reading glasses and looked at Chrom. "Yes." He nodded. "You're having trouble reading to boy?"
Placing the paper back into his pockets and taking steps into the strange transportation Chrom looked at the bus driver. "Yeah,"
With that the doors behind him close and Chrom makes his way to the closet seat before falling over. He didn't want to make it obvious to the people around him he had been drinking to the point he was surprised he could even stand. Removing his hood the former king gazed outside and looked in awe of all the objects the bus would drive past. This world was something he could never think could ever exist or be possible.
Wrapping his arms around his knees Chrom buried his head behind them. Warm air blew into the bus, making Chrom thankful that the world he was left in was somewhat okay. Summer was ending and Autumn/Fall weather was starting to be more obvious but it wasn't cold enough to wrap himself in layers of thick pants and coats.
He had just finished defeating Grima and his kingdom was saved - finally. He was now able to go home and wrap his arms around his beautiful child, Lucina and raise her in a peaceful kingdom with his wife but that all changed when he watched his wife die to save him, their child and their people.
His wife which he could not remember, her name, her face or her voice - nothing.
All he knew that he loved her and that was enough to make him find her with his children. Words from before haunted him now knowing he was going to lose any recollection of Sumia as his wife the longer he looked for one he could no longer remember. Was it worth the risk? Chrom didn't know, he was no tactician to make such decision.
"Even I don't know what that world holds for you! Even if you give me gold bars I still wouldn't take a single step in!" The merchant panicked.
"I need to do this - for her."
Her? Who was she, where was she? So many questions that could take years to find the answer to, by then Chrom feared he'll lose his times with Sumia the longer he looked for her. Maybe, maybe it was time to head back home.
The bus started to stop in order to pick up the next passenger that waited by another bus shelter and cold air blew into the place. Even if summer was ending Autumn/Fall was an unpredictable time. There were days where it was incredibly hot and others where it was cold to the bone.
"Excuse me." A soft fragile voice overcomes him. "Is this seat taken?"
Taking a short glance, Chrom shook his head. He had learnt that his old ways of communication had become so simple and less respected that he was now at the point of forgetting his old morals his parents taught him.
"Thanks."
The former king rolled his eyes as he couldn't take any more interest in whoever was taking a seat by him. He just wanted to go home and rest, think or even pray to any Gods if there were any. Maybe there would be one God out there and would give him any recollection of his old wife. It had been three days since he lasted kiss Robin and ever since then he had been wondering around the streets of Ylisse confused and troubled.
Suddenly the driver pressed on the brakes hard, sending Chrom out of his seat and was about to hit the chair where the driver was until somebody grabbed hold of his sleeve and dragged him back down. Taking a moment to understand what just happened he turned to the person that saved him from colliding into the seat of the bus driver.
He couldn't believe what he saw. Like a ray of light suddenly hit him.
Pale blond piggy tails that were as pale as snow, a black coat with strange symbols decorated everywhere, a book was in her hands and black-framed glasses sat on her face.
Why did it only hit him now?
"Did I do something wrong?" She asked. "Aren't you going to say thank you?"
Blinking at first Chrom placed his hand on top of the woman's as if it felt second nature to him. "R-Robin?"
And for the first time he took a step into the foreign world, he remembered the face of his wife he never knew he missed so much.
It was a cold day and there were hardly anybody around so he let his emotions just run. He placed his forehead on her shoulder and let his tears run down. He held onto her hand tighter, "It's you, it's really you."
Three months, three longs months. That was how long they had been and there was not a single day Lucina missed not to write down in her journal.
It kept her sane, it reminded her she was not from here and that one day, after her father found out what happened to her mother they would finally come back home.
She knew her father needed the closure and she couldn't help but wonder what her mother looked like or who she was as a person. There were books back in her hometown of what the true Queen of Ylisse looked like. Some described her having pink hair, teal with black ribbons in her hair, some short and some tall. Many writers asked what their Queen looked like but her father always refused. It was as if he didn't want to remember what her mother looked like.
Pressing the pen onto the paper harder ink was seen leaking onto the paper as the young teenager started to write. All her letters were jointed and looked beautiful to the eyes.
Her father for the last three days always left home so early and came home so late that she could never feel his presence at home. Was she finally starting to lose him? Lucina didn't want to believe the thought but perhaps the new world was starting to change him.
So the first words she wrote down in her little notebook were simple words.
I'm scared.
The pen slipped from her grasp afterwards as she opened her palm and there stood the ring her mother Sumia gave to her all those centuries ago.
"Keep and treasure that for the sake of your father. You are what he has left of your mother, you're the sole reason he keeps smiling for all of us."
Closing her palm she brought her hand up to her lips and kissed it gently. "Mother…"
"Lucina," Anna's voice snapped Lucina out of her thoughts. "You alright," She noticed the young girl was writing under the light of a simple candle. "Writing in the dark will hurt your eyes."
"…Sorry,"
Anna took in a sigh and with a flick the switch, the room suddenly lit up. This made Lucina jump but she quickly calmed down. She wasn't the one for words but Anna felt she couldn't leave her alone. She knew Lucina well even if they had been in the new world for only three months.
"Hey, you're hungry? You want to go into town and grab a bite to eat?"
"I'm not hungry."
Lucina's back was still facing her and she knew Lucina was a girl with respect and would always face the person she talked in high manner. Every time she spoke with her back facing her, it was a sign that things were not as fine as she wanted everyone around her to believe.
Placing a grin on her face the young red head placed her arm on her shoulder and leaned on her slightly. "You sure," She took a glance down to Lucina's journal and read the words on it. Looking back at the young teenager and finally understood why she had been so silent the past few days. She stopped leaning on Lucina and placed a hand on her left shoulder instead.
"Father has been acting really strange lately." Lucina spoke suddenly. "And I'm deeply worried about him."
"Your father is a king, a leader and a well respected man. There is nothing to worry about Lucy." Anna's voice was filled with glee compared to the dullness Lucina had.
The young woman picked up her pen and played with it in hope it would make the time pass by faster. "Yes but not here. Here he is a simple man, a normal person. He has not responsibilities to take care of, no wars to fight. Here he is free."
Anna gazed down as saw Lucina's eyes were stuck on rotating her pen in her hand over and over again. Having enough the young woman placed her hands over the teens. This caused Lucina took look up at her foster mother.
"I'm not good with words but try to understand your father. You must have been very young when he took you guys with him here but running a whole country is not easy, its gets even harder when the woman he loves never came back as she promised and is out there, and unknown if she is dead or not. He just wants to find her, dead or alive he wants to say goodbye before returning back home."
"But you said, we cannot go home until we remember who my mother is."
"Yes, that is true but I'm sure just finding her in general will give your father great peace. After that your father can run the kingdom better than before."
Lucina sighed. She knew worrying about her father wasn't going to bring her back home any time soon. All her father needed was some time to get back on track. "That's all. I'm sure."
Anna gave another of her huge grins and patted Lucina roughly on her back, nearly sending Lucina off her chair and desk. But she didn't mind, it was nice to know people cared for her besides her family.
"Now what about you, Cynthia and I head out to dinner that's not too far from here? I heard they have a great deal around this time and you know me, I never turn down a great bargain."
The young teenager gave off a laugh, "Sure, why not?"
"Ah, damn it Chrom, I never knew you as a heavy alcoholic!"
Robin rolled her eyes when the young man kept leaning on her body for support as they both walked down the hallway leading to her apartment. After Chrom strongly spoke her name as if it was the first time they had met. But the way he spoke her name struck a chord to her, she never remembered Chrom ever speaking to her like that ever.
The blond reached into her handbag that was hanging loosely and dug for the keys by feeling for them. She was glad that when she left the bus Chrom still knew what he was doing but as soon they reached for the stairs that was when she was forced to drag him up like he was a big bag of potatoes. A smile came across Robin's face when she felt the keys in the palm of her hands and didn't waste any time to open her locked door.
Morgan was out spending time with Inigo and Owain and to this day Robin still didn't have a long enough time to meet them properly but she trusted her son and let him enjoy a sleepover. It wasn't often he could spend time outside of school since she always needed a hand in the library. As soon Robin saw the couch was empty and had no bags or papers she tossed the man on the couch. Looking down she could see his eyes were open for one moment before closing them again, and then he would repeat the same actions again.
"Gees Chrom, what happened to make you drink like this?" Robin pinched her nose to block the alcohol smell that was stuck on Chrom's clothes like glue.
"I'm just tired of feeling like this." For a drunken man, she was surprised he could even talk straight. "I've been here for three months and I still can't find her, and before you know it another problem strikes."
"Alright, you're just drunk. Let me get your jacket off and wash them." The young mother pushed the man upright and removed the jacket like Chrom was five and needed help to do so.
"I just need some reassurance that all of this was worth it." Chrom broke into light laughter, the type of laughter drunken people made and was heard when they were making jokes that only made sense to them.
The man could see his jacket was off and Robin was flapping it in hope the smell would go away, but it hardly did a thing. Leaning on the armchair of the couch Chrom found his way to his feet and making his way to Robin.
"Hey hey hey," Robin dropped Chrom's jacket in the process of seeing Chrom attempting to walk. "You really are drunk." And when she saw the former king shaking his head she knew he was and lightly knocked the man back on his chair while getting a surprise of her own when he grabbed onto her wrist as he fell down, sending her on top of him.
"But you know what was funny, just when I thought I had lost her, she walks back into my life." Chrom broke into more drunken laughter. "Guess who it was?"
Robin's auburn eyes shook with fear; water was soon seen in them. Ideas started spinning in her head and the hopeless romantic in her started to resurface. Tears fell as she clenched onto his shirt tightly, shaking her head at the idea. "No, you can't be my Krom. Your children, we only had one child and that was Morgan."
"It's Ch-rom, my dear tactician." Chrom showed off a soft smile.
Tactician? No, Robin was a simple librarian, not some crazy war tactician.
Robin watched the man fall into slumber as she rolled him on his side, just to be on the safe side as she stood and watched to make sure he was really asleep. Drying her eyes to stop any tears from coming she quickly rushed into the kitchen and picked up her phone. Stuttering and stumbling at first Robin quickly got a hold of things and scrolled down to a certain name.
After pressing their name lightly on the screen and placed her phone on her ear and waited for each ringtone to pass hoping she would get an answer. A smile could be smile on her warm lips when the rings ended and a voice was heard.
"Hello?"
"Hello Lissa? Emmeryn? I need your help; I think Krom just came back."
His head felt heavy, his body felt like they couldn't move and his eyes still bloodshot even it had been hours since his last drink. Chrom wanted to jump up after seeing he was in an area he didn't recognize but his body was in a mess. It rather lay down than go and more to a much safer place.
All he could do was roll to one side and hold his head. He never drank so much in such a short time simply because he wasn't allowed too, he was a king. His people would want him killed if he acted anything like his father. Mentioning the failures his father did only told him to be a better person. But after today, he wasn't so sure anymore.
"Krom?" A sweet and gentle voice was heard. Chrom peeked over the couch and saw it was no other than Emmeryn. He couldn't believe it had been nearly three months since he last saw her. "I am glad to see you have awoken."
The man rubbed his head, "its Chrom."
"But Miss Plegia told me that you, Krom, have finally returned. Perhaps she was just as drunk as you when she called?" Emm questioned herself.
The young man pulled himself upright, his back leaning on one of the armchairs of the sofa. "No no, I was the only one drinking. Robin has nothing to do with this." Chrom looked around the apartment. "Is this your place Miss-"
"Please, call me Emm."
Her warm smile only made him miss his sister more as he turned his back for more rest. That was the plan until Lissa came into his view and kneeled down to her eyesight.
"It's such a shame you're not my older brother. But I swear Miss Robin said you were." The young blond sighed.
"Just what in Naga's name convinced her that I was her missing husband?"
Lissa sat herself in the spare space on the couch as Chrom wrapped his arms around his legs. "You don't remember? You called Robin your wife."
Chrom's eyes widen as he felt his face heat up. He avoided Lissa's gaze for a moment as he tried to remember the words he said. But nothing was coming back. "I'm terribly sorry but I don't ever remember saying those words." Chrom tried to stand up up but his balance was terrible and decided to give up. "I need to apologize to her, saying something like that is very horrible of me."
Looking at the entrance that led to the bedroom stood the woman herself. Her eyes were red and she stood there silent. Chrom knew she had been crying.
"Robin, please."
The mother raised her hand to stop what Chrom was planning to say next and walked herself back into the bedroom. The three watched before taking in a sigh.
"Is the toll of not able to find your wife cause you to drink so heavily today Chrom?" Emm asked.
Chrom looked around before burying his hands in his palms, "Yes, I do drink but nothing on the scale I just did. I got carried away and before I knew it, I was acting like my father – a fool."
"You have daddy issues too?" Lissa asked. "Our father wasn't that great either." Lissa smiled.
"For a man that looks a lot like our passed brother, who shares the same name and have the same parental issues I'm surprised you are not indeed my brother." Emmeryn sat herself in the spare armchair. "Have you ever considered that you are indeed Krom and not Chrom?"
The former king shook his head. "No, I came here from a far away land in search to find my wife. Dead or alive I need to know what happened to her." Chrom patted his waist. "Falchion!" He stuttered so suddenly out of the blue.
"And you carry the same sword as my ancestors." Emm muttered as she watched Lissa return Chrom's sword back to him. "I now question your motives Chrom Exalt." Emm spoke in the same tone as if she was the queen of her people. "Who are you?! If you are here to hurt Robin or my nephew I will do everything in my power to protect them."
"Please believe me Emm; I will do nothing of the sorts." Chrom suddenly stood up to his two feet. "If I told you the truth you would never believe me."
As much her sister was a peaceful person there were times where when a frown was seen on her face he knew she was upset. She could yell and scream but that wasn't part of her nature…that was normally Lissa's job.
"Then help us understand!" Lissa explained. "Because if you are going to-"
Chrom was having enough; he needed to spill the beans.
"I am Chrom Exalt, king of Ylisse and the leader that lead to the death of Grima many centuries ago. I've come back here to the future after discovering my wife did not return after the war and with my children I've come here to search for her and bring her back home if possible." The young king sat back down on the couch. "Three months have passed and all I can remember from her is that she was a great tactician, a wonderful wife and the mother to my first child, Lucina. She had long pale piggy tails and was a smart woman."
Lissa fell to her knees in shock as Emm stood in the armchair that was lost in her thoughts.
"That's one hell of a story." Lissa blinked in shock. "But I guess that explains why our history books are so empty."
"Empty?" Chrom asked. It had been some time since he heard any new news.
"Yes, you see Chrom; ever since you arrived here, the history of how New Ylisse was found, made and saved have been left empty. Only words such as Great King Chrom and Grima remain but nobody understands what they mean. Our Queen is left a blur and so are your children. In other words, you don't exist."
"The past of my kingdom has been erased?! Me, my family and even my wife?"
Chrom held onto his sword as he began to unwrap the fabric around his weapon. His fingers tracing down its blade as the memories of him fighting with his true sword came back to him, his allies by his side, his future children and his wife. Risen and thugs were removed from the villages they attacked and they were seen as Gods.
"Then what is the point of it all? I just wanted to find my wife but right now there seem too many negatives than the good coming out of this."
"Maybe it's a sign."
Looking back up the entrance was Robin. She looked less distressed than before but her face was emotionless. The three stayed silent.
"Maybe the Gods are giving you a new life, to live a life without the burdens of a King to haunt you."
Robin walked over to Chrom and placed her hands on his shoulders. "Don't you think so?" She gave off a faint smile.
"Perhaps," Chrom looked around to Emm and Lissa. Both gave off a warm smile of their own. Looking back at Robin, "I always wondered what life would be like if I wasn't king."
Emmeryn rose to her feet with her hands still locked together. She gave off a small bow to Chrom and Lissa did the same.
"My King, we won't tell this to the others and shall keep this between us."
"But promise you'll tell us stories about the war and stuff alright?!" Lissa leaned towards Chrom with her hands pressing down on his thighs. "And about your sisters and everyone alright?!"
The king broke into laughter and patted the young blond on her head. "Of course, Lissa,"
"Now if you excuse us, I need to finalize the papers for your children to enter the school tomorrow." Chrom looked at his older sister in confusion. Emm covered her mouth in shock, "That's right; I don't think I've told you, I'm the Principle of Ylisse Academy."
"And by the way, me and my sister cooked some food and helped Robin clean you up while you were asleep, so you can thank us later. It's getting rather late." Lissa bowed in front of her king as well. "Take care, my King."
Chrom held out his hand to the both of them, "While I remain here, I am no longer your king. I'm just a simple man," Chrom looked up to Robin who glanced back down at him. He reached out for her hand and squeezed it tightly. "Nothing more,"
Emmeryn smiled seeing the joy both Chrom and Robin had for each other as she walked over to the single mother. She placed her right hand on her left shoulder and lean into her ear for a whisper.
"Don't ever let him go."
Robin took in a glance at the woman and couldn't help but nod towards her. With silence she mouthed her response that only made Emm happier for the both of them. She didn't need to know Chrom for long to trust him. He was their king that made New Ylisse the place it was today. If there was anyone she trusted her nephew and sister-in-law to be with, it was him.
"Good evening to you both." Emm lifted her dress as she bowed to them both in a polite fashion. "I hope to see you tomorrow Mr. Exalt to confirm the enrollment of your children."
Robin slipped away from Chrom's grasp as she guided her in-laws out of the apartment as Chrom sat and watched from where he was. He gazed back at his weapon as he waited for Robin to return. No matter how many battles it would be used against there was never a scar on it – it stayed clean and pure.
Reaching for the fabric he started to engulf it to cover it from the sights of others and placed it on the coffee table not too far from where he was. Even as it was covered and away from the sight of many he couldn't take his eyes from it. It held his memories from a far away time he knew he could never forget.
"Thank you my friend." He muttered. "But after tonight, I will have to learn to let you go."
He gave it another soft pat before taking his time walking to the window for some fresh air or two. As he pulled the window up he looked down and saw the young mother waiting by the curve of the road with her in-laws, helping them take a ride home. He smiled whenever she would laugh or when he could hear Lissa shout out something silly.
Chrom took in a moment to look at the city ahead and the lights it produce – it was beautiful. He now lived in a world where no thugs, no Risen could hurt him, his friends or his family. He didn't have to portray himself as the perfect king no longer. Though he felt sad that his people would never know the true story of how his kingdom was saved from Grima he couldn't help but have a reason, he just wanted to do something for himself – just this once.
But the idea of finding Lucina's mother drifted upon him. He promised he was going to find her. Maybe if he lied, would that make everything alright? Chrom shook his head and sighed.
"Maybe Robin could help me; perhaps she could act as Lucina's mother?"
He shook his head again, "No, that is plain selfish."
He gazed at the city ahead of him before back down at Robin who he noticed had finally helped Emm and Lissa to find a ride back to their home. He watched as he helped Lissa sit down in the right place and helped Emm shut the door as soon she was in. Taking a step back the young woman smiled and waved and spoke out words to look after themselves. After hearing a response Robin watched her in-laws are driven off safely.
Chrom felt at peace at the kindness Robin was showing to people was wasn't related too and even with Morgan as their only link to still talk to one another and their relationship didn't seem forced. It was like she enjoyed having her in-laws around.
The young woman glanced up to her apartment window and saw her man looking back down at her. He gave off a small wave before withdrawing from the window. A light blush crept across her cheeks as she pushed her hair behind her ear.
She smiled at how Chrom held her hand and the way he looked at her with his wonderful sapphire eyes earlier. Though the guilt of stealing him from the wife he came to originally to find for sunk deep in her but it didn't seem to bother Chrom. She was convinced by the way he looked at her. Robin hopped up the stairs, sometimes skipping a few just to reach to Chrom quicker. As her hand reached the doorknob Robin did a simple twist and pushed the door forward.
Inside was Chrom sleeping peacefully on the couch. His head placed comfortably on the armchair and his legs hanging off the other, one arm on his stomach and another already touching the carpet. The young woman gave off a shy smirk as she walked up to the sleeping man.
"I guess you're still a little hung-over." She teased. Robin gazed at the man's sleeping face. He seemed so much more at peace the last time she saw him sleeping.
For once, he was smiling.
Robin pulled and untied Chrom's boots and placed them down beside the couch and rushed over to the selves to place a light blanket over him. Tucking him in lightly Robin's eyes soon couldn't leave his lips. Feeling excited she gave them a soft peck before withdrawing away before he could notice. Taking a step back the back of her legs knocked into the coffee table, knocking Falchion off.
"Oh," Robin turned and noticed she had indeed knocked Chrom's sword off the table. "My bad."
The young mother kneeled down and gazed at the item for a moment or two. Even if it was wrapped in fabric the woman felt as if she had seen it before, maybe even held it before. A strange aura caused Robin to reach over for the object, dragging it closer with the loose fabric Falchion was wrapped in.
Her fingers couldn't help but unwrap it with the most extreme of care and soon Robin could see the full beauty of the blade. As her fingertips were going to come to contact with the precious metal the 'eye' of the sword started to glow and produce a bright light. The light was bright enough it made Robin to cover her eyes with one hand and her other unconsciously on the sword.
And as soon she took a moment to open her eyes blues skies greeted her before images of two young teenagers staring down on her. She felt she just interrupted their conversation when they suddenly looked down at her. She could hear a voice of a girl, like it just sounded like the type of voice Lissa would have when she was young. Another sounded strong and charming, a voice that sounded so similar.
"I see your awake now."
Those words struck a chord with her. The way the man spoke it to her, the tone, and the emotion. She heard it all before, there was no mistake.
"There are better places to take a nap then on the ground you know."
Just stop. The voice, the happiness in his eyes and the joy in his voice showed that. Why was it so painful to listen to?
"Give me your hand."
Robin wanted to yell. She didn't want to do anything with this stranger. She wanted to go back to her cozy little apartment and to her child. But a strange force came over and she placed her right hand and accepted the help. Her eyes screamed when she saw the strange purple mark on her hand.
She had done this before. She knew it.
And as soon their hands locked into one another the man pulled her up to her feet and only then did she recognize the man she was staring at. It was Chrom. The man she had just taken care of after he had fallen asleep on her couch was now in front of her. But here, he was much younger and had a slightly much more toned body. His hair was cut cleaner to compare to his older self and his outfit, though it looked more designed for medieval war the designs were similar to the one he wore in her time.
Robin couldn't take in the scene and pulled her hand from Chrom's and suddenly she found herself back in her apartment. She was back on the floor with Falchion unwrapped and in front of her. Chrom was still asleep and didn't seem to hear her screams which gave her some peace. Still traumatized from what she saw the woman wrapped the sword roughly and placed it on the coffee table and she stared at it with dread and fear.
"Did what just happen real? Was it some kind of memory or was the sword just playing up?"
Robin's body shook and looked down at Chrom and saw there was enough space for her. Lifting the sheet the scared blond squeezed in closer, causing Chrom to wake up from his slumber for a moment. He didn't understand why Robin was scared so badly but he knew she needed him. He placed his arm around her which gave great comfort to her. Chrom returned back to sleep as soon he felt Robin has stopped shaking.
But she couldn't fall asleep with such ease Chrom did. The scene the Falchion showed her haunted her. Like she was living a memory that was once lost. With her back facing the sword Robin glanced over her shoulder and saw the sword didn't have any light glowing from it. Closing her eyes Robin snuggled closer to her man and gave off a sigh.
"It was just one horrible dream, yeah one very, very horrible dream."
But something in her told her that wasn't the case, and it scared Robin deeply.
A/N: Sorry for the late update, been busy lately. Also sorry for the slow building between the relationship between Robin and Chrom. You see I want to make Chrom stay in the new world as long as possible before I throw the big plot. The next chapter will start to build on Lucina's and Cynthia's life in school and Inigo's attempt to swoon Lucina (can't wait for this honestly). It going to be a cute chapter. Also I'll talk about Chrom and Robin's new and complicated relationship. And I'll also give a few characters a cameo or two, its been some time since I've introduced the others. This will happen in the next chapters.
And let me get something clear, Chrom still doesn't know Robin is the wife he came to look for. He was depressed and drunk when he suddenly blurted those things to her. I really wanted to write a chapter where Chrom is fragile and lost thanks to the stuff that happened in the last chapter. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Hopefully the next chapter will be out next month or earlier.
