Robin laid awake, his head using Chrom's shoulder as a pillow. He listened to the sounds of his husband's soft breathing and the nightly insects. It was no use. He couldn't sleep. Try as he might, he couldn't stop thinking about that Plegia hierophant. Why did they possess the same face?

Perhaps the night air would help.

Quietly, he slipped from Chrom's warmth, out of their bedroll. He grabbed his boots and exited the tent.

He pulled his boots on before mindlessly meandering off. He wouldn't go too far. He just needed to clear his head.

A chilly breeze blew by and Robin could have sworn he heard someone calling his name. He glanced around. Aside from the sentries who were too far away, there was no one.

He heard it again. "Who's there?" He suddenly felt very cold and he cursed himself for not taking his coat with him. He rubbed his exposed arms. "Who ever you are, you're not funny."

A shooting pain shot through his head. He cried out softly more from shock then pain.

"Heed my call, Robin."

That time he heard it clear as day and the pain intensified causing him to stager clutching his throbbing skull. "Who are you?" He gritted his teeth. "Show yourself."

A blurry form manifested before him. It took a moment for recognition to sink in. "V-Validar?"

"Why do you close your heart to him, Robin? Have you truly forgotten?"

"You were calling me!" The pain pulsed. "Get out of my mind!"

"Such arrogance! You dare take such a tone with your own father?!"

"My…no, get out." Robin wouldn't listen. He had to focus.

"You are my flesh, but of sacred blood. You are to serve a glorious purpose! Search deep in your heart. You already know it is your destiny."

"No."

"Why do you resist us, Robin? Your rightful place is at my side."

"No!" His head pounded.

"Not wasting your time with these doomed servants of Naga!"

"Stop it."

"Give yourself to Grima! Let me join your strength to the fell dragon!"

"Shut up!" The pain was unbearable. He felt his knees weakened.

"Robin?" A familiar voice, a soothing voice, broke in.

"Chrom?" He called out sounding pitiful.

The image of Validar scowled. "Not this one again. No matter. In time you will see the truth and that is all it will be-a matter of time."

"Robin!" Footsteps ran and a pair of strong arms caught the tactician before his legs gave out.

He tilted his head up to see the concerned face of his husband. "Chrom?"

"I'm here, love. I woke up and you were gone and then I heard you shouting."

Feebly, Robin pointed in the general direction of Validar.

Chrom looked. "There's no one there."

Indeed, the blurry form of Validar was gone.

"Are you all right?"

Aside from hearing and seeing things?

"I think so, yes. Thank you." Robin forced himself to stand on his own. "I'm, I'm fine."

"'Fine' is a poor choice of words!" The prince glanced around spotting a downed tree. "Here, sit down." He guided the tactician over to the tree and helped him sit. He noticed Robin start to shake uncontrollably. "Stay right here. I'll be right back."

Robin didn't reply hugging himself. What had happened? Had Validar been there or had it really all been in his head? And how had the Plegia king even done that? He felt sick. What was he going to tell Chrom?

Something draped around Robin bringing him form his thoughts. It was his coat.

"Are you sure you're all right?" Chrom asked peering down at him.

"I don't know."

The prince sat beside his husband wrapping a comforting arm around his shoulders pulling him close. He kissed his white hair burying his face in it. He waited for Robin to stop shaking before asking in a soft voice. "What happened?" He'd never seen Robin act this way and it'd scared him.

The tactician shook his head.

"Robin, please." Chrom took his hand in his. "Tell me."

He took a slow breath before answering. "King Validar, he, I heard him, in my mind. He said I was." He licked his lips. "Was his son." The grip on his hand tightened. "I don't know if it's true, but I also don't know it's a lie." He sighed. "Loath as I am to say it, I felt a, a strange connection, between us."

"Oh, gods, that hierophant doppelganger. Could he be the king's son, as well? Are you twins?"

Despite himself Robin chuckled. "Even if we were, who would give their twins the same name? If Tiamo had given birth to two daughters would you really have named them both Lucina?"

"It'd be easy to remember." Chrom said. He'd do anything to make his husband smile.

He'd succeeded for a moment, but the smile quickly vanished as a thought came to Robin. "Perhaps, my name isn't Robin. If we are twins, maybe I was remembering his name."

Chrom mulled this over. "No, you're not related to either of them. If you were, they would have been happy to see you after two years. It has to be some kind of trick."

"But for what purpose?"

"I don't know, but whatever happens." He brought their foreheads together. "I'm here. Lucina, Lissa, the rest of the Shepherds, we're your family. I'm your family." They kissed. "You are yourself, before you are any man's son. Remember that."

"Thank you, Chrom." The smile was small, but it had returned.

"We should try and get some sleep." The prince stood up. "Can you walk?"

"Yes, yes I think so." Robin allowed Chrom to pull him to his feet but was caught off guard when he continued until they were pressed chest to chest.

"None of this changes how I feel about you. I love you and I always will, even if you were some hideous dragon, you'd still be my greatest treasure."

Robin groaned. "How can you say such cheesy things with a straight face?" He buried his face in Chrom's broad shoulder.

"So, you wouldn't love me if I was really a hideous dragon?"

"I would, but I'd love you more if you were a taguel."

"What?!" Chrom leaned far enough away to see his husband's cheeky grin.

"I think you'd make an adorable bunny, like Panne. She looks so soft and fluffy."

"Robin, she doesn't wear pants."

"So? I could go for you walking around pant less."

Chrom's expression was a mixture of horror and embarrassment which caused Robin to laugh.

"On second thought, I'll just take the ears and tail. The ruler of Ylisse should probably have pants."

"The ruler of Ylisse should definitely have pants."

Robin went to kiss his husband's jaw only to get his lips trapped in a full kiss. Not that he was complaining.

"Milord."

They pulled apart to see Frederick running towards them.

"How does he run in full armor?" Robin whispered.

"Miriel's been trying to figure that out for years. Some think it's fused to his skin."

"Poor Lissa."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"We are under attack!" The great knight said once he was to them. "Risen have encircled the camp!"

"We posted sentries! How did this happen?" The fun and games were over.

"They made a stealthy approach, milord. I've never seen Risen behave like this. Either they are learning our ways or someone is commanding them."

Both were equally terrifying theories.

"Validar!" Chrom snapped. "This is his doing, I'm sure of it."

"Now's not the time." Robin reminded him.

"You're right." He turned to Frederick. "Equip anyone who can bear arms and tell them we fight for our lives."

"At once." Frederick hurried off to fulfill his charge.

Chrom turned back to his husband. "Robin, you should stay in our tent."

"No."

"You still look a little pale. You're in no condition to fight."

"I can." He shoved his arms into his coat sleeves. "We need everyone for this. I'm fighting."

Just once Chrom would like to win an argument with his lover. "Fine, but stay by me."

"I make no promises."