Meiwa Says: I feel really awful! It's been over six months since I last updated, and my goal was to at least write a chapter for every month. Really, I wrote this after I read some of your suggestions and your comments, putting together ideas and trying to get inspiration from you all. It started out okay but then I hit a dry spell and I left it unfinished for so long. It was supposed to be a Mother's Day tribute, but I didn't get to finish it in time. Maybe a celebration for Chrom's birthday instead?

Warning: Rushed, unbeta-ed, some inconsistencies...really odd choice of words. Kind of AU from the other one-shots.

Disclaimer: This fanfic is written solely for the purpose of amusement. I don't own anything related to the Fire Emblem franchise.

Her Queen
Meiwa Chinmoku
After Robin's return

Robin had only ever thought about her mother on some occasions.

It had been brief, passing, just when she was escorted around by one of the Shepherds during her first time in the castle. She remembered being extremely amazed at seeing how grand the hallways were, how the ground she stepped on was fine velvet and how the air she breathed smelled of expensive perfumes. Robin willed herself not to touch anything in fear of destroying an important artifact. She was so enthralled by the moldings on the ceiling that she passed by the many portraits without even noting who they were.

Up until they came across a large painting that was slightly covered by deep crimson curtains and golden ropes. She had stopped, looking at the tender smile of the woman who had the prettiest blue eyes and blond hair she'd seen. She remembered tugging on Sumia's sleeve, pointing at the life-sized painting with awe.

"Who is that?"

Sumia bowed her head slightly at the painting. "She was the Queen of Ylisse - Lady Lucina."

"Lucina, huh?"

"Yes," she said. "I don't remember her that well from when I was a child since she died when we were all quite young, but she was sweet and kind. Lady Lucina was the perfect mother to Chrom, Lissa and Lady Emmeryn. She was very loving."

It made Robin wonder if her mother was loving, too.

With the war fresh in her mind and the many losses on the battlefield as well, she rarely had time to think about her past. Perhaps in the dead of the night as she lay awake in her cot, her mind would drift off to her life as a child. Surely, she thought, it would have been a happy memory - one filled with laughter as her father taught her how to wield a sword, and her mother teaching her the art of sorcery and tactics. She thought of the days she lived in a small cottage between Ylisse and Plegia, growing up knowing both native tongues. It seemed so much easier conjuring up an image of a happy family, one that perhaps she regretted to leave.

But Validar came into view and it ruined her dream. No longer was there laughter - only the cold, commanding voice of the man she called her father. She wasn't taught anything useful, so she eventually learned sorcery, tactics and swordplay by herself. Robin was a Plegian - a noble living under the house of a cruel, wicked man who would probably sell his soul to Grima if given the chance. She probably never regretted leaving Validar's home.

That, however, didn't mean that she didn't regret leaving her mother.

But then again...how would she know?

After the whole fiasco with Grima and returning back to Ylisse, she had no time to think about her past. In between catching up with Chrom and Lucina and getting pregnant once again, all she had time to think of was the present. She was so consumed with the emotions of returning that she was no longer plagued by the stories and ghouls of her past. She and Chrom built back Ylisse, strengthening its forces and bringing peace all over the land. Being the sole heir of the Plegian throne, she had to formally hand over her position to Tharja and Henry, who were both surprisingly good with politics.

Robin only ever thought of her mother a handful of times - until she gave birth for the second time.

Little blue-haired pale-skinned Morgan had just entered the world, crying loudly. He was just as they expected him to be - smaller in frame but with a larger forehead. He had ten fingers and ten toes and he looked exactly like his older self. Her heart swelled upon holding her first son and she laughed joyously upon seeing the brand on his belly. She loved him as though she had known him forever.

However little did she know that it did not end there, because to everyone's surprise, right after Morgan was settled and cleaned, Robin had more contractions.

It was a mess as they scrambled to help the queen give birth once again. No one knew that she was having twins and by the look of the mid-wife's face she did not see it coming. Lucina was ushered out the room as her mother screamed and pushed with Chrom looking after her. They knew a future son Morgan existed, yet there was no word that he had a twin. A part of Chrom felt anxious, but as he held Morgan in his arms and knowing that a new addition to their family was just moments way from being born, the other part of him was elated.

A few minutes after Morgan was born, his twin was as well.

Robin reached her arms out, tired and exhausted from the many hours of labor. No one in the kingdom expected it at that time, yet it was received warmly by all especially Lucina and future Morgan.

It was a girl, they told her, a girl with the brand of Naga lying firmly over her chest. Robin gave a teary laugh, eager to hold her newborn in her arms once again. After the mid-wife cleaned her, she handed the bundle over to the expectant mother. Robin hoped for her daughter to inherit her bright blond hair and Chrom's beautiful blue eyes.

When she drew the blanket apart to see her face, she and Chrom were astounded.

Their daughter had beautiful deep red locks peeking out from her head. Her skin was fair and smooth, a contrast to the tanned skin she and her husband shared. As her unfocused eyes slowly pried open, they revealed to them the deepest gray eyes they'd ever seen.

"Has anyone ever had red hair in the royal lineage?" she asked her equally surprised husband.

He thought for a moment, rocking Morgan before saying, "There have been a few redheads, but it hasn't been passed down for generations. For so long, blue hair has always been a dominant trait. I'd never seen eyes like hers before."

Robin pulled the cloth apart again, smiling and cooing at her otherwise silent daughter. "She and Morgan must just be fraternal twins. But I don't understand, then. How could our daughter have red hair and gray eyes?"

"Maybe it's your lineage."

"Validar doesn't exactly have bright red hair, Chrom."

"I meant your matriarchal lineage."

She paused. There was a possibility, but she'd never thought about it.

She had been rocking her little daughter and son in the nursery when memories made its way towards her mind.

They were small snippets, but they were plenty and they washed over her like a bucket of ice cold water. She was in the countryside, laughing and running while taking in the wind that brushed her warm cheeks. Behind her was a woman who had the prettiest voice she had ever heard, but the one distinct feature she remembered was her stormy gray eyes.

In other fragments she was sitting in this woman's lap, burying her nose into her neck while she sang her songs of bright skies and unbridled hopes. When the wind picked up, her red hair would fly under her nose and Robin remembered her smelling of summer and flowers. They were both at peace and her heart felt full as she embraced the mysterious redheaded woman.

She knew who she was the instant she heard her sing.

And if her memories served her correct, she knew where to go to meet her.

Robin was rarely wrong, being so in-tuned with facts and possibilities that she would never consider a plan unless it was certain. But to be completely honest, she just wished she was wrong this one time.

Robin remembered living in a tiny town by Southtown, one that was often overlooked that it wasn't even on the map. Her mother had been Plegia's tactician, working directly under Validar's command. After finding out their plan to resurrect the dragon, she fled in the dead of the night carrying her newly-born daughter and lived under different names of different identities until she settled in this place.

They lived together in peace for eighteen years until Validar found their home and burned it down. Robin managed to escape, but her mother was not lucky. Instead, the eighteen-year-old wandered around towns, constantly attacked by Grimleal with only a sword and a tome to protect herself.

That was how she ended up once again in her childhood home, a town that was now reduced to rubble and ruins. No one bothered cleaning up the mess, but the villagers from Southtown were kind enough to bury their bodies. It was a tragedy, one that had happened because of a man's selfishness for power. Though it was small and had a tinier population, people's dreams and hopes and lives were burned to the ashes and Robin could hardly hold back the tirade of emotions from her eyes.

Her feet led her to the corner of a town near a destroyed building. Beside it was a simple wooden marker with a sign that was aged and almost rotting. She could barely make out the letters, but the name resonated in her heart before it even reached her eyes.

Athena.

"Hello...mother," Robin whispered as she knelt down and lowered the beautiful pink gladiolus flowers. She wrapped her coat tighter around her frame, shivering at the passing wind. "I...I haven't been here in so long, I don't really know what to think."

"It's strange, you know. How the mind and the heart work together. My memories of you led me here, and answered all my questions. I knew what to expect...but a part of me really hoped that I was wrong - that you...that you were still alive even after all these years. I'm married now, to a king of all people." She laughed. "I remember how you used to call me your princess, and how I'd really hate it because I thought princesses were all stuck-up and annoying. He's a wonderful man, though, and I have two princesses and a son of my own. We're very happy and blessed, especially after everything that's happened.

"My youngest daughter...her name is Morgiana. She's beautiful, she reminds me of you sometimes. Chrom, my husband, often asks why I chose that name instead of naming her Athena, the goddess of wisdom, but I felt it was more suited. Morgiana of the legend was like you - wise, crafty and cunning. I've always wanted to be like you, mother, I've striven to be as amazing as you were. But now...I pass that dream to her, to my daughter, in the hopes she'll be a great woman like you."

She took a deep breath. "Morgiana...also means great queen. Though she will not be queen as that will be given to Lucina, I know that she will be destined for greatness. I was your princess, as you were my queen."

"Thank you...mother...for everything. I hope that...I have somehow made you proud."

Robin closed her eyes as a breeze once again flew past her, smelling of warm summer days and flowers. She could've sworn she heard the wind sing, warming her entire being from her head to her toes.

"I love you, mother."

Meiwa Says: So I really wish I could reply to all your lovely reviews but I unfortunately have absolutely no time with college in the way. So anyways, it took me quite a while to decide on what to name Robin's mother and Morgan's twin, but I chose Athena for obvious reasons I suppose. Morgiana was a harder name to come up with since I wanted it to be close to Morgan but not too close like Morgana. Morgiana is Arabian and is a character from 1001 Nights. She was a clever slave and had a quick wit, very much like Robin I suppose. I wanted Robin's second daughter to be more like her mother, but not so much that she would be pressured to be like Athena.

I don't know how birthing or genetics work, and I know that Morgiana of the future must be missing. It may be another plot for future stories. I actually have taken some of your ideas and have started writing them, but I'm debating on which ones I'll post.

I wanted to dedicate this to all the amazing mothers out there, (even if I am a month late)!