Robin awoke early as today was the days of one of his breakfast appointments. Despite his usual drowsiness, he was unusually happy, and he could not quite explain why. He thought that things went well with Caeda yesterday, but that hardly seemed to warrant such jubilation on his part, and yet, he could not help but smile whenever he thought on her own radiant smile. It was strange. He did not know how or why, but it was certainly odd that she could affect him so easily already.

She was beautiful, it was true, but so was Cordelia-one might argue that she was more so, and even she did not move him in quite the same way. It felt like there was something just outside of his grasp that he just could not quite reach.

Before he could ponder the issue further, he was greeted by Chrom in a corridor.

"Chrom, what are you doing here? Did Sumia kick you out?"

"No," he laughed, "But she thought that we should talk some, and I agreed. We haven't talked much since the end of the war and we got back to Ylisstol."

"I know," Robin sighed, "But I've just been so busy."

"I know how that feels, but," the prince looked uncharacteristically sly, "I hear you actually took some time off yesterday."

Robin did his best to keep from freezing in his tracks, "Do you have people tell you whenever I take time off?"

"No," he laughed again, "But I needed a status update on the army and all I got was word that you were off duty."

"Sorry, I thought I had accounted for everything."

"It's no problem," Chrom waved it off, "Just some last minute preparation for today's meeting with the council, but I'm still curious. What could cause the great tactician to actually take some time off."

"I went to see an…acquaintance," Robin replied curtly. He doubted if he could classify her as a friend yet, but he was working on it.

"An 'acquaintance,' huh? Would this 'acquaintance' happen to be female?"

"…yes. Don't give me that look."

"What look?" Chrom asked knowing full and well what look.

"The smug grin."

"Alright, alright," he raised his hands defensively, "So does this 'acquaintance' have a name?"

"She prefers a certain degree of anonymity."

"Oh, secretive. I shouldn't be concerned, should I? Perhaps I can talk Frederick into chaperoning."

"Please don't. I assure you, we just chatted."

"If you say so."

Breakfast was surprisingly painless as Chrom actually behaved himself after Robin made him promise not to tell. Still, it brought up a need for greater secrecy. He did not want his friends to think he had anything to hide, but Caeda made it clear that she did not want them to know just yet, and he would respect her wishes.

Sooner or later though, one of his friends were going to get curious, and some of them would probably follow him to find out what he was up to. He was in an unpleasant spot, but he found himself willing to put up with it.

Why could his life not be simple?

The next few days went on as usual until it was time for his lunch appointment with Cordelia. It was a fine dinner with good conversation, but every time she smiled or laughed it just did not seem…quite right. She was the same as she always was, but he was not. Like usual, he was unable to determine exactly why.

"Um," Cordelia inspected her empty cup before a burst of determination made her look him in the eyes, "So the annual harvest festival is coming up."

"Harvest festival?"

"Yes, we have one every year to celebrate the harvest. It's a pretty big event, and I was wondering if you would like to accompany me."

"Sure," he smiled, "I could use the distraction."

"T-that's great!" she seemed quite happy that he agreed, "It's not for a few weeks though."

"Alright, we'll work out the details as it gets closer," Robin took note of the time and sighed, "Guess I'd better get back. Same time next week?"

"Of course," She smiled as they parted ways. Robin noticed that she was exceptionally awkward when she asked him and just as relieved that he said yes. Did she really think that he would say no? She was one of his closest friends after all.

Though he had to admit that he felt a certain trepidation about the event, but not as much as he might have expected. He was starting to wonder if he really did care about her like that.

It did not help that anytime he started to get romantic with her, he felt like he was stabbing someone in the back. He kept telling himself that the mystery woman was probably dead, and that he should move on; that Cordelia was a fine woman, but it did not make him feel any better about it.

He seemed full of unexplained feelings actually. Well, maybe not full, but it seemed that his heart knew more than his mind did, if that made any sense. He just wished that his heart would be kind enough to share.

A/N: I had an issue with determining just how much Robin would subconsciously remember. It made sense that he would not recognize her while disguised. Outside of the obvious, he did not learn of her disguise until shortly before he lost his memories so they were not as cemented-or as important-as some of the others.

That still left me with finding a balance. Hopefully it works well enough.

Also, you may have noticed that I tend to focus on Robin and Lucina, so how were the interactions with the others? Does Chrom feel like Chrom? Is Cordelia acting how she should?

Oh, and a nod to Artyom-Dreizehn for pointing out the broken heart and mind difference which I adapted for that last bit.