After Lissa is nearly killed by a Risen, Chrom finds himself mired in troubling thoughts. With insomnia keeping him awake, he wanders through his quiet camp. He happens upon the tent of the mysterious tactician, Robin. After his last awkward encounter with her, he feels compelled to speak with her once more.

The city is a tempestuous mistress. One day, she embraces you with a kiss on your soul; the next, she carves a void in your heart and tears the stars from your eyes. Moving to the valley is the logical choice – the right choice – but sometimes, leaving is harder than it seems.

Five years of rebuilding Plegia have come and gone, but as the Queen looks to the future, the past comes knocking with a proposition on its lips. [One Shot]

We all have dreams. Some we trade in for uniforms, others we stow away in chests. What happens when the lock falls off that chest? [This short, little one-shot is based on a conversation you have with Sebastian after you're married, so possible spoilers.] (First shot at writing fanfiction, omg!)