This chapter occured after Blazing Blade trio arrival
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After relentlessly in protective mode since his summoning, Lord Hector settles down after his multiple attempts to keep Roy from Lilina fails. His efforts are doomed because how dare you wish to separate spouses just because paranoia.
Hector's best friend, Eliwood, suggests something that caught my attention. He suggested to consult with the expert in this, er... problem.
As an Askrian (Well, Sharena considers me as such), it's my duty to help every heroes feel comfortable here. Even if it means to sneak and eavesdropping sensitive subject.
I determined to hear this "expert" advice.
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"Hm, I understand this very well Lord Hector, but fear not. You'll get used to it in the end." Says Chrom. The Exalt of Ylisse who is now sitting on one of benches in the mess hall along with two other hero who just experienced this bizarre predicament.
Accompanying him is heir of house Chalphy, Sigurd and of course, Marquess of Ostia himself, Hector. The latter came to Chrom to consult about the future childrens while the former joined because sharing same predicament.
Sigurd is composed as always, but one look on his eyes tells lifetime of guilt. Leaving your son to burden your duty are not what every parents hoped for their children. The fact that Seliph and Julia succeds in banishing Loptyr is enough drown Sigurd's worries.
Hector keeps tapping his foot. How could he not? The peace that he and his comrades strive to achieve came to ruin. Forcing his daughter and Eliwood's son to fight this Idunn and Zephiel. Adding that, he died and before him was... gods, Lilina has no parents anymore in her time and she carries the burden of Ostia as the Marquess. Ok, that's actually a great accomplishment if you ask me. She actually matured earlier than Hector. Yet, despite saddened by his daughter's fate, I know something has bothered him no end since he arrived here...
"That boy..." Hector murmurs, his companion glanced at him. "How dare he lay his hands on my daughter! She is off-limits even from Eliwood's son!" his companions laughs, Hector is glaring hard at them right now.
"What's so funny?!"
"You know, when Robin—the male one got close to my daughter, I think of the same thoughts as you. He is so close to Lucina that I almost wanted to punch him." Chrom says then continues, "I thought at that time was: by Naga, how am I going to be grandfather? Sumia keeps telling me to think positive and I did,"
"She said, 'Maybe Robin just giving her an advice,' so I settle down and watch as Sumia's words became reality, and that's how I avoided the fate of becoming a grandfather."
Hector sighed. "I guess you're right. I'm being too hard to the boy. Since my future self already give it a go, I suppose I should too, but if he make my Lilina sad I'm coming for him." Hector folds his arms.
Sigurd, who has been quiet then speaks, "One day, we are going to be grandfathers. We have to admit, our children has reached adulthood and it's up to them to decide their paths. Exalt Chrom, Lord Hector, it seems we need to step up our game."
"What are you talking about?" Hector inquired.
"Our children suffers from the burden we passed. In their own time, they struggled to continue what we left. My son and Hector's daughter triumphed while Chrom's daughter has to trick the fate to so. Our time with them are limited, we aren't there to witness their grownth. We are their reminders that gave them reason to fight. The offsprings... of the deceased who proudly fought in the memories of those who passed away. Thanks to the Summoner, we are given a chance to be with them again."
Sigurd shifts his glance to where I sit, which is literally behind where they sits. "You've been listening the whole time, aren't you?"
I let out a chuckle and turn to face them. Then instinctively, me and the fathers shares heartily laugh and drinks for the rest of the night.
They'll make their children proud.