Robin paced back and forth in his room. He was struggling with perhaps the hardest part of Lucina's plan. It was something that had bothered him before, and now it had resurfaced. A task that he was not sure if he was up to, but he could no longer avoid it any longer.

Picking a surname.

He had never come up with one prior when presented with the issue, but it had never been that big of a deal so his lack of an answer was not a pressing matter. However, one would be required if he were to become the head of his own noble house – no matter how short lived it might be. He did not remember if his mother had one which ruled that option out, and he had no desire to use anything from his father. Besides, something both Plegian and Grimleal probably would not go over well for the newest Ylissean noble house. Especially if he were to marry into the royal family.

The very thought almost made Robin blush on its own, but there was little point in skirting the issue. They were working toward that endgame. Robin at least liked to think that she would be happier with him than someone she does not know even if they were rushing into things. The bottom line was, they did not have the time to court normally. Pressure was already mounting on Lucina to take a husband, and it was pretty clear she intended for him to be it.

Therefore, the pressure was on him to hurry up and pick a surname. It was not even really that big of a deal since if he was going to marry into the royal family, his name would soon be a moot point, but that did not stop him from worrying about it.

"Still having trouble with the name?" Lucina walked into the library where Robin sat before a semi-circle of books. She was well aware of his woes and had tried to help him whenever she had the time. She could sort of understand his dilemma as she valued her own name as a tie to her family, but it did not seem the same if there was no sentimentality. However, it was also part of Robin developing his own identity free from his father, and Lucina knew that meant a great deal to him.

"Yes," Robin held his head in his hands as he blankly stared at the open book in front of him, "I've been searching history texts among other things for ideas, but I've got nothing."

Lucina idly picked up one of the books making up his wall and glanced at the spine. It was a record of important ministers and their contributions to law over the past two hundred years. Not exactly light reading.

"Perhaps you need a break," Lucina offered as she returned the book to the structure.

"I'd love to, but I really need to figure this out," Robin rubbed his eyes and prepared to get back to work when Lucina grabbed the book he had in front of him.

"It can wait a day," Lucina scolded, "You really must learn not to overwork yourself. I appreciate the effort, but it does me no good to see you banging your head against a wall."

Robin stared at her in shock, "Did you…just use a figure of speech?"

Lucina blushed lightly, "Is that so unbelievable?"

"Just surprising is all. In a good way," Robin quickly replied, "But, yes, I suppose a break would be okay. Did you have anything in mind?"

"Let's go on a walk, shall we?"

Lucina led the way toward the flower garden whether consciously or not as she went there often. The gardens had become something of Sumia's pet project, and as such, Lucina had determined to make sure that they became something worthy of fame and renown. Given how tight of a ship she ran and how relatively unluxurious of a life she led for an Exalt, she was allowed to splurge a little on this memorial.

"I wish I had more time to tend to these myself," Lucina mentioned wistfully, "But I'd like to think mother would still be proud."

"She would be," Robin reassured. To his knowledge, Lucina was not much of a gardener herself, but the care was genuine. To be fair, Sumia was not as gifted in the garden as she had been with animals, but she had the patience to work wonders. Wonders that would flourish thanks to her daughter.

However, flowers were not the main focus of Robin's thoughts. No, he was concerned with something else. Something which had been bothering him as of late.

"Lucina," He started as she was admiring some form of Ylissean rose that was native to the eastern mountains, "I think we've been avoiding something."

"Oh?" She gave him her full attention.

"We've been beating around the bush. Lucina, we're planning about marriage here, and it's all so…fast."

"I know," Lucina sighed, "Ideally, we would have more time to work this out, but I unfortunately do not have that luxury." She looked at him with sincere and sad eyes, "If it is too sudden for you, then I understand."

"It's a little jarring, but I'll take my chances. I've never felt this way before, and I'm willing to take a chance if I have to, but I think we should at least admit what we're doing here. I love you, Lucina, and I want to spend my life with you."

Lucina smiled in relief, "That is good to hear. I do love you too, Robin, and I want to spend my days with you more than anything. And for what it's worth, I believe that you will makea good king."

"Well, consort," Robin corrected.

Lucina leaned into him and entwined her arm with his, "You will always be a king to me."