Lucina may never admit it herself, but she had somewhat of a regal stride when she walked about the castle. The kind of walk where a random passerby who did not know who she was could likely deduce that she was of royal blood. It really was amazing when considering not only the wasteland of a world she grew up in, but also the sheer clumsiness of her mother and sister in addition to her father's general lack of grace.

Regardless, she had a certain regality in her steps. It was not quite the same as Chrom's commanding presence. Part of that was certainly there, but it came with a degree of eloquence which may have seemed somewhat surprising given her straight to the point nature.

However, Lucina was not the focus of attention that day as she strode out from her office. No, that honor went to the young princess following closely behind her taking great care to recreate her movements as best she could. In short, it was adorable.

Little Morgan paid no heed to the onlookers and instead focused herself with emulating her mother. A task easier said than done, but what Morgan lacked in eloquence, she made up for with spunk. She had quickly become a favorite around the castle as she injected even more energy into the daily lives of those she came into contact with.

That went a hundred-fold for her actual parents. They loved their children dearly. Yes, plural. They had also had twins – one boy and one girl - since Morgan had been born. One named after Lucina's late aunt, Lissa, and the other after Chrom.

"Mommy!" Both of the twins yelled in unison as she entered the royal quarters where Robin had been playing with the two.

"I've been being a princess!" Morgan proudly told Robin.

"You have?" She nodded profusely in response.

"She followed me all morning," Lucina answered with one child clamoring for her attention on each side, "She helped me by bringing me quills, ink, and paper. She was a good little Exalt in training."

"I was super helpful!" Morgan cheered very proud of herself.

"I'm sure you were," Robin ruffled her hair, "You are a very helpful little princess."

"Yay!" Morgan's smile almost seemed to grow larger if that was even possible, "I'm gonna be the bestest Exalt ever."

"I hope the twins were not too much trouble."

"Nah, we just did a little…redecorating in the sitting room while playing."

"I can see that," Lucina looked around the mess of a room.

"We were being heroes!" Chrom cheered.

"I was a better hero!" Lissa boasted.

"Nuh-uh! I was!"

"No, I was!"

"Okay," Lucina stepped in, "Let's just say you were both great heroes."

"Can we stay?" Morgan tugged at Lucina's shirt, "Please?"

"I don't see why not. I am done for the day so I think I'll join you."

"We can fight against daddy's forces!" Morgan yelled running to her room to grab her toy sword, "We'll show them what princesses can do!"

"Hey!" Lissa stomped indignantly unintentionally resembling her namesake for a moment, "I'm a princess too."

"But you're already with daddy," Morgan explained as if using perfect logic, "Besides, it'd be unfair to have even more help on our side."

So began an evening of laughter, screaming, and conquering of enemies and monsters which the royal family reveled in. From defending cushion forts to slaying dragons – children unaware that their parents had actually fought a dragon, and they had a blast.

It was moments like these where Robin and Lucina felt their happiest. Their family around them, enjoying each other's presence. They could forget about everything and just be a family with no strings attached.

Lucina had wondered once how she would ever move on after her family's death, but she had built a life that she believed would make them proud. She never forgot them, but she had also managed to live beyond them if that made any sense.

Robin had likewise made his peace. He had done so many years ago, but the last vestiges of guilt melted away when he looked into his children's faces. He felt on top of the world, and he knew that Chrom and the others would be happy for them. Seeing them assured him that it was not wrong of him to have lived.

In the midst of one of their darkest times, they had found each other and helped each other through. Now, they looked forward to the bright times ahead.