"Is this right?" Morgan looked up at Robin with big brown eyes. He made a show of thinking before replying, but she had got it exactly right. Not bad for his little junior tactician. In fact, she was doing quite well actually.

"It's exactly right," Robin broke the façade and smiled down at her. That seemed to just make her day as she pumped her fist in jubilation. While he had been initially opposed to her training in the ways of tactics, he had eventually relented to her pleas with some urging from Lucina. So long as she did not neglect her royal studies, he had been arming her with skills he hoped that she never had to use. At least not in combat.

"You've really been coming along in your tactical studies. I think it might be about time to bring out the intermediate tomes," Robin mused while trying to disguise his pride in his bright daughter.

"Really!" The young teen practically burst with excitement.

"I think so," Robin nodded.

Morgan's response was cut off, "Morgan!" Her mother walked in stern-faced, "There you are. I was worried sick when I was told you had disappeared from class."

"What?" Robin looked accusingly at his eldest, "Morgan, you told me you had finished your classes." It was believable that she could finish early given how bright she was, and Robin had wanted to believe that she was not up to no good. She had always had a mischievous side, but she had never blatantly disobeyed either of them so he had not even considered that she could have been lying.

"I don't care about law lessons though!" Morgan pled passionately, "They're so boring! This is so much more interesting."

"That may be, Morgan," Lucina rebutted with Robin slowly edging his way out from between mother and daughter, "But it is important that the future Exalt have a firm grasp of these things."

"Well, what if I don't want to be Exalt?"

"Morgan," Lucina responded gravely, "This is not a matter of want. This is your duty to your people."

"What if I can help them some other way? As a tactician."

"Your father's training is supplementary, Morgan. You know that. It will undoubtedly benefit you, but the world is not in need of another tactician, but it could use another good leader."

"And what if I don't want to be that leader?" Morgan's voice was rising much to the shock of her parents, "What if I'm not Exalt material? Anyone ever think of that?"

"Morgan…" Her mother spoke softly, but it fell on deaf ears as Morgan darted from Robin's study.

"What just happened," Lucina turned to her husband, "She's never acted that way before."

"No," Robin looked after the door she had just slammed, "But I have an idea as to why."

"Then can you talk with her?" Lucina asked entirely unsure of how to deal with the situation.

"I could, but I think it would be better if you did."

"I'm not so certain. She seemed particularly angry with me."

"I know, but I still think it would work better if you went to talk with her."

Lucina hesitated, but eventually relented, "If you think it best."

Lucina checked Morgan's usual haunts to no avail. She eventually had to think outside the box and found her in Sumia's memorial garden. She was sitting on the fountain lazily swiping her hand through the water. She said nothing as Lucina came and sat next to her. They stayed like that for several minutes until Morgan finally spoke.

"Do you remember when I was younger, and I walked behind you trying to match your every move?" She finally looked at her mother who bore a slight smile from the memory.

"Of course," Lucina loved those memories. They were among her fondest, and it made her heart swell that her daughter had thought so highly of her.

"I wanted to be just like you. You were - are – so kind, smart, and pretty. I wanted to be that when I grew up, but…" Morgan shuffled a little, "As I've gotten older, I realize more and more that I just can't measure up to you. You're so good at being Exalt. You're a natural born princess. Me though? I freeze up during public speaking, I can never seem to not speak my mind even when it might be better if I did, and I can never seem to remember which fork I use for salads and which one I use for the entrée!"

"Morgan, being a good leader is not something you are simply born into."

"You seem to have been. You lacked a lot of formal training, but you're a wonderful Exalt."

"I have been told I have a natural grace, but I still put in many hours to become fit to become Exalt. I studied for hours on in so that I would know the things necessary to rule. Perhaps you were not born with charisma, but being a leader is about more than rousing speeches. All the speeches in the world would do little good if there was not action to back up those words. You may not be charismatic, but you are smart. That is incredibly important as well.

"And as for your demeanor, well, your father has stopped me from voicing my opinions of some nobles and diplomats on more than one occasion. Learning when and when not to speak is simply something we must work at like any other skill such as knowing when to mobilize the cavalry and when not to."

Morgan's lips flashed into a slight smile, "What about the forks?"

Lucina smiled back, "You're on your own for that one."

"I'm sorry I yelled," Morgan rubbed her arm sheepishly.

"Don't give it another thought," She embraced her daughter lovingly, "I just know that you will be a wonderful Exalt in your own right."

Morgan hugged her back tightly, "Ah, thanks, Mom."

A/N: Next chapter will be the official ending. However! I have a bonus ending planned for after that.