The fact that she finally called him by his name was… an improvement, despite how little it seemed. Robin looked like she had done it purely on impulse, as reference to how she would call Lissa by her name and sometimes, Emmeryn as well.

However, after that, giving her a few seconds, Robin finally realized it and immediately thought of it as a grievous mistake. Her smile dropped, face growing painfully red and she quickly stuttered, mumbling 'milord' numerous times, as if to make up for calling Chrom by his name.

"Um yes milord! That would b-be nice of course. Milord." The moment she had even finished that one sentence, she was breathing hard in a panic. Chrom had to stop himself from laughing, lest he scare the poor girl even more. "You know it's perfectly alright to call me by my name right? I did tell you this yesterday." He said, and despite his best efforts, a soft chuckle escaped him. Robin nodded, not even looking into his eyes.

"Looking up at me is alright too." He added. Reluctantly, Robin looked up at him and stifled a smile, something Chrom did not miss. Well, so far so good. She somehow had a hard time focusing on him seeing as she tended to look away or look down most of the time. A good self encouragement must be running through her head as she keeps springing back up to look at him and soon enough, she found it less difficult. The next step now is to make her feel more comfortable talking with him. However, with how ridiculously shy she was with him right now, Chrom wasn't expecting her to say anything or initiate a conversation. Normally, with the usual Robin back in his world, silence was never awkward but right now, he was sure she was starting to grow tense again. Since he called her out with the excuse of wanting to talk to her, he figured it was best he start talking or else he was sure she'd come up with an excuse to get away from him soon.

"So!" he started suddenly, slightly surprising the woman beside him. "You… have been really busy these days haven't you? I always see you running around doing one thing or another" he asked, and earned a confused look and a nod from her. "Y-Yes milord. Duties of a maid must be done fast and well." She said with a fond tone. Her answer was brief and Chrom couldn't find any other comment to reply to her. Of course she is. What else was he expecting? Even as a tactician, Robin was always busy. She just can't stand idle very long. Chrom felt like an idiot for having chosen the wrong topic to start off with. It quickly lead him to a dead end and newfound awful silence.

"Er- you know, you actually remind me of someone I know very well." Chrom started again, hoping this would spark her interest. Based on how her eyes lingered on his face for a few moments longer, he must have succeeded. "I do?" she asked, although with how quiet it came out, it sounded more like a statement than a question.

"Yes, you do." Chrom smiled, nodding. "She was a… dear friend to me. She's lovely, gentle and intelligent and a lot of people like her, with the way she constantly smiles and seems so happy." He added, and being so enthralled with how he described the Robin of his own world, he failed to notice how the Robin in front of him fashioned a slightly envious expression.

"She was a mystery, an amnesiac who could not remember anything apart from her name… and mine." It was only then that Chrom looked back at his companion, who was then looking out the window, observing the starless skies of the night.

"She must have been a wonderful woman milord, the way you described her says so." She smiled distantly. "And you say that she is an amnesiac? I suppose that is one thing we have in common." Robin said, turning to the prince. Knowing that he was about to ask about it, Robin made an inaudible sigh and gave him a small smile.

"I don't know if you remember or heard, milord, but before I came to the palace, I knew nothing of my past; where I used to live, who my parents were or if I had any parents in the first place; I did not even remember my own birthday. Then Frederick and Lady Emmeryn saw me there, in that forgotten alley. They were the ones who gave me my name and on that date that they found me, I have decided that it would be the day when I was born again." So it was Emmeryn who found her this time in this world. Chrom had always taken pride in being the one to have found her (or more correctly, him and Lissa). He loved thinking about the fact that he was the one to take her in and first welcomed him as a comrade. Her first friend.

"Did you ever wonder about your past? Ever tried to get your memories back?"

Robin stayed silent for a while, thinking of a proper answer before shaking her head. "I did. A lot of times. But then I realized that maybe it did not matter anymore. I have been making all kinds of wonderful memories since the time I was found and I thought that it was all that matters." Chrom smiled at how unnervingly similar this maid was to his tactician. He decided that it was because they really were just one and the same. It was just their circumstances that differed.

"You know, that was the same answer that my friend gave me when I asked her that same question." Chrom admitted. "She wasn't so concerned with her past memories as well. She was just focused on making new memories with the persons she cherishes most."

After that, Robin gave him a hum of content. It was like she had something to say or ask, but she couldn't bring herself to talk. Chrom nearly groaned at this. It seemed that she was still so anxious around him and that every attempt of his to get her to talk more would always lead to an awkward silence. It was never like this with his tactician. Back then, Robin always knew when to talk or when to stay silent, what to say or what to ask. Well, except for the last few days back in his world where he noticed Robin trying hard to talk to him. Or reach out to him. He made things so awkward and hard for her when she was trying to get past it. Now, it was him who has to try hard. If that was what's needed to be done, then he'll do it and keep trying.

"You and Lissa get along very well don't you?" he asked

"Y-Yes milord! I suppose we do…"

"And with Emmeryn?"

"She's a very gracious lady. It is hard not to like her."

"I noticed you talk to Frederick a lot too."

"I learn a lot of things from him."

"You do, don't you? It's almost as if he can do anything, that Frederick." He laughed. He had always admired Frederick for his endeavors. Not just him, but everyone else looked up to the knight as well. "Oh, definitely milord! Even Lady Maribelle has been taking up lessons from him. Imagine that."

"So I've heard…" Chrom smiled. Robin was slowly adjusting and relaxing around him. Just a little more and maybe she would treat him more like a good friend rather than a worshipped deity.

"Say, not just with Lissa and Emm, you get along well with the other Shepherds. You'd pass off as one if I didn't know any better." He stated, finally addressing the fact that she seemed well-liked by his comrades in this world too. At that mention, Robin flushed and shook her head.

"Oh no milord! I couldn't possibly be one of them! I can't handle weapons at all. The best I could do is lend an ear for Lady Katarina and maybe… share some advices every now and then… But even in that field, I am not confident. After all, I am no tactician, let alone a grandmaster. I am fortunate that Lady Katarina even listens to me in those rare moments." She smiled sadly, as if wishing she were. Chrom had to fight the urge to tell her it's not true, that she was, and will always be the greatest tactician and a formidable fighter in his eyes but he was afraid of scaring or confusing her. It would have been easier if she was more confident in herself maybe, but even then he wasn't so sure.

"And the Shepherds are all brave, wonderful people. They are all very amusing to be with." The way Robin said it held a certain fondness and Chrom knew that even in a different world, her love for them hadn't changed at all. It was clearly obvious that they reciprocated the feeling.

"Leaving Lissa and Frederick, is there any particular Shepherd that you're especially fond of?" Chrom had to ask. He had always wanted to ask Robin, but he couldn't. Not at all. It was sudden, especially since this particular Robin in front of him was still somewhat anxious around him, but the prince did not even stop to think about that. Only when her face grew red and she started stuttering did he realize that it probably wasn't the best question asked. He could no longer take it back though; with how distracted and disturbed she looked, he doubted that Robin could even hear him now. Still, he was curious.

While Robin gets along exceptionally well with every other female Shepherds, it was noticeable how the males seemed to be good friends with her too. Robin always seemed to be talking with Frederick, despite the initial wariness the knight had for her. Sometimes, they seemed to be making a ruckus in the mess hall with Robin cheering for Frederick during their 'bear meat-eating training days'. She was often accompanied by Stahl and Gaius, the two always tagging along whenever it was her turn to make meals or shop for provisions and other equipments (although he suspected that their motives were to coax Robin into buying them extra food). Of course, Stahl was a close friend, one of the first to warm up to her. In the past days, he saw Gaius constantly seeking out for some reason which seemed to annoy the tactician. Every time he'd think about that, jealousy would creep into his chest, despite knowing that Robin was only being friendly.

"-is the Shepherd that I a-admire the most!" he suddenly heard Robin say. Looking back down at the woman, he saw that she was completely red faced and embarrassed and he suddenly realized that he was too engrossed in his thoughts that he had completely missed the name of the Shepherd she looked up to the most. His curiosity doubled, not expecting her to actually name someone. But when she did, he was not listening.

"W-What? Who was that? Sorry I missed the first part." He said frantically, anxious of her answer. He wasn't assuming that he would actually hear his name, but the thought of her naming someone else, even if that person was another woman, frightened him. It was like he desperately wanted to hear her say Chrom. His name.

Robin looked surprised and awfully mortified then, as if she was too reluctant to repeat her answer. She was avoiding his eyes, but he must have looked too pleading, because after what seemed like an eternity, she finally relented. She took a deep breath and slowly looked up to him. "Milord." She said shyly and quiet, "The person that I look up too… It's—"

Before she could continue, however, a shrill voice came from the other end of the hall, calling for her. "Robin! Robin, are you there?" It was Lissa. That was the first time he found himself really vexed with her sister's presence. Upon spotting the maid, the cleric cheerfully ran up to her and gave her a beaming smile. "Robbie, I was looking all over for you! I have something to show you before we hit the sack and- hi brother!" Lissa greeted, finally noticing him. Chrom tried to smile, uncomfortable with being disturbed like that. Sure Lissa often barged in but somehow this was really important. To him at least.

"You two doing something?" the cleric asked, to which Robin ferociously shook her head. "O-Oh nothing! Just- talking…" she smiled and Chrom could see how she tried hard to will down the blush on her cheeks. Lissa gave her a suspicious look, but shrugged nonetheless.

"Well if that's the case, then brother, I will be borrowing her for the night yeah? Can't have you stealing Robbie all the time!" Lissa quickly took Robin's hand and impatiently led her away. Robin nodded and mumbled a soft good night to him, quickly following Lissa's retreating form. She did not even give him a chance to respond as she left him there, standing dumbly, mumbling "goddess help me" to himself. With their situation, he thought maybe divine intervention would be good, but at least he seemed to be making progress.

He watched Robin's retreating figure until she was no longer in sight before he turned to the opposite direction and walked back to his quarters. He still has tomorrow, after all.

A/N

Well, that's the end of this for this chapter! I've been thinking about the next few chapters and I've been thinking of how to write them smoothly

Anyway, thanks for the reviews! Gets me motivated really

Oh and regarding that review about Chrom's father and the Plegian war, yep I know it by heart (after playing the game several times now out of addiction) and although it happened in the original world, the setting of this story is in the outrealms, in an alternate/parallel universe and I made it so that the Plegian war never happened in this world, there are no bad father kings who love to start wars, Gangrel is not a mad king, Emmeryn never threw herself off from a cliff and is still Exalt, Robin is not a tactician and some Shepherds have different recruitment stories. Again, this is all happening in a parallel universe.

But thank you soooo much for trying to point it out hehe. I feel so loved by your reviews and criticisms

R&R guys! Thanks again!