Author's Notes:

Hey guys, welcome to Chapter 4 of Reclassed!

I really apologize for the long wait. I've actually had this chapter halfway finished for a few weeks now, but I just had trouble finishing it. I knew what I wanted to write, but I had some difficulties on how I wanted to write it. Gah, stupid writer's block. Finals didn't help either, and neither did this idea for another story I had, that I recently published on here. So, once again, sorry about that. I hope the next one will be quicker.

So, I hope you all like this chapter! As I hinted last chapter, Chrom's duties this chapter are a bit longer than Robin's.

Oh, and by the way, if you have any suggestions on any problems these two should deal with, go ahead and leave it in a review! I'll definitely take them into consideration. I still have a some ideas of my own, but I'll never turn down a suggestion.

Now, with that out of the way, on with the show!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem or its characters.

"W-What!?"

"Yeah," Robin nodded and chuckled nervously. "It's twins!"

Chrom's mouth opened and closed several times, but no words came out.

"That's...surprising to say the least," Lucina whispered to herself.

"Wait," Morgan held his hands up to stop them and turned to his sister. "Are you saying that Mother didn't have twins from where we came from?"

"Yes, Morgan, that is exactly what I'm saying" Lucina sighed. "I thought my surprise was clear enough."

"Hmm," Morgan hummed and ignored his sister's snarky remark. "Makes sense. This is a completely different timeline now. I guess anything is possible. Mother having twins is evident of that. "

"Huh," Lucina blinked. "I guess I never thought of it that way."

"Chrom?" Robin took a step towards her husband. "Are you alright?"

"Am...am I alright..." Chrom mumbled, his expression completely blank.

Robin gulped, fearing the worse.

Chrom jumped towards his wife, grabbing her by the shoulders, a gigantic smile spreading across his face.

"I'M FANTASTIC!" Chrom laughed and lifted his wife into the air, twirling her around. "This is such great news!"

"You're not upset?" Robin whispered once she was put down.

"What?" Chrom rose an eyebrow. "Why would I be? This is great!"

"This will be kid number five, you know," Morgan butted in. "And you're not even thirty."

"Morgan!" Lucina hissed and stomped on his foot.

"OW!"

Lucina glanced at her parents, sighing in relief that the happy expression hadn't left her father's face.

"I've always wanted a big family," Chrom said, grinning like a fool. "This is perfect! Don't you think so too, Robin?"

A smile grew unbidden on Robin's lips, reaching from ear to ear.

"Yes."

Chrom laughed again, and wrapped his wife in a bear hug, nearly suffocating her.

"This calls for celebration!" Chrom announced and released his wife, turning towards his children. "Kids, we're going out tonight!"

Lucina smiled slightly and nodded.

"Yes!" Morgan fist pumped, his reaction much more exuberant. "To AppleDee's?"

"You know it."

AppleDee's, the restaurant the five of them liked to go to on occasion, was actually pretty awful. The food was overpriced, the bear steaks were never cooked right, and the service was lackluster at best. For a family of royals however, the place was like Naga's gift to mankind. There was no need to have table manners, since no one did at that establishment. They didn't have to eat overly pretentious food, since at least half of the menu was appetizers and fried goods. And better yet, it let them spend time with the people of Ylisse. They were people too, even if they were the ruling family of Ylisse.

Going out to eat was a common thing for a family, and as nobility they really didn't get the opportunity to do so often, so they always jumped at the chance.

"Now then," Chrom placed his arms under his wife's knees, catching her by surprise and lifting her off the ground bridal style. "To the front gates!"

"C-Chrom!" Robin shrieked and smacked at his husband's back. "P-put me down!"

Lucina watched her parents walk away, her smile growing wider.

"Umm, Sissy?"

Lucina looked down towards her younger self, who was tugging hard on her cape to grab her attention.

"Yes, dear?"

"What are twins? Where do they come from? Why are they growing in Momma's belly?"

Lucina's eyes widened at the stream of questions, the blood draining from her face.

Lucina looked to her brother for help, but he was already sprinting down the hallway.

She turned back to her younger self, who was still looking up at her with wide, innocent eyes.

"Uh..."

Chrom groaned in his seat at the breakfast table, rubbing soothing circles on his stomach.

"Ugh...That bear steak is not agreeing with me. I don't think they cooked it enough."

"Really?" Robin rose an eyebrow, shoveling a forkful of egg in her mouth. "Mine was too done."

Lucina hummed, cutting up her egg and taking a small bite.

"Mine was done right. Of course, I had to send it back four times first, but still."

Robin giggled and nodded, stopping her eating to look around the table.

"Hey, where's Morgan?"

Chrom and Lucina looked to Morgan's spot, noticing his absence for the first time.

"Hmmm, I don't know."

"He's probably still asleep," Lucina huffed. Morgan's sleeping habits had always gotten on her nerves.

"Oh, are you guys looking for Morgan?" Lissa asked as she walked up to the table, plopping down in a seat. "I saw him leaving the palace earlier today."

Robin rose an eyebrow. "He left the palace? This early?"

"Yeah," Lissa shrugged. "He didn't say where he was going either."

"Oh, I know where he's going," Chrom snickered. "He's probably got a hot date."

Lucina's eyes widened. She placed her silverware down slowly and looked at her father.

"With Cynthia?"

"Yeah," Chrom nodded. "Why?"

Lucina gulped and turned to her aunt.

"And where's Owain this morning?"

"I'm not sure, actually," Lissa replied. "He wasn't in his room."

Robin's fork fell out of her hand, clattering on the floor.

"Oh, sweet Naga."

As if on cue, the door's to the palace dining room burst open, nearly tearing off the hinges. A frantic looking guard ran towards the royal couple, beads of sweat shooting down his face.

Robin and Chrom rose from their seats to address the man.

"Milord! Milady!"

The guard stopped before them, placing his hands on his knees while he caught his breath.

"What could be so important that'd you interrupt our breakfast?" Chrom asked hotly. He didn't exactly appreciate it when people barged in here like this.

"There's a commotion down in the marketplace! Oh gods, the commotion..." The guard ran a hand across his face, his thousand-yard stare making Robin and Chrom uneasy. "I've never seen anything like it!"

Chrom crossed his arms, glaring at the guard.

"That didn't answer my question, soldier. Tell me what happened."

"Right, sorry sir," The guard shook his head, looking a little better. "Let me give you a rundown. It all started when a notorious pickpocket came through the marketplace, stealing at least three hundred in gold."

Chrom nodded, urging him to continue.

"And then...then out of nowhere, there was this giant explosion! I-I've never seen anything like it!"

"What!?" Robin cried. "Is anyone hurt!?"

"No, the explosion was made out of flower petals! It was insane! It was all quiet, and then BOOM! Flower petals blotted out the sun, raining down on us like the fires of hell! I've never seen such an assortment of flower petals! There were lilies, daffodils, roses, and even a few chrysanthemums!"

Chrom and Robin shared a look, skeptical of the guard's theatrical description.

"Ok...then what happened?"

"A gust of wind blew through the marketplace, like that of a typhoon! It's force was so strong, I feared a tornado was blowing by! It collided with the pick pocket, sending him flying through the air and destroying one of the stalls. I've never seen such a display of magic in my life!"

"Uh-huh," Robin frowned at the guard. Something about him didn't sit right. "Anything else you can tell us?"

"Yes, ma'am," The guard nodded. "Right before the terrifying gales assaulted the market, a booming voice called out to the people of the marketplace. It said 'Fear not people of Ylisse! No man can escape the embrace of JUSTICE! Stop fiend! MEET YOUR DOOM!'"

The guard stopped and turned his head upwards, his eyes sparkling in wonder and amazement.

"It was so...heroic."

"Alright," Robin took a step closer to the guard, grabbing him by his collar and forcing him to look at her. "How much did they pay you?"

"P-pay me?" The guard gulped and shook his head. "I wasn't paid anything. I've only been stupefied by the power of justice."

"Tell me if you were hired by the Justice Cabal or else I'll stick my foot so far up your ass that you're going to be throwing up your intestines for the rest of your life."

Everyone in the room paled and scooted away from Robin.

"P-please don't hurt me!" The guard squealed, cowering in fear. He brought his hands up in a feeble attempt to protect himself from the Queen's wrath. "Y-yes, they hired me! They paid me five hundred gold to make it sound really heroic and cool! I-I'm sorry!"

Robin released the man and smiled sweetly at him.

"See? That wasn't so hard now was it?" Robin said and reached a hand up, patting his head like a dog. "Good boy!"

Everyone in the room scooted a little further away.

Robin turned away from the guard and to her husband, smiling expectantly at him.

"Ahem," Chrom coughed into his hand. "Why don't I go take care of this one?"

"Oh! How sweet of you!" Robin giggled and swatted Chrom playfully on the arm.

"Are...are you alright, Mother?"

"You know, now that you mention it, I guess I do feel a little bit moody," Robin said with a shrug. "Oh well, that's to be expected. Now then, come along Lucina! We have work to do!"

"Wait, wha-"

Lucina's words died in her throat as her mother grabbed her by the collar, dragging her off her feet and towards the door to the throne room.

The princess waved a sad farewell to her family as her mother dragged her away.

"Naga help us..." Chrom muttered.

"Oh come on," Lissa wove him off. "She wasn't that bad when she was pregnant with Lucina."

"Wasn't that bad? Wasn't that bad!?"

Chrom shuddered, remembering a certain incident where he had experienced nearly every form of Robin in a five minute time span.

Five years ago...

"Hey, honey?"

Chrom poked his head into their shared bedroom, finding Robin lying down on the bed with her large stomach poking out underneath her shirt.

"Yes, Robin?"

Robin smiled tiredly at her husband. "Could you get me some pickles or something? I'm a little hungry."

Chrom blinked. "Pickles?"

"Yes, I said fucking pickles. Do you need me to write it down for you? Do you have ears? A brain? PICKLES! P-I-C-K-L-E-S. They're made from pickling cucumbers? Do you know anything about anything!?"

Robin buried her face in her hands, sobbing loudly.

"O-oh Naga, I-I'm such a mean person! I-I'm going to be a t-terrible m-mother!"

"Uh..." Chrom walked uncertainly over to the bed, sitting down next to his wife. "No you're not, Robin. It's just the pregnancy hormones, that's all. And don't even say such things. You'll be a great mom."

"Heehee, you're such a sweetie," Robin giggled and poked Chrom on the nose. "Boop."

"Uh...yeah, I suppose I am," Chrom chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his head.

All evidence of sadness had left Robin's face, replaced with an almost predatory gleam in her eyes as she looked Chrom up and down. Chrom noticed her appraising him, growing more and more uncomfortable at her rapid change.

"You know, I'm thinking pickles can wait," Robin purred and ran a finger down Chrom's chest, her mouth inches away from his ear. "I've got another meal on my mind."

The present...

"Well..." Chrom trailed off, rubbing his chin in thought. "I guess it wasn't SO terrible."

"See? Every pregnant woman goes through it. It's not a big deal."

"Yeah, you're right," Chrom smiled slightly, his eyes far off as he reminisced on something.

Lissa stared at her brother, quirking an eyebrow. She waved her arms in front of Chrom's face, but he still didn't budge.

"Chrom? Don't you have some stuff to go do?"

"Huh?" Chrom blinked and shook his head. "Oh, right."

Robin took her spot on the palace thrown, propping her head up on her hand as she fiddled with her hair.

"So, what do we have today?"

"Hmmm," Lucina flipped through her clipboard, looking at their schedule. "Well, it's actually a pretty lax day today. There's only one meeting on the agenda."

"Really?" Robin sat up in her chair. "Just one?"

"It appears so, yes."

"Who is it?"

"That, I do not know," Lucina frowned looking at her clipboard. "There's no name, it just says we have a meeting."

"Well, that's weird."

"I agree. I'd go about this cautiously, if I were you."

"Indeed," Robin rose from her seat, cupping her hands around her mouth. "Send him in!"

The doors creaked open, and in walked their guest. From the look of it, he was at least thirty years old, with short, cropped brown hair. He was clean shaven, with green eyes and a confident smile that said that he thought he was better than everyone else. In other words, he was a noble.

"Well," The noble bellowed as he walked forwards. "If it isn't Lady Robin and Lady Lucina. And might I say, you two look as dazzling as ever."

Lucina frowned, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"Why, thank you," Robin smiled slightly, oblivious to her daughter's reaction. "What can we do for you today, mister..."

"Reginald of Themis, your highness, at your service."

"Oh? You're related to Maribelle then?" Lucina asked.

"Indeed. We are cousins, in fact."

"Ah," Robin nodded. "We are rather close with Maribelle's family, but I'm sorry to say that we haven't heard of you before."

"Oh, I'm not surprised. Maribelle and I were never very close. We never saw much of each other."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Robin replied. "So, what can we do for you today?"

"Well, it's quite simple really."

Reginald reached out and grabbed Lucina's hand, then lowered down on one knee, smiling up at the two ladies.

"I've come to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage, your highness."

"What!?"

Lucina growled and snatched her hand away from the man, raising it back up to slap the man across the face.

"Now, now, Lucina," Robin placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder, then turned back to Reginald. "Why are you asking me this, and not my daughter?"

"Well, you are her mother correct? And queen? I was under the assumption you would decide on who to wed her off to."

"That I decided?" Robin's eyes widened. "So, you think my daughter is an object that I can give to who I see fit, is that it?"

"Uh..." Reginald's mouth opened and closed, realizing what a hole he had just dug himself in. "N-no, of course not-"

"Oh?" Robin stepped forwards, her eyes filled with murderous intent. "Because that's what it sounded like."

"N-no! I assure you that you're mistaken-"

"MISTAKEN!? I'M MISTAKEN!?"

"W-what? N-no! Of course not. You don't understand-"

"Oh, so now I don't understand! The man who comes in here, asking me for my daughter's hand in marriage, tells me that I don't understand."

"Y-your highness, I swear I didn't-"

Robin's hand flung forwards, grabbing the noble by his ear and throwing him off his feet.

"Ow!" Reginald cried, swatting weakly at Robin's hand. "W-what are you doing!?"

"Taking out the trash," Robin growled, dragging the noble by his ear towards the doors.

"L-lady Lucina," Reginald cried in desperation. "Help me!"

"Never in a million years."

"NOOOOOO!"

Robin dragged the man kicking and screaming towards the doors, grabbing him and throwing him out of the palace. With a huff, she slammed the doors shut.

"Well, that was quick," Lucina remarked, smiling slightly at her mother.

"Good gods!" Robin shouted and ran a hand through her hair. "I can't believe the audacity of that man! Coming in here, asking ME for my DAUGHTER'S hand in marriage. Where do these people get off?"

"I have no idea, Mother," Lucina replied, shaking her head. "You should have seen some of the others."

"Some of...the others?" Robin turned back to her daughter, raising an eyebrow. "There have been others?"

"Indeed. Quite a few, actually. Ever since you and Father announced our heritage, they have been crawling in through the woodworks."

"What!? Why wasn't I ever told about this?"

"We didn't want to upset you," Lucina shrugged. "You've had a lot on your plate recently, and Father particularly enjoyed dealing with them. Suitors aren't exactly that important, either."

Robin snorted, imagining how her husband would handle a man coming into the palace and asking for his daughter's hand in marriage.

"I imagine Chrom had a field day with those little bastards."

Lucina giggled and nodded. "Like you wouldn't believe. The last one barely had a leg to stand on when he left here."

"Heh," Robin chuckled and clapped her hands, taking a seat back in the throne. "So, that's it for today?"

"Actually, your highness..."

Tibalt interjected as he entered the room, carrying a stack of papers that was nearly as tall as he was.

"We have a discussion on our road infrastructure and our import tax that we must attend to."

Robin exhaled, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Son of a bitch."

"What in the world..."

Chrom looked around slack-jawed at the state of the Ylissean Market. Flower petals covered everything. The stalls, the ground the people; literally everything. There had to be at least two inches of petals lining the ground. Even children from around the area had started to flock to the market to play in the petals. They would grab a hand full of petals and throw it at another, like an improvised snowball. Some were even making flower petal-angels.

It was a bizarre sight indeed.

The lord blinked, hearing what sounded like a grown man crying.

He turned around, spotting a destroyed cart with a middle aged man weeping over it.

"Are you alright, sir?" Chrom asked as he made his way over there.

"No! No, I'm not alright!" The man sobbed and waved his arms at his cart. "MY CABBAGES! My precious, precious cabbages!"

Chrom glanced around, noticing the stray heads of cabbage that rolled around on the ground.

"Some hooligans blasted another hooligan onto my prized cart! It's like everywhere I go, my cabbages get violated! When will the cabbage violence end!? When I ask you!?"

The man turned to glare at Chrom, his eyes widening when he caught sight of him.

"O-oh! Your l-lordship!"

"Please," Chrom raised a hand and smiled. "Just call me Chrom."

"Um..." The man fidgeted, clearly uncomfortable with such familiarity. "Do not worry about my cart, Exalt Chrom. It really isn't that big of a deal."

"No," Chrom replied, his eyes stern. "It is. The people of Ylisse shouldn't be afraid of their livelihood being destroyed. Do not worry, I will put a stop to this. Do you know where these 'hooligans' ran off to?"

The cabbage man stood to his full height, pointing to an abandoned building at the other side of the market.

"I saw them run in there, your lordship."

"Chrom," The lord corrected. "And thank you. I will see what I can do."

Chrom stalked up to the pointed out building, rapping his knuckles on the door. He could hear the sound of rumbling feet from behind the door, no doubt surprised by their sudden guest.

"Hark, friends! We have a visitor!" He heard the voice of his nephew call out. "Who goes there?"

"It's Chrom. Open up. Now."

"Oh, shit!" He heard Morgan curse from inside the home. "I told you guys he would find us!"

"Shh! Be quiet Morgan! We can still talk our way out of this."

Cynthia cleared her throat, speaking up to be heard.

"Sorry, Chrom. You'll have to schedule an appointment with our secretary if you want a meeting with the Justice Cabal."

"Secretary? You guys have a secretary?"

"...Hello."

"Severa!?" Chrom exclaimed at hearing her agitated voice. "They even roped you into this?"

"Yeah, whatever," Severa huffed. "Cynthia and Morgan seem to have a way of manipulating conversations into their favor. At least they're paying me."

Chrom smirked. Suuuure. That was the only reason.

"Yeah...about that... " Morgan began. "We aren't paying you anything. This is an unpaid internship. It said so in the contract."

"What!? B-but, my shopping!"

Chrom sighed and pinched his nose, trying to ignore the gather crowd behind them.

"So, not only did you vandalize the marketplace, but you have broken into an abandoned home and roped poor Severa into this."

"Actually, Father, we bought this house fair and square."

"...Excuse me?"

"That's right, Mr. Chrom-sir," Cynthia replied. "The last people that owned this place were notorious drug dealers, and after they were conveniently arrested, we got it for a steal."

"Huh," Chrom blinked. "That's...that's actually surprisingly smart of all of you."

"Thank you for your words, Uncle! After all, how can we call ourselves the harbingers of good if we committed such a petty crime as a breaking and entering?"

"Yeah, whatever. But you still have to answer for the damage you did to that man's cabbage stand."

The door creaked open, revealing Cynthia's brown eyes peeking at the lord.

"We are prepared to discuss negotiations."

Chrom scoffed and pushed himself into the building, glancing around curiously as he did so.

The house was surprisingly furnished, given how it had that abandoned, broken down look to it.

There was a very large table in the center of the room, with a large map of Ylisstol draped over it. The map itself had several red circles drawn on it, probably indicating places where crimes were committed, knowing the nature of the Justice Cabal. There were also a few chess pieces that littered the table, probably used to mark their own positions.

Around the four sides of the table sat four, cushioned chairs, with small end tables next to each seat with various dirty cups and plates on each one.

Chrom had to admit, the room reminded him heavily of the Shepherd's old war council tent. Knowing Morgan, he probably modeled the room off of his mother's own style.

Severa sat in the back of the room behind a small desk strewed with papers, her head in her hands. Apparently the news that she wouldn't be paid was still nagging at her conscious. Her eyes, however, lingered on Owain, unsurprisingly.

Owain stood behind the table in the center, his arms crossed as he kept his face stoic. He wore his usual myrmidon outfit, with the addition of a black cape draped over his shoulders. Chrom had no doubt he had picked it out because it had 'looked cool.'

Cynthia stood off to the right of him, smiling brightly at Chrom as he walked in. Morgan stood next to her, his eyes on the ceiling as he tried to appear aloof. Chrom pretended not to notice that their hands were interlaced. Morgan's business was his business.

Chrom's eyes traveled to the wall next to him, a certain poster caught his eye.

"W-what the HELL is that atrocity doing here!?"

There, on the wall, was one of the recruitment posters that Frederick had made so long ago.

The picture depicted him in the buff, holding his Falchion out in front of him, with the words 'Chrom wants you' in bold underneath. Thankfully, the difference with this poster was that someone had painted over Chrom's naked form, giving him a very regal, and very large suit of armor.

"Have no fear, Uncle! We painted over the indecent parts."

"Yes, but why is it here?"

"Because!" Cynthia began, pumping a fist in the air. "This poster is what the Justice Cabal stands for! You, and the rest of our parents, are the epitome of heroicness and epicness!"

"Uh...alright..." Chrom mumbled and shook his head, getting himself back on topic. "But the point still stands, you three destroyed a poor man's cabbage cart."

"Yeeeah..." Owain rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "That was an unexpected casualty in our crusade. We apologized, but I don't think he heard it."

"Regardless, you three are coming with me to go apologize again and pay for the damages."

"B-but, it was his fault for putting his cabbage cart in such a precarious position!" Morgan protested.

"Precarious position? Morgan, it's a marketplace. What do you want him to do, leave it at home?"

Morgan grumbled under his breath, seeing the logic in his father's reasoning.

"Mr. Chrom-sir," Cynthia said, raising a hand. "Can we just leave an apology note instead?"

Chrom rolled his eyes. "No, Cynthia, we cannot. As you say, we are the heroes of Ylisse. When we make mistakes, we must acknowledge them, and atone for them. We can't just push them under the rug."

"Ah, advice from the Hero King himself," Owain grinned. "We shall do as you say. After all, we fight for the working class, those who have been wronged by the harsh-"

"Yeah, yeah, less talking more walking."

The three young adults nodded, Owain more reluctantly, and walked out of the room and towards where the destroyed cabbage cart was.

"What about me?" Severa asked from the back of the room.

"You're fine, Severa," Chrom replied with a soft smile. "And if you're wanting to go do some shopping, I can see if Robin and Lucina want to take you out later. My treat."

Severa lifted her head from her hands, her expression brightening. "Y-you mean it?"

"Of course. If you want, you can even go and meet them up at the palace right now."

"W-well, alright."

Severa smiled and rose from her chair, walking to the front door, but stopping in front of Chrom.

"Um...thank you, Mr. Chrom," Severa mumbled, a slight blush tingeing her cheeks.

Before Chrom could even respond, she stomped out of the building, leaving the lord dumfounded.

"She might talk a tough game, but she's a real sweetheart when you get down to it," Chrom muttered to himself, smirking.

Sighing at the thought of what came next, Chrom left the house, walking towards the destroyed cabbage cart at the opposite side of the market.

He spotted the four off to the side. Owain, Morgan, and Cynthia were apologizing profusely while the cabbage man looked rather bored with the conversation.

Spotting the lord walking towards them, the cabbage man's expression perked up and he made a beeline straight towards him.

"Hello again," Chrom greeted. "I hope these three apologized and paid for the damages."

"Yes, yes, about that."

The shopkeeper glanced around, Chrom following his gaze.

A large crowd had gathered in the marketplace, all of them either watching the Exalt and the members of the Justice Cabal, or playing in the flower petals that covered the ground.

"I was thinking," The cabbage man began. "What if these three just help me rebuild my cart, instead of paying for the damages? And in return, I hire them to make a repeat performance of today."

Chrom blinked. "What?"

"Don't you see it? The number of people here? This is the most attention my cabbages have ever gotten, in any realm. I could make a killing out of this."

"Seriously?"

"Are you kidding? The cabbage stand that was destroyed by two princes and their knight as they were valiantly fighting vigilante justice? People will go absolutely bonkers over my cabbages."

"I'm not going to sell my son and his friends out just so you can make a profit," Chrom replied dangerously.

"No, no, of course not! When I say a repeat performance, I mean an exact replica. I want them to stop any thieves or ne'er-do-wells that think they can get away with theft. This marketplace could use the security, honestly. I only ask for them to repair the damages to my cart when they're done."

"Hmmm."

Chrom hummed, rubbing his chin in thought. That was a very, very interesting proposition. The Justice Cabal would get to...well be the Justice Cabal, and this man here would make a profit. Hell, most of the marketplace would make a profit. While those three were rather over the top with their crime fighting, Chrom would be lying if he said it didn't draw a crowd. And the cabbage man was right, the extra security would be nice.

"Alright," Chrom outstretched a hand. "We have a deal."

The shopkeeper grinned, shaking the lord's hand enthusiastically.

"Uh...Father?"

Chrom shifted his gaze to his son. "Yes, Morgan?"

"Do you want us to clean up this mess, too?"

Chrom glanced around the marketplace, seeing the large number of kids playing in the petals, with even a few adults joining in.

"No," Chrom smiled. "No, let's leave it."

"Alright, we can-"

A ball of flower petals smacked into Chrom's back, covering his hair and shoulders in various different petals.

Morgan stopped mid-sentence, a snicker escaping his lips at the sight of his father. It reminded him of his sister's fashion sense.

Chrom slowly turned around, facing the culprit.

A young girl, no older than seven, stood grinning at him, another handful of petals in her hands and raring to go.

"Got you!" The girl giggled, throwing another handful of petals in the lord's face, covering it.

Chrom chuckled, wiping the petals off of his face as he slowly lowered down on his haunches.

"So you did," Chrom said, sneakily grabbing a handful of his own. "But two can play at that game!"

Chrom threw the petals in the air, letting them rain down on the little girl.

The girl laughed and jumped up and down in the shower of petals, grabbing at them as they fell on her.

"Heeehee! So pretty!"

Chrom joined in on her laughter, grabbing a few more handfuls and throwing them into the air, letting the petals rain down on the both of them.

Author's Notes:

Awh! Chrom is such a sweetie.

I think my favorite part of this chapter might have been the beginning. That was pretty fun to write. I also liked dissing AppleBee's. That's right, fuck you AppleBee's. Make my steak right once and awhile. Sheesh.

And fans of The Last Airbender and Legend of Korra will appreciate that reference I threw in there. That cabbage man was actually the first thing I thought of when writing that scene.

Anyway, thanks for reading everyone! And thanks for the awesome support so far. I really appreciate it.

Until next time!