Notes: And our story starts to draw to a close... Tomorrow is the end chapter, everyone. Thanks for all the support so far, and I hope you have enjoyed the ride!

Stats: New developments have us at 500 words for TikiwikiPriam, 1000 words for SumiaRobin, from the Einherjar set MarthRobin at 1000, and a whooping 2000 words for GangrelEmmeryn! Keep unleashing your desired pairings, I will deliver gladly once our plot here is done.

Robin didn't want to leave her bed the next day. She had been witness to the most uncomfortable flash wedding ever, that of Yen'fay and Emmeryn, enduring Chrom's silent accusation that she had done something to his sister. She knew she had actually done nothing this time except seeing them talk, but the bride's words had damned her. She didn't understand...

"Hello, mother. Good day to you, matchmaker extraordinaire!" Morgan said cheerfully as he stepped into the tent.

Robin sighed exasperatedly, noticing he had dyed his hair lavender this time. "Now you're just messing with my head."

The tactician's worst nightmare had been losing the military respect she commanded. But she looked back at what she had done, involving spying and manipulation and hair dyes, and she realized that was far worse to her friends, than being an unmarried leader with a baby could have been. None of them had even wanted to be together before she interfered...

She turned her back to Morgan. "I'm tired of playing around. I won't match Lucina's generation for your amusement."

"But...!" he started protesting, but reconsidered. He knelt down by her bed, reaching out to stroke her hair, "Mother, what happened?"

"None of Lucina's generation is your father, right?" she asked him, looking up at him.

Her son gave up, being honest at last: "No. I... thought we were having fun together, a little guessing game... But you were scared for real, and you're hurting because I..."

Robin felt her anger fade as he started sobbing. "Morgan, I made..."

Yet he cut her off: "I was so selfish, wanting to be born against your wishes... But you don't have to have me, mother. I love you regardless!"

Her heart stopped along with her words. She had made him feel unwanted...?

Morgan stood and ran out of the tent, and Robin couldn't get up from bed fast enough to stop him.

Especially when she bumped against Chrom as he stepped in, apparently having decided to pay her a visit.

"I'm sorry," she apologized for almost running him over. But she started crying without meaning to. "I'm so sorry, Chrom! So sorry! I have hurt so many of the Shepherds, betrayed their trust, and... I should have done better than I did, I have no excuses..."

Then he put a finger to her lips. "I overreacted, myself. Yen'fay explained later, because Emmeryn didn't use the right words. And I jumped to conclusions, having seen you match everyone and their horse together."

Her general was such a dork trying to cheer her up, she couldn't help giggling softly. "Thank you, Chrom. But I'll make sure to fix things now."

"They will be fine, Robin," he assured her. "And... I also came to tell you something else. I should have told you so long ago, actually."

Intrigued, she looked up at him. Confused, she saw him turn bright red.

"What is it, Chrom?"

"I love you, Robin."

He leaned in to kiss her. And she let him.