I remember Robin visiting Castle Ylisse a lot in the future. She would come over so many times in a week; sometimes father wondered why she hadn't just joined our family.

She would come over to play with Inigo and I, and sometimes brought gifts for us.

"Here you go, Inigo," Robin said, placing a small wooden sword in his hands. "here's a sword that you can use to practice your swordplay, or battle a ferocious dragon!"

"Robin, if I slay a dragon, you'll promise to marry me, right?" My brother looked at her with puppy dog eyes. Even as a toddler, my brother tried to pick up girls, and Robin was no exception.

Robin laughed. "You'll have to grow up to be a strong prince first, Inigo."

"J-just watch me! I'll become the strongest prince Ylisse has ever had!" Inigo promised her, thrusting his new sword into the air.

"Robin," I pleaded. "do you think that I will grow up to be strong too?" Believe it or not, I was quite the timid child; sometimes even more so than Inigo.

"Lucina," She started, as she lifted me up into the air, "of course you'll be strong. Your mother and father are some of the bravest and heroic people I know. There's no doubt you'll grow up just like them." Every single line of praise I received from Robin made my day, and always made me blush.

"O-oh Robin, don't say that. I'm not heroic at all," My mother stuttered. She would always say how she knew nothing about swordplay, but my mother was 'the most enchanting dancer,' as my father described her.

"You sell yourself too short, Olivia. Your dancing always impresses me." Robin commented.

Inigo dropped his wooden sword and struck a pose. "Hey, look Robin! I'm a strong, dancing prince!"

My brother always joked that he had picked up dancing just to impress Robin, but I knew he started dancing to honor and follow in the footsteps of our mother.

My father had walked into the room, sighing at my brother. "Inigo, stop bothering Robin…"

Robin giggled. "I think it's kind of adorable honestly," She patted Inigo on his head, much to his delight.

"Robin, why don't you just stay with us since you enjoy taking care of the children so much?" My father suggested. "Olivia and I wouldn't mind, and I'm sure the kids will love it too."

I was ecstatic. Robin was my favourite person in the world, aside from my parents. If she would play with me every day, it would be absolutely amazing.

"Please, Robin?" I begged, tugging on her left sleeve.

"Lucina," She spoke softly. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I will move in to the castle." She kissed me on the forehead and packed up her things. "We could play some other time though, if you want."

"Chrom, I am gracious for your offer, really, but I feel like I would intrude." She explained. She opened the door to exit.

Robin left, and my father sat down beside Inigo and I.

"Daddy," I started, seeing the concerned look on his face, "Why do you always ask Robin to join our family? She probably has a boyfriend waiting for her at home."

"She better not have a boyfriend! She said she would marry me!" Inigo protested, banging his sword on the floor.

But father said Robin never got married. He said that she never experienced love, and she was fine with that. She was fine with living by herself even though most of the Shepherds got married. However, father knew that she was lonely inside, but she never showed it. Robin didn't like to worry others. He said that she put up a façade in order to make others happy and not worry about her. It was really sad when I first thought of it. Imagine hiding a pain from your comrades that you knew so well, people you trusted, just to make them happy; never mind what you really felt inside. Father said that only he could read what Robin's true intentions and thoughts were, even if the woman herself was oblivious to her own actions.

It was only until Robin passed away that I realized that I had romantic feelings for her. I was no more than eight when I heard of her death. It was only a month after my father's and mother's, and that already devastated my family and the rest of Ylisse. I was expected to take up the throne, but I was not in the condition to. The only people left other than me were Inigo and a few friends, whose parents fell into the same fate as mine. I prayed to Naga for an escape from that hell I lived in.

In my late teens, I was granted that wish; just in a different manner than I had previously thought of.

When I arrived in the past, it was only natural that the first thing that greeted me was a risen encounter. I was just in time to stop one from beheading Aunt Lissa. They were much weaker than the risen from my future, but still held up quite a fight. I was in shock when my father, aided me in taking those monsters down. Luckily the mask I wore concealed the tears shed as I looked upon him in his younger, healthier state.

"You may call me Marth."

I struggled to say those words in such a normal matter. I had donned the name Marth, and I was no longer Lucina for the time being. I had to conceal my face and true identity from anyone from this period in time, no matter how difficult it was. For the first time in my life, I felt like a stranger, and especially towards my loved ones, nothing hurt more.

I remember coming to Ferox after the first night. It had been years since I had visited the country. The ravaging winds and chilling temperatures was something I was not prepared for.I had tried to sneak around the palace to take a quick glance at Gules, one of the jewels required to perform the Awakening ritual. However, as I was searching I let my guard down for a moment, which led Khan Basilio to spot me and he immediately requited me in his upcoming tournament.

I had to spar with his reigning champion first, in order to be deemed a worthy warrior. My opponent was no other than my very own uncle, Lon'qu.

He prepared his stance, with a firm grip on his killing edge. His stoic expression and determination in his eyes left me a little uneasy, but I was confident that the match was mine. I knew what strength and power he possessed, and the skills he was capable of. When my father was away on missions, I would train with Owain, and Uncle Lon'qu as our instructor. He taught us techniques he had learned in his home country of Chon'sin. His vantage skill was extremely helpful in tight situations; it could really change the tide of the battle.

Even with vantage, I was still the victor, as predicted. He took his defeat extremely well, and I had won the title.

The most emotional part of that day was when my mother, Olivia, came to congratulate me.

"U-um, congratulations…Marth…." She meekly said. Her shyness was as extreme as it was back when I was a child.

As much as I wanted to be in my mother's loving embrace, I couldn't. Not as Marth, and especially when she presumably hadn't even met my father yet.

I thanked her for her kind words, but did not look her in the eyes.

That afternoon, Khan Basilio said that mercenaries from Ylisse were our opponents. My father was my first opponent, unsurprisingly. As expected, he was quite curious about my sword, which is none other than his Falchion that I inherited after his death.

Our swords clashed multiple times;

"Who taught you how to fight like that?" He asked, between strikes.

"My father!" I answered back as I struggled to keep up with his attacks.

His eyes focused on my blade the entire match, examining Falchion's blade and hilt the most.

Thankfully I was able to hinder him down without severely injuring him.

"Let me face him, Chrom."

Robin's words echoed in the arena, which caught me by surprise.

That was the first time I could take an actual look at her since I arrived in the past. Her white hair was tied into pigtails like usual, and she wore the same black cloak with purple engravings. I couldn't stop staring, Robin was absolutely gorgeous. Thank goodness my mask hid the blush that was on my face. I couldn't even fathom that I was around the same age as Robin, who was supposedly at least nineteen years older than I.

She was a strong fighter, holding her ground quite well. Magic was obviously her strong suit, but she wasn't too shabby with a sword. I admit that I wasn't fighting my best against her. How could I? The battle was moving fast, my heart was beating rapidly, and tears were rolling down my face all at the same time.

Every spell she cast, every movement she made was absolutely brilliant. She had a few mishaps and a rough start, but I honestly did not expect her to adapt to my fighting style as well as she did. Growing up, my father described my style as a combination of the style of the House of Ylisse, the people of Chon'sin, and Feroxians.

When I slashed at her coat, I noticed something very disturbing. All my childhood I speculated what the intricate designs on Robin's cloak symbolized. Falchion tore at her cloak, ripping part of the backside. There, I saw it up close.

The symbol of the Grimleal.

Was Robin a worshipper of Grima?

No, I couldn't believe my eyes.

"There! THUNDER!" Robin struck me down with a thunder spell as I struggled with my conflicting thoughts and confusion.

"I...am bested." I sobbed. Streams of tears ran down my face yet again. Everything didn't make sense. Was that always on her coat?

Did my love really believe in the Fell Dragon, that one that destroyed our world?

I wept a lot that night.

I felt like changing it up a little bit, so the next chapter will also be written in Lucina's perspective.

And in regards for my choice for Lissa's husband being Lon'qu, I really like the idea of Lucina facing off against her uncle because she basically meets all her relatives before they notice she is actually Lucina. Some people think Lon'qu is Owain's canon father because Lon'qu just so happens to be a myrmidon, which is Owain's base class. My theory for why Owain is actually a myrmidon is because all the other royal family members (not counting Spotpass Emmeryn) use swords, so he probably wants to use a sword too.

As always, reviews are always appreciated (and please tell me if you like the chapters better in Robin's perspective or Lucina's) and thank you for reading!