ROBIN'S POV
Well, at least the wedding and reception will be etched into everyone's mind. It was the day after the wedding and I am currently hiding from Chrom in a huge walk-in closet filled with ball gowns that look like they haven't been used in 200 years.
I was in there for about 3 hours until the door walked open. Chrom walked in and his eyes fell on me. "…And he's actually hiding among a closet full of ball gowns. I thought you were a master tactician! Find somewhere better to hide next time!" he said, and sat down beside me. "Why are you in here anyways?" he said. "You… aren't going to cut me into bloody pieces with a food knife?" I said incredulously. Chrom lifted his head up and laughed.
"How could I possibly chop you to bloody bits when the wedding was a huge success?" My mouth must have been hanging open, because Chrom burst into laughter again. "Are you kidding? Everyone who was there except you had an amazing time! You had pretty bad luck though, Running in late, having a deranged lunatic threatening to kill the children you don't have into pieces-" I cut him off there. "He was a deranged lunatic?" I said, wondering whether to laugh or be thankful for my continuing life.
Chrom nodded. "Yeah, they eventually tracked him down and he wove this entire tale about hailing from the future and came back with Naga's help to save the world. Can you believe that?" I nodded nervously, a tapestry slowly coming together in my mind. Chrom looked at me. "You have that look in your eyes. What are you thinking?"
"Well…" So I launched into my theory. How Marth had actually come from the future, and that would explain how she knew the Exalt would be assassinated, and she was travelling with Thomas, who had given the explanation.
Chrom just stared at me. "So, you're saying Marth's real name is Lucina?" was all he said. I resisted the urge to facepalm. "Yes…" I gave the go on sign with my hand. "She's from the future… and she wants to help save the world?" I nodded. For a second I thought he was going to laugh, or condemn me to a mental asylum, but all he did was nod thoughtfully.
"I guess it makes a scrap of sense. But knowing you it's spot-on." I smiled with relief. "I thought about it for a while but didn't fully piece it together until just now." I said. "So, shall we get out of this closet?" Chrom said, laughing "Yeah, before we turn as old as these gowns." I agreed, and together we walked down to the hall for a much needed (At least for me) lunch.
Jack's Corner
Meh, nothing really happens in this chapter xD Just our dear tactician concocting his spot-on theory! Anyways, I know people may think i'm a sexist freak for not having any Female OCs xD Don't worry, I have 2 in store! Ciao!