A/N: Skipping Ancient Evil. Spoilers and whatnot, plus it goes against the theme.


Robin rushed through the castle gate sparring the guards no mind as he rounded corner after corner on his way to the infirmary. He had been out shoring up some villages' defenses against bandits when he received the message that Lucina had gone into labor. It presented a cause for concern given that she was not due for another month so Robin packed up and rode non-stop for Ylisstol.

He nearly toppled over Lissa when he finally approached the infirmary, "Lissa! What happened? Is the baby okay?"

"The baby's fine. She's sleeping right now."

Robin breathed a sigh of relief, "That's a load off my back. Well, since she's asleep, I'll go see Lucina. She must be exhausted." After finally calming down, Robin noticed Lissa's troubled expression, "What's wrong? Is she asleep too? I'll be quiet."

"No, it's," she restrained a sniffle, "Lucina suffered some…complications and she…she did not make it."

"W-what?" Robin felt his knees go weak and his stomach churned sickeningly.

"She died, Robin," the words struck Robin in the heart, "There was nothing we could do. She passed away about a day ago," Lissa gave him a look of pure sympathy, but he was too numb to feel it.

"Where is she?" Robin's voice was barely above a whisper.

"Robin, are you sure that–"

"Where is she?" His voice was not much louder, but it carried a firmness that would not be denied.

"I-in her old room. From before you got married."

He left without a word in a mad dash. He did not think, he did not feel, he just ran. He ran until he was outside of the princess' old suite. His hand trembled when he moved to open the door, but he had to see. Forcing himself to open the door, he entered her room and his heart sank.

There, in all the finery befitting a princess, Lucina lay with her hands crossed over her chest. Robin's legs finally gave way as he approached the bed. She looked so peaceful, as if she were just asleep after a long day, but there was no breath in her chest; no steady rising and falling that he had become so accustomed to when he woke up early and could not bear to wake her.

He reached for her hand and took it in his own. It was cold. So very cold. Tears started to stream that he had not even realized were building. He had not even gotten to say goodbye. He wept bitterly as he leaned his head against their joined hands.

Robin did not know how long he had stayed there until the undertaker and his assistants came the next day for the funeral. With a little coaxing, they did manage to get him to leave, but he then just began to wander the castle halls aimlessly.

He felt so hollow. He could not think, he could not feel…he just was. No one said a word to him as he wandered about; they did not know what to say. What could they say? Any words would feel shallow and hollow. They did not know what he was going through. They still had their families.

It was not until it was time for the funeral that Robin finally stopped moving. It was a full royal ceremony, but Robin paid the extravagancy no mind for his eyes were focused solely on the casket being carried down the aisle. He did not even know who was carrying it. All he knew was that the love of his life was inside, and she would never leave.

He was on the receiving end of many of the typical "I'm sorry for your loss," type of sympathies, and he knew they felt for him, but he was just numb to it all. He just could not bear it, so he simply defaulted to not feeling at all. He spent the next several days after the funeral just like that. He functioned as if automatically. Never speaking, rarely eating. He spent his days in his room, alone.

Finally, Chrom decided that something had to be done, "Robin," he knocked on the door, but got no reply; not that he was expecting one, "Robin, I'm coming in, ready or not."

The first thing Chrom noticed upon entering the room was the smell. It reeked. Robin had clearly not been keeping up his hygiene which just added another element of concern for the tactician huddled in the corner.

"Robin," he picked the man up to his feet, "Come on, you can't keep doing this to yourself."

"Why not?" he looked at the exalt with dead eyes.

"Because, you have people who care about you, Robin, and we don't want to see you like this."

"Well," his eyes shown with a flicker of emotion, "I'm sorry if I'm making you feel bad, buddy, but in case you didn't notice, I lost my wife!"

Chrom grit his teeth, "You think I don't know that? You think we're not in pain too? I had to bury my daughter, Robin."

"But she was my wife," Robin spat back, as he regretted letting any emotion through as now he felt the deluge threatening to break through his walls, "She was my wife," he repeated in a softer tone.

"I know, and you have more reason to grieve than anyone, but you also have a daughter now. Have you even been to see her?" Robin looked down in shame giving Chrom his answer, "Don't tell me you blame her."

"No, of course not," Robin hastily replied before pausing and replying in a much softer tone, "I blame myself."

"What?" Chrom knew Robin had a tendency for self-blame, but this was…

"Think about it," Robin said too coolly as if he had already accepted the cold hard reality, or at least whatever version of it that made him the villain, "If she did not marry me, we would not have tried to have a family, and she would still be here. I killed her, Chrom. I killed your daughter. I killed my wife. I killed that little girl's mother…she deserves better than me."

"Robin, don't be ridiculous. What happened was a tragedy, but it's no one's fault. And no matter what you believe you're at fault for, that little girl needs her father."

"She needs her mother."

"Well, you're all she's got," Chrom rebutted firmly, "And I know Lucina would want you to take care of her. To be a father."

"I robbed Lucina of her time with her family, of her happiness. What right do I have to be a father to another?"

Chrom furrowed his brow before something on the end table caught his attention. He picked up the blue bound book and handed it to Robin, "I doubt Lucina saw it that way. Lucina loved you more than anything and I'm sure she didn't regret a moment of your time together. If you won't take my word for it, take Lucina's."

Robin's fingers fumbled as he grasped the book, "You may blame yourself and even think that she would have been better off without you, but take a look in there, and I'm sure you'll see that she would not have been happy without you."

Robin was too busy staring at the nondescript log in his hands to notice Chrom leaving him. In his hands was Lucina's journal. Robin had taken to keeping one in case he suffered another bout of amnesia and kept on even after learning the cause of said amnesia and that it was unlikely to reoccur. Lucina had seen him writing in it and had decided to keep her own after the battle with Grima.

Almost afraid of what he might find, he opened up the curtains to his room allowing the sun's rays to permeate his dark quarters for the first time in days. Once his eyes adjusted to his first major does of sunlight in days, he sat down and cracked the book open.

This is my first journal entry. To be honest, I am not entirely sure what to put in here, but after seeing Robin work on his, I just wanted to keep one of my own. Perhaps it is a sort of homage to him while he is gone. I admit that I do almost feel closer to him while writing this as silly as it may sound.

Robin smiled a little as he read that. She always was worried about appearing silly, but he honestly loved it when she lightened up. At times he would actively go out of his way to bring out her childish side.

He decided to read on a little more.

It has been three months since the battle with Grima, and still no sign of Robin. Others are starting to give up hope, but I refuse to believe he is gone. He promised me that he would always find a way back to me, and I believe that he will hold to that promise. No matter how many people give up on him, I never will…not again.

Robin's heart swelled a little at just how much faith she had in him, but at the same time it fell due to what he put her through. Not to mention that apparently that incident after their escape from Castle Plegia was still weighing on her. Was she still feeling guilty about that when she…passed?

Five months and still no sign of Robin. I still believe he will come back, but I do wish he would come back soon. I miss him, and I know I was not the wife I should have been during the war. Perhaps if I had just done the small things more often. How many days went by that I did not even tell him I loved him? What if…what if his bonds were not strong enough to survive because I did not show him how much I truly cared for him? No, I cannot allow myself to think like that. I will just have to make up for it when he does come back. He will come back.

"Oh, Lucina," he whispered to himself through his tears, "You were always perfect the way you were. I knew you loved me; just like I knew how much you had on your mind. Why didn't you ever tell me about this?" Though, he knew the answer: she knew he would blame himself. She always did look out for others.

It's wonderful! Robin finally returned yesterday! I did not write an entry since I was too excited and preoccupied, but he finally came home! I was ecstatic to see him, and he seemed none the worse for the wear thankfully. Now, we can finally start living our life as normally as we can. I just wish I could properly express how happy I am. It seems I am finally being allowed some happiness.

Robin gave a sincere smile. He remembered that day. He felt so bad for leaving her, but she held no grudge and showered him with attention for the next week. It was like the honeymoon they never got to have. He was truly happy, and he was glad to see that she was as well.

I learned some…interesting news today from aunt Lissa when I went to see her about my upset stomach. Apparently, it was not an upset stomach. It would seem that I am…pregnant. It is both exciting and terrifying at the same time. What do I know about being a mother? Will I be a good one? I wanted a family, but I wonder if I am ready for it. Though I suppose I shall find out soon enough. I do wonder how Robin will react though.

Those words were so bitter to him now. She would never get the chance to prove herself as a mother or to see the family she so wanted grow and prosper, "You would have been a great mother…I'm sure of it."

He read through the entries up until the day she went into labor and stopped upon seeing that there was one entry after that day. It was addressed to him.

Dearest Robin, aunt Lissa kept trying to dance around the issue, but I could see it in her eyes-I have seen that look too many times: I'm dying. She eventually relented and admitted as -much. I know that you will find some way to blame yourself, but I ask you not to. Every day with you made enduring the nightmarish landscape of my future worth every moment. I did not tell you nearly enough, but I love you more than anything, and I would much rather live a short life with you than a long one without.

I expected to die on a battlefield somewhere or to die of starvation or thirst in my youth, but bringing a new life into this world seems like a much better way to me-a more purposeful way. And what a life it is. Just looking at her, I know she is going to grow up smart just like her father. I wish I could see her grow up and mature. I wish I could get to know her and be the mother to her I never got, but I know you will be a wonderful father to make up for my absence.

My time is growing short. I am already feeling lightheaded and I know I am not long for this world. I just want you to know that I love you, and I am sorry I did not tell you enough. I do not deserve you. Even after I pointed my blade at you, you were quick to forgive me, and I am sorry for that again, it has weighed on me, but you never held it against me. I would ask that you find someone who makes you happy again, but much like myself back then, I doubt that you would agree. We simply love each other too much. I just wish we had more time, but the time that we did have was wonderful. I love you, and I cherished every moment.

The last few words were blurred by falling tears as Robin slowly closed the book and rested his forehead against it, "Why? Why couldn't it have been me instead?" the tears fell freely, "She needs you, Lucina. I need you. You were my everything. You are my everything," he wiped his tears, "But I'll try. I'll try and raise her into the young woman you knew she could be. I'll try to do you proud…my love."


Robin edged into the dark room. He felt around until he found what he was looking for. He looked down at his daughter peacefully asleep in the crib. He admired her there for awhile until he heard the door opening.

"Oh! Robin," Sumia, who had been tending to her while Robin was mourning, whispered, "I heard someone in here, and I thought I should check on the baby. I was hoping it was you."

"She's beautiful," Robin did not take his eyes off of her.

"She is," Sumia gave a light smile, "Have you given any thought to a name?"

"Morgan. Lucina always liked that name."

"It's lovely."

"Thank you," Robin finally looked at his visitor, "For taking care of Morgan. I wasn't a very good father to start, but…I want to be one for her."

"And I'm sure you'll be a good one," she put a comforting hand on his shoulder, "And I know this has to be harder on you than any of us."

"I don't know too much about being a parent. I do hope I can count on your help and advice."

"Of course. Anything to see my granddaughter grow up big and strong."

"You hear that?" he turned back to the crib, "You may just make it with Grandma's help."

Sumia looked at the new and heartbroken father then at the motherless child. They would need each other, but they would get through this. She just knew they would.


Robin stood back up and looked over the grave with its newly acquired flowers, "It hasn't been easy, but I think I'm learning." He laughed a little, "Morgan's been getting into everything lately. Just the other day I caught her getting into my tomes. Good thing she can't use them yet, but she's smart just like you said; it probably won't be too long before she figures it out. Might have to hide them."

"But she's strong too, just like you. In time, I may just have to test her for Falchion though I hope she never has to use it. When I look into her eyes, I can't help but see part of you in her. She definitely going to be beautiful too, but it also means I'll have to fend off the boys that much more when she's older."

His face fell a little, "I miss you. Not a day goes by that I don't think of you. I wish you could have lived to see Morgan grow up, but I'm doing my best. I'll make sure she knows all about her mother. How kind, brave, and beautiful you were and everything in between."

He looked up as the sun settled overhead, "Well, I should get going. Sumia's watching Morgan and she can be quite a handful. Especially with Cindy and Lucy," he gently moved his hand over the top of the marker, "I'll be back next week."

He solemnly walked away from the marker in the royal cemetery that read: She challenged her fate, and she won for all mankind. Here lies Lucina, warrior, daughter, wife, and mother.

A/N: So…sad yet? This is actually a bit different than the original idea. Mostly, Robin doesn't sink into alcoholism and end up in a bar fight with Chrom when he comes to talk some sense into him.

As for why Lucina did not tell someone to tell Robin to read her journal, she wrote that when she realized she probably would not be there when Robin made it back, so she slipped out of consciousness shortly after finishing it.

Anyways, so how was my attempt at an emotional piece. A little cliché probably, but hopefully it kept your interest. And don't forget to vote on a bigger story. If this one gets enough attention, I may do one about Robin and Morgan's lives.