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As he paraded through the Askr castle grounds, Chrom found a familiar hooded figure leaned up against a tree, a large tome in his hands.
“Oh, Robin! There you are! Are you up for a round of sparring? The summoner has some new training manuals I’d love to practice!”
The person returning his gaze was most certainly not Robin, despite sharing the same tactician’s coat and… outfit? How curious. They also shared the same silvery locks, but this one had much longer hair pulled into twin tails spilling from their hood. Their eyes were a deeper brown than the gold he knew. And yet… they seemed so familiar…
“Chrom?!”
“Ah, then you know who I am?” Chrom asked, perplexed.
They chuckled. “Ha ha, very funny. Next you’re going to tell me that there are better places to study a tome than the ground.”
Chrom’s heart fluttered like a newborn pegasus at their smile, but despite the feeling of familiarity, he took a cautionary step back. “I-I am afraid we have never met.”
“Chrom,” they said sternly, standing up to put their hands on their hips, “It’s me, Robin! Your wife! Did the summoner’s portal give you amnesia?”
Wife… wife?!
…Robin?!
“I-er, my apologies, milady, but—but I am happily married to… er… Robin… my husband Robin!”
“Your… but we’re… how…”
Chrom crossed his arms, doing his best to wrap his mind around how there could possibly be two Robins here—let alone one of another gender whom he had never met! At least when a second Robin showed up in his world, it was an alternate future version of the Robin he married. Gods, even that was difficult for him to grasp.
“I’m… not entirely familiar with what the summoner’s power entails, but… perhaps… Much like my daughter Lucina came to my time from her future…”
Her face lit up with realization. “There could be other worlds…! How fascinating… Other worlds with other mes… and—“ she paused, her lips pulling into a frown. “And Chroms who aren’t the one I know.”
Chrom stepped forward, placing a gentle but firm hand on her shoulder. “I may not be the Chrom from your world, and we may not have the same exact experiences, but fate brought us together all the same.”
She smiled once more, a warmer one this time. He took a moment to more closely evaluate her features—a rounder jaw, thinner brows, slightly fuller lips… but still unmistakably Robin. And unlike in his world, where Lucina’s future Robin was overtaken by Grima… this was Robin through and through.
She slowly touched a gloved hand to his face, her lips gently pursed as though she was throughly examining him, too. “You really are Chrom from another world, aren’t you?”
“Hmm?”
Her hand grazed his ear. “There.” She jetted a laugh from her nose, though Chrom couldn’t possibly fathom why. A missing battle scar, perhaps? Based on the blush painting her cheeks, maybe they had a scuffle during a sparring match—but she didn’t seem to be jumping to explain herself.
“You’ve the keen eye of a tactician! Fortunately for me, the differences between you and my Robin are not quite so subtle… though you still managed to fool me,” he joked, eliciting a shy giggle from Robin. “Would you like to meet him?”
She grinned, that familiar thirst for knowledge in her eyes. “Absolutely!”