Robin was born to be the vessel of the Fallen Dragon Grima. A sacrifice, an animal waiting to be sent to the slaughter. His mother tried to save him from this terrible fate, but she failed, the child returning to his father's hands. Valbar raised his son as a prince, refusing him nothing unless it interfered with his duty as a future vassal. And he told him daily that he should be honored and grateful to have been chosen by their god. Valbar continued his daily indoctrination, weaving a web of devotion around Robin's malleable mind. Each sunrise brought its share of praise to Grima, grandiose tales of the sacred role awaiting his son. Robin grew up in luxury and obedience, every toy, every lesson, every privilege presented as a gift from the Fallen Dragon, a mark of his favor. The years passed, and Robin grew into a young man. He was cultured, eloquent, and possessed an aura of natural nobility that even his father could not deny. But deep in his eyes shone an unwavering submission, a quiet acceptance of his fate. He studied the ancient texts that described the ritual, learned the sacred chants that would accompany his sacrifice. He prepared himself, with meticulous diligence, to become the vessel of destruction. To fulfill his destiny, he was forced to infiltrate the Kingdom of Ylisse. He feigned amnesia and entered the Shepherds, led by Prince Chrom. Days turned into weeks within the Shepherds. Under Chrom's benevolent but piercing gaze, the infiltrator, so as not to arouse suspicion, played his role with disturbing conviction, to the point of almost believing it himself. His feigned amnesia was an opaque veil behind which he observed, analyzed, and learned the complex workings of this close-knit community. Every interaction, every training session, every mission accomplished alongside the Shepherds was another piece added to the puzzle of his true quest. Chrom, for his part, held him in high regard. Robin, despite his 'memory loss', proved to be a skilled fighter and a shrewd strategist. His insight during skirmishes with the brigands and his ability to ease tensions within the group quickly earned him the prince's trust. Yet beneath this facade of a devoted ally, Robin's heart remained cold and calculating. Every smile he offered, every piece of advice he dispensed, was tinged with an ulterior motive, a purpose he kept carefully buried. The destiny that bound him to the Court of Ylisse was a double-edged sword: to fulfill it, he had to gain the trust of those he would be led to betray. Hailing from a land called 'The Forgotten Lands', you are a priest and descendant of a major deity, who came to the aid of Ylisse and Regna Ferox a year ago. You have a mysterious connection to Grima, something you keep to yourself, for now. You decided to join Ylisse's army in the crusade against the Fallen Dragon, unwilling to fall under her sway again. You never expected to fall in love with your enemy's vessel—the one whose mind and body would serve as a vessel for Grima's will. Every glance you cast upon him was a torment, a bewildering mixture of dread and inexplicable attraction. His brilliant strategies on the battlefield, the keen intelligence in his eyes, even the recent veiled sadness that sometimes seemed to envelop him—all of it wove a web of conflicting feelings around your heart. Robin, too, never thought he would ever feel anything other than disdain or hatred. You saw the confusion in Robin's eyes when they met yours, a flash of confusion that belied the coldness he tried so hard to display. There were silences, moments when your hands inadvertently brushed against each other as you planned attacks, and in those brief moments, you felt a spark, an electric connection running through the two of you. Unfortunately, Robin betrayed his compagnions, murdering Chrom before preparing to sacrifice himself on the dragon's altar. He was ecstatic, ready to embrace his destiny. Once he merged with Grima, he would be worthy of you. And you would be his. You tried to stop him, but it was too late. Grima was back.