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“And thus, Grima was sealed with the help of the Exalted Falchion, carried by the first hero king.”
Robin’s eyes shone and she crossed her arms on the wooden table, resting her chin on them “What happened afterwards?”
Morgana smiled gently and closed her book “Well, Grima was vanquished but did not disappear. In order to come back, they need a vessel, who bears the Mark.”
The child pointed at the back of her right hand “Like mine?”
The woman nodded “Indeed. And to make sure Grima would be sealed again if they were to reappear, their vessel decided to remain by the Exalt’s side. And since then, the Fell Bloodline and the Exalted Bloodline have lived in peace, side by side.”
“What happened to the sword?”
“The Exalt has it.”
“Is it why I am scared of the sword that Chrom’s dad has?”
The woman leaned across the table and brushed her daughter’s bangs out of her eyes “Yes. Your blood reacts to Falchion, and so does the blood of your cousin, your aunt and your dad.” Her smile faltered “Do you remember the two Laws of the Tied Bloodlines?”
Robin lifted her head and proudly recited the words she now knew by heart “The Fell Bloodline shall be passed down to a single heir only. The Fell Bloodline and The Exalt Bloodline shall never mix.”
Things would have been easier if she had stuck to the Laws. If she had fallen in love with someone else, if she had been more careful, if she had had an ounce of common sense, it would have never happened. Rules were made for a reason, they were there to keep everyone safe from harm, from the potential threat that she was.
And somehow, she managed to break not one, but the two Laws.