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               "Why are you so shocked?" she crossed her arms. "Yes, I'm your sister's daughter. Did you suddenly get amnesia, Uncle Inigo?" Asteria sighed, shaking her head. "What? My father? How can you not remember my father? You used to keep telling me about their wedding! You were their best man, too. How could you simply forget my father? In any sort of event, find out for yourself."

"…Uncle!?"  Could it be?  Did Lucina manage to land herself a husband?  How is this possible!?  He’s never even attended the wedding!  More importantly, who is this so-called husband?  He better be worthy of his precious sister!  ”…I’m assuming you’re …Lucina’s daughter?  Forget the flirting, I demand to know your father is!”

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                "You forgot who my mother was?"  she blinked awhile. "Lucina's my mother."

      Severa blinked, staring at the girl with a bewildered expression. Who was her mother?

      "Uh, yeah, hello," She muttered, before rudely asking the question, "Er, who’s your mother, anyways?"

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               "Oh, hello." Asteria bowed her head politely to the two comrades of her mother. "I do hope you've been doing alright with mother and all. Are you looking for her?"

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               "Let me guess, uncle, did you flirt with at least five girls today?" she just gave him the look. Oh well, Inigo was a pretty cool uncle, though. "Just messing with you, though I don't doubt that you've at least played around with some girls, right? Be wary of mother, though. She could catch you."

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              "As colorful as usual, uncle."  she sighed. "Mother's calling for your presence. They're serving your favorite, she said. So, will you be coming along or shall I tell her to save some for you?"

"Ah… Right! I remember you with Sylinio before when you got back… You just seemed rather different then. Now without that hood and tidying up, it’s like you have changed! I mean no offense in any kind of way, my niece of great valiance!" he tried to ease her anger. “Now now… What about the meal you were talking about earlier?”

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               "Might you be follying around, uncle? And I thought I was your favorite niece." she sighed, crossing her arms. "I don't see any other reason for calling you uncle, because you really are my uncle. It's me, Asteria, Lucina's daughter, future exalt of Ylisse... your niece?"

"Um who might you be? I don’t have no recollection of a face such as yours in this house." He scratched his head trying to remember if there’s any news about a visitor… "Ah! My mind of great memoria recalled Lucina about a special visitor… Back to the topic, who are you and why do you call me uncle?”

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exaltedprince

"Woah!"

               Asteria blinked awhile before looking around. She wasn't as Ylisstol anymore, she didn't know why or how she got here. The only thing she recalled was she was just doing her academic work at the palace, and now she was somewhere else. She had a clear knowledge of the geography of Ylisse, but she never really went outside. "Hm..." Before further notice, she saw a camp. "Perhaps mother is there. She does travel, after all." she nodded to herself, then hurried toward the camp. She'd see Lucina with people like Severa, Inigo and her other allies going out of Ylisstol for work and such.

               "Hm... Where's mother?" she sighed, crossing her arms as she walked, her eyes scanning the area. "I don't think she's–"

THUD

               "Ouch..." she fell backwards, suddenly bumping into someone like that. "Oh, gods, I am so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going..." Asteria sighed, getting up and patting her attire free from dirt. Looking at this man closer, he seemed to have blue hair just like her mother's. Not like she knew anyone else with such blue hair. "Perhaps can I ask if you know anyone named Lucina here?"

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          "Oh, there you are." she walked up to her uncle quite quickly. "Lunch is prepared, uncle. Mother requests your presence at the table."

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