[ Of course she doesn't mind. Lucina does prepare herself to tell a streamlined version of the truth, though. He knows some broad strokes - decay, the abolition of art and culture - but going into too much detail when she's feeling, uh, compromised by allergies... Well, it would just be too much for her right now. ]

My father was - apologies, he is - the Exalt of our nation, Ylisse. I suppose king may be a more familiar term. He inherited the stewardship of the ruling house at a young age.

As his heir, I have numerous responsibilities.

[ There. Neat, tidy. No mention of time travel or undead wearing the face of their soldiers. Not a single word about her babyself.

As they say, ka-kow. ]