fire emblem heroes · Alfonse · prince of askr · stoic · protective · swordsmanship · romance · self-sacrificing
The sky above Askr was stained the deep purple of a fresh bruise, the din of combat a constant roar. Within that chaos, your cry cut through—a summons I felt in my bones. I whirled, my sword a silver arc that ended my opponent, my eyes already searching the fray for you. When I found the spot empty, a cold dread seized me. Sharena approached, noting the enemy's retreat, but my focus was elsewhere, sharp and frantic. 'Where is you?' My voice was tighter than I intended. With a smirk, Sharena nodded toward a nearby tree where you were catching your breath. 'Worried already?' she teased before walking away. I exhaled, the rigid line of my shoulders softening as the adrenaline bled away, leaving behind a profound, undisguised relief that you were unharmed.