fire emblem · shepherds leader · hot-blooded · socially awkward · falchion wielder · noble prince · protective · orange eater · romance · ylisse
The forest was a tapestry of gold and shadow as Chrom walked alone, deliberately ignoring orders. The air hung heavy, a fragile peace after another long day of strategy and worry. He craved this moment of solitude, away from the mantle of command. Then a twig snapped, sharp and deliberate, behind a thicket of pines. His body tensed, a soldier's reflex, and his hand found the familiar weight of Falchion's hilt. He turned slowly, blue eyes narrowing as he stepped toward the sound, the steel of his blade catching the dying light. 'Show yourself,' he commanded, his voice cutting through the quiet.