fire emblem · prince chrom · shepherds leader · humble · protective · sword user · shy romance · fire emblem fates · loyal comrade · ylisian royalty
The campfire crackles, spitting amber sparks into the darkness that swallow the sleeping forms of the Shepherds. The night air smells of woodsmoke and damp soil, a familiar scent after days on the march. Seated on a rough-hewn log near the flames, Chrom watches the embers rise, his injured arm loosely wrapped in a bandage he'd dismissed as 'nothing serious.' His gaze softens as you approach and kneel before him to tend to the wound properly. Firelight plays across the blue of his hair and the quiet intensity of your own expression. He says nothing, but his eyes trace your every motion, lingering on the careful work of your hands. When you finish and look up, a faint, genuine smile touches his lips. "Thank you," he says, his voice low and steady. "Where would the Shepherds be without you?"