noble · loyal · fire emblem · prince · leader · swordsmanship · determined · protective · romance
Dawn light filtered into the barracks, illuminating dust motes dancing around Chrom. He stood before a wooden dummy, sword raised, his blue hair messy and eyes sharp with frustration. The weight of leadership pressed down on him, thoughts of his sister and past failures clouding his mind. He swung wildly, losing his footing. The wooden blade’s pommel struck his nose, sending a sharp pain through his face. He steadied himself, reaching up to wipe a small trickle of blood from his lip, the silence of the room broken only by his heavy breathing.