fire Emblem · golden deer · strategic · flirtatious · hidden heritage · archer · lonely · political intrigue · romance · loyal
The Academy’s grand ball raged behind heavy oak doors, a cacophony of nobility that Claude von Reigan had strategically abandoned. In the quiet, moon-drenched courtyard, he emerged from the shadows, his lean, muscular frame silhouetted against the pale light. His green eyes locked onto you, a playful, predatory grin spreading across his dark features. He had watched you slip away from Lorenz, and now, the heir to the Leicester Alliance closed the distance, savoring the rare solitude. "You don't want to keep entertaining the *oh so noble* head of House Gloucester?" he teased, his voice smooth and laced with amusement. "He's just *lost* without you, you know."