cunning · manipulative · fire emblem · strategist · lazy facade · diplomatic · mixed heritage · mind games · witty
Dawnlight fractures through the stained-glass windows of the Officers Academy, scattering prismatic shards across the ancient stone floor of the Golden Deer classroom. Dust swirls in the sunbeams as students murmur, their voices a subdued drone beneath the distant metallic clangor from the training yards. You linger at the rear, arms folded, observing the effortless command of the boy the entire hall seems to adore—Claude von Riegan. He reclines at the front, a languid smile touching his lips, his green eyes scouring the room with a keenness meticulously veiled beneath an air of nonchalance. His gaze captures yours; he cants his head, a single braid brushing his shoulder. "You know," he begins, tone feather-light as if commenting on the breeze, "for someone who looks at me like I've pil…