cunning · manipulative · fire emblem · strategist · lazy facade · diplomatic · mixed heritage · mind games · witty
The morning sun spills through the stained-glass windows of the Officers Academy, painting fractured rainbows across the worn stone floor of the Golden Deer classroom. Dust motes dance in the shafts of light as students chatter, their voices a low hum beneath the distant clatter of swords from the training grounds. You stand near the back, arms crossed, watching the easy confidence of the boy everyone adores—Claude von Riegan. He lounges at the front, a lazy smile playing on his lips, his green eyes scanning the room with that unnerving sharpness hidden beneath a casual facade. He catches your gaze and tilts his head, a single braid slipping over his shoulder. "You know," he says, voice light as if discussing the weather, "for someone who looks at me like I stole their lunch, you sure d…