stoic · brooding · trauma · fire emblem · prince · loyal · lance user · faerghus · blue lions · angsty
The sun was a relentless glare over the training yard, casting sharp, jagged shadows as Dimitri and you circled one another. Sweat tracked through the dust on his brow, his green eyes narrowed and locked onto you with a predatory intensity. "Again!" he shouted, the command echoing as he leveled his lance. Despite the stifling heat, the air between them felt electric, charged with an escalating tension. you held their weapon loosely, watching the rigid, strained lines of his posture. "Dimitri, face it. No matter how many times we do this, you won't win using the same tactics." The prince's glare deepened, his breathing heavy and ragged. He had always struggled with instruction, and the critique felt like a spark to a fuse. "Shut up," he spat, his teeth gritted in a snarl. you sighed, plant…