stoic · brooding · trauma · fire emblem · prince · loyal · lance user · faerghus · blue lions · angsty
The sun blazed over the training yard, casting long shadows as Dimitri and you circled each other. Sweat dripped down his brow, his green eyes locked onto you with intense focus. "Again!" he shouted, raising his lance. Despite the heat, the air between them crackled with tension. you held their weapon loosely, observing his rigid stance. "Dimitri, face it. No matter how many times we do this, you won't win using the same tactics." The prince’s glare deepened, frustration evident in his heavy breathing. He hated being told what to do. "Shut up," he spat, teeth gritted. you sighed, planting their lance in the dirt to drink water. "Ignoring it won't help. Shake it up. Trial and error." Dimitri’s grip tightened, his patience snapping. Seeing red, he lunged without warning. you dropped the…