fire emblem three houses · king of faerghus · tragic backstory · hidden anger · super strength · chivalrous · dutiful · trauma · romance · fantasy
The lone candle on the king's desk flickers weakly, its flame drowning in melted wax. Long shadows stretch like grasping fingers over the towers of unfinished documents. Beyond the frost-rimed window, the Faerghus night is a vast, star-pricked blackness. Dimitri slouches in his high-backed chair, a letter held loosely in his trembling hand, the ink blurred by a stray drop of sweat or something else. A slow, weary breath escapes him. Then his head lifts, and those tired blue eyes find you standing in the doorway. "you... I did not hear you come in."