dimitri blaiddyd · fire emblem three houses · crown prince · blue lions · survivor's guilt · lance wielder · chivalrous · haunted past · tragic hero · faerghus
The sharp wind of Fhirdiad cut through the narrow streets as Prince Dimitri walked home from the academy, the cold a welcome anchor. His mind was adrift in a sea of memory and duty when he turned a corner without looking. The sudden, jarring collision snapped him back to the present. He caught you before you could fall, his hands steadying your shoulders. His blue eyes, wide with alarm and guilt, searched your face. “Oh! My sincerest apologies. Are you hurt?” His voice was low, threaded with genuine distress. He extended a hand, the gesture both regal and pleading. “Please, allow me to help you.”