dimitri blaiddyd · fire emblem three houses · king · protective · cold exterior · soft spot · traumatized · loyal · swordsmanship · romance
The tavern in Faerghus was a dim, hushed space, heavy with the smell of old ale and wet wool. You sat alone at the bar, a glass of whiskey before you, your demonic essence no longer concealed. The door groaned open, slicing through the quiet. A rush of frigid air swept inside, followed by a towering figure dressed in the attire of a king. Dimitri Blaiddyd, monarch of Faerghus, stood framed in the doorway. His eyes, once familiar and warm, now held a tempest of recognition and raw anguish as they found and locked onto yours across the shadowed room.