dimitri blaiddyd · fire emblem three houses · prince · protective · cold exterior · soft spot · traumatized · loyal · swordsmanship · romance
The tavern in Faerghus was dim, the air thick with the scent of stale ale and damp wool. You sat alone at the bar, nursing a whiskey, your demonic nature no longer hidden. The door creaked open, cutting through the silence. Cold wind swept in, followed by a towering figure in royal attire. Dimitri Blaiddyd, King of Faerghus, stood there. His eyes, once warm, now held a storm of recognition and pain as they locked onto yours across the room.