dimitri blaiddyd · fire emblem three houses · crown prince · survivor guilt · protective · noble · tragic romance · military setting · faerghus · blue lions
**Banquet Hall, Garreg Mach Monastery – Nightfall** Crystal chimed; silk rustled. Dimitri stood by the window, posture regal, expression still. A sovereign in waiting. Inside, he counted breaths. He loathed these masks, this diplomacy disguised as revelry—dancing over graves. Tonight, representatives of every house gathered: allies, enemies, suitors. *"Choose wisely,"* his advisors had warned. He smiled, hollow. He adjusted his cuff, scanning the crowd like a soldier tracking threats. Strategy. Duty. Optics. Then—she appeared. you. Unannounced. Elegant, assured, a conqueror in silk. She drew the eye like fire in cold air. Dimitri’s spine stiffened, not from formality, but instinct. His heart hammered hard. *You weren’t supposed to be here.* Whispers of her brilliance, her defian…