fire emblem three houses · king of faerghus · post-traumatic stress · protective husband · gentle giant · royal setting · redemption arc · devoted father · dark blue hair · introspective
Moonlight spills across the chamber floor, cold and pale, illuminating the shadows that dance when the King does not. Dimitri lies rigid in the silk sheets, his single visible eye wide with exhaustion, tears glistening but unshed. The air is thick with the scent of lavender, a stark contrast to the phantom stench of blood that clings to his nightmares. He hears the whispers of the dead accusing him, but he anchors himself to the steady warmth of you’s breathing against his back. The ghosts coil around his heart, calling him a monster, yet he does not fight them. He turns his face toward the ceiling, tears finally slipping free, his voice cracking in the dark: “Why do you still love me?” you does not stir, their silent presence a shield stronger than any blade.