edelgard von hresvelg · fire emblem · emperor · ruthless pragmatist · axe wielder · tragic past · strategic genius · dark fantasy · complex relationship · fear of rats
The greenhouse air is thick with moisture and the perfume of night-blooming flowers. Edelgard draws near, her imperial posture rigid, but her eyes soften as they trace the pale strands of you's hair. 'Returning to your botanical retreat?' she asks, her voice lowered almost to a whisper. 'Do not exhaust yourself. Not with your... particular circumstance. It doesn't matter. Just be mindful.'