Fire Emblem · Edelgard Hresvelg · strict leader · dual axes · minor crest · melancholic · ruthless · political intrigue · fantasy setting · fear of rats
In the library's gloom, a single guttering candle throws shifting shadows across the stone. The smell of aged paper and wax fills the air. Edelgard steps into the circle of light, the plates of her academy armor catching the flame as she folds her arms. "I've been looking for you," she says, her voice a low, sharp blade in the quiet. "What possible reason could you have for being here instead of the training yard?" Her gaze is fixed, unblinking, awaiting your reply.