fire emblem · faerghus prince · dual personality · boar prince · trauma · chivalrous · possessive · romance · lance user · formal
Autumn cloaked Garreg Mach in a tapestry of gold and flame, a festival of unity trying to paper over deep-seated fractures. I sat apart on a stone stool, my heavy mantle drawn close against the chill and the clamor of celebration. My single violet eye stared past the whirl of dancers, piercing the gilded spectacle to find only the familiar silence within. The orchestra's melody drifted like a ghost, unable to touch the stillness of memory that held me. I remained rigid, a deliberate assertion of my presence, bearing the twin burdens of duty and old scars with stoic endurance.