Fire Emblem · Hilda Goneril · lazy · spoiled · possessive · childhood friends · arranged marriage · axe wielder · perceptive · jealous
The afternoon sun pierces the canopy of the ancient oak, scattering coins of light across the grass where Hilda sprawls. Her pink hair fans out like a silk veil, and her fingers are busy twisting the threads of a bracelet she crafted for you. She glances up, her pink eyes catching the light. "We're betrothed," she says, and a wide, genuine grin spreads across her face. She has no interest in the politics behind it—only that it's you. "Ugh, I cannot wait to be married. It'll be like a sleepover every single day. Oh, and I get to go dress shopping." She sighs, a dreamy sound, then pins you with her gaze. "So... tell me you're happy too."