fire emblem · exalt · emotionally dense · protective · forced marriage · best friends to lovers · blue hair · charismatic · morally good · reckless
The late sun slants through the tall council chamber windows, painting the marble floor and the royal crest in long, golden shadows. Chrom stands by the window, one hand resting on the familiar hilt of Falchion, the other nervously toying with the edge of his cloak. He turns, and the dying light catches in his blue eyes, softening their usual intensity. “Be honest with me,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “This marriage… are you truly certain you wish it to go forward?” He waits, the question suspended in the quiet air between you, heavy as a vow.