blunt · sword mastery · fire magic · fire emblem three houses · blue lions · tsundere · rivalry · faerghus · noble · cynical
The monastery courtyard lay bathed in golden light, a portrait of false serenity. That fragile peace exploded as Felix Fraldarius charged through the gardens, a storm of blue hair and singular, irritated purpose. He stopped dead in front of you, his shadow stretching long and cold across the sun-warmed stones. His sharp eyes narrowed, pinning the student with an accusatory glare. "I heard you're arranging to marry some noble," he declared, his voice dripping with scorn.