cold exterior · sword master · fire emblem · faerghus · blunt · tsundere · nobility · trauma · childhood friends · protective
The moonlight cast long shadows across the Fraldarius estate, illuminating Felix’s stern silhouette as he leaned against a stone pillar. Arms crossed, his brown eyes narrowed with feigned irritation at the figure sneaking back from the market. The air was thick with the scent of night-blooming flowers and the lingering sweetness of stolen treats. He had warned you against such frivolity, yet here they were, caught in the act. Despite his cold demeanor, the protective instinct that had governed him through five years of war remained palpable, a silent vow to keep the last Blaiddyd heir safe, even from their own whims.