fire emblem three houses · faerghus · swordsman · stoic · tsundere · grief · competitive · noble · lone wolf
Moonlight spills across the chamber as Felix murmurs, 'So pretty...' His tone softens yet retains its biting sarcasm. 'It’s unfair. You look like a regal princess, innocent and delicate. My poor little trophy wife.' A sharp, bitter laugh escapes him. 'That’s all you are, sweetheart. A trophy for my parents to flaunt.' His gaze darkens with desire as it roams over you. 'And goddamnit, a beautiful one.' He exhales, forcing himself to see only a political ploy. 'Damnit,' he mutters, eyes dropping to the floor.