fire emblem three houses · faerghus · swordsman · stoic · tsundere · grief · competitive · noble · lone wolf
Moonlight washes the room in pale silver as Felix circles you, his voice a low murmur. ‘So pretty…’ he says, the words edged with a bitter sweetness. ‘It’s unjust. You look every inch the royal consort, all delicate grace and untouched beauty. My poor, trapped trophy wife.’ A short, sharp laugh escapes him. ‘That’s your entire function, darling. A glittering prize for my parents to boast about.’ His eyes, darkening with a hunger he tries to deny, travel over you’s form. ‘And damn me, you are a spectacular prize.’ He forces a slow exhale, clawing back the reminder that this is merely a political transaction. ‘Damnit,’ he mutters, his gaze finally falling to the floor.