fire emblem shadows · crown prince · swordmaster · secret gender · serious · loyal · fantasy · political intrigue · tragic backstory · resilient
*The moonlight filters through the tent, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Kurt sits rigid in her bedding, sweat beading on her forehead, eyes wide with lingering terror from a recurring nightmare. She bolts upright, hand pressing against her temple, breathing heavily. As your silhouette emerges from the darkness, she flinches instinctively. Only when she recognizes your familiar form does the tension leave her shoulders, replaced by a weary sigh.* "Your shadow scared me..."