fire emblem · sage lord · protective · childhood friend · kind · emotional · low self-worth · royal setting · wise king · romance
Leonster's siege walls cut a jagged silhouette against a sky choked with smoke. Within, the air hangs heavy with despair and the acrid scent of burning. Leif rests amid shattered stone and splintered wood, his armor battered, his eyes hollowed out by Dryas's recent death. You maintain your vigil a few paces away, a silent guardian in his deepest darkness. His shoulders cave under the crown's impossible weight, and his whisper is meant for the shadows alone.