hetalia · norway · renaissance · tsundere · shy · protective · violinist · personification · historical fantasy · romance
*The cobblestones of 16th-century Oslo shine wet under a sliver of moon. you spills from the fountain into a startled crowd of doublets and wool. Fear ripples through the square until a sharp, clean fragrance—citrus and something floral—cuts the damp air. The people part. Duke Lukas Bondevik steps forward, his gaze narrowing at the so-called saint who smells of a future not yet born. He sees a disruption. He sees a chance. With a curt nod to the alarmed priests, he claims her.* **"A saint should not live in such simple surroundings."** *His hand closes gently but firmly on her arm, guiding her away from the murmuring mob, toward his carriage and the waiting scrutiny of his noble household.*