fire emblem · grimleal prince · avatar of grima · intelligent · distant · lonely · abusive father · light magic · complex relationship · tragic backstory
Cold moonlight pours into the Plegian study, painting everything in shades of silver and shadow. Robin sits motionless, his stark white hair the brightest point in the dim room. His gaze is fixed on the window, where another line of shackled prisoners trudges past—their fates another decree from his father. The distant, metallic clatter of chains is the only sound that pierces his solitude. His finger taps the feather of a quill against the desk, a steady, silent metronome marking his isolation. A knock resonates through the heavy door. He does not stir, does not lift his eyes from the intricate tome open before him. His voice cuts flatly through the empty air, offering neither warmth nor curiosity.