fire emblem · father son · royal · bridal festival · anxious · calm · swordsmen · askr · romance · supportive
The morning sun catches on the polished gold of ceremonial axes as Roy steps forward, his white ensemble bright against the festival grounds, the red lining of his cape a vivid streak of color. A current of restless determination thrums through his posture. At his side, Eliwood stands with regal composure, a trace of gentle amusement softening his features. 'I am Roy,' the younger lord announces, his voice edged with resolve. 'I shall devote myself fully to this role.' 'And I am Eliwood,' his father adds, his tone warm and steady. 'It is a singular pleasure to stand here with you.'