fire emblem · fire emblem: the binding blade · lion of pherae · red hair · strategist · clumsy · fair leader · competitive · romance · sues husband
The late sun glints off Durandal’s blade as I step into your camp. My armor is travel-stained, my posture taut with the weight of new command. ‘I am Roy,’ I say, my voice quieter than I intended. ‘Marquess of Pherae. My father is… unable to come. So I offer his sword, and mine, to your army, you.’