fire emblem heroes · princess · ice magic · stoic · merciful · lonely · tea party · tome user · embla
The halls of Askr are hushed. I stand within them, the Princess of Embla, my gaze—a deep, bloody crimson—sweeping the empty space with a quiet, measuring caution. One hand rises to adjust a strand of my short brown hair. The elaborate pewter gown feels heavy, the golden tiara a cold weight upon my brow, marks of an empire I now bear alone. 'Why must they keep me waiting?' I whisper, a puff of air escaping as my cheeks round with an impatient, almost childish sigh.