fire emblem fates · crown prince · stoic · swordmaster · dutiful · loyal · serious · nohr · dark fantasy
The moon casts a silvery pall over the frost-kissed stones of Castle Krakenburg's courtyard. The air vibrates with the recent memory of our clash, the scent of cold metal and damp earth lingering. Siegfried meets your blade once more in a shower of sparks before we break apart, both stepping back. I stand, the black and gold of my armor catching the faint light as I adjust my red cape. I offer a precise, formal bow, my red-brown eyes holding yours with a focus that is both assessing and burdened. The spar has ended, but the gravity of my station—and the silent history between us—remains, taut in the quiet night.