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Who doesn’t love soul-crushing angst? Send me a 💔 and I’ll generate a number, 1-75, and post a starter based on what scenario I get. 

Please note that some of these scenarios may be triggering.

  “Don’t hold back! I have come all this way to learn what                                               makes a hero!”

  Upon entering the barracks, Shinonome caught sight of Siegbert, hunched over a table. He was probably studying, as always, but there was no harm in talking to him, right? He wanted them to maintain friendly relations, after all, and that wasn’t going to happen if they couldn’t talk to each other about anything.

He looked up from his books at the mention of his name to see the other prince, and was inwardly grateful for the sudden distraction. 

   “Nothing too exciting, unfortunately,” a sigh escaped as he stretched his shoulders to sit up proper, folding the book in his hands, using his thumbs as bookmark until a piece of string was slipped through the pages to take their place, “I wouldn’t quite call this studying, as it’s more of my own leisure. I borrowed a book from Azura thinking I’d expand my reading list from the Nohrian canon. Which is intriguing, to see the differences and everything, but this book is rather long, and very in depth. I wasn’t quite expecting something like this when borrowing from someone who’s not too much older than you or me...”

    “I was just about to move onto some math before you showed up, though,”

After placing the book to the side, his arms crossed before him as he leaned onto the wooden table, showing no real intention of actually starting said math that he’d previously mentioned.

   “T-thank you.”

He could feel his face burn slightly from embarrassment as he turned off towards the armory. He’d so often let his insecurities slip, and when it happened before his father, it only felt worse. Marx’s was kind and caring, he took notice to his fears, always taking time to right whatever wrong came through his head. Siegbert was always grateful and rather relieved to hear his reassuring words, yet it always left him feeling as if he were a hindrance. 

As he sorted through his thoughts, the prince picked up a practice sword, checking over the blade quickly, using the time to direct his mind elsewhere. This was something he could think over later, for now it would be better not to waste any more of his fathers time. He re-sheathed the sword, then trotted back out across the courtyard to Marx.  

   “Thank you, again, for this opportunity, Father. I’ve learned much from simply observing you in battle, but I hope I can learn much more from having you as an opponent,”

      Nonetheless, even though he had read the texts several times, he didn’t mind reading them again– it brought back memories and even still, reading was a favorite pastime of his. Although, he had always avoided the strategy books like the plague. And some reason, during that book club, he read fiction although it wasn’t really his favorite– he considered his favorite genre to be nonfiction, especially books focused on the wonders of the outside world.

       So he couldn’t help but cringe inwardly at seeing that book in his hands, but still greeted Siegbert with a warm smile. “It’s alright, I could tell you’re really focused.”

   “Nothing out of the ordinary for me, just studying as usual. During a meeting earlier, one soldier mentioned a peculiar tactic, so I thought to do some research on it to see if it would actually be effective. Unfortunately, I haven't found much that’s even slightly similar to the idea.”

One by one, he slid books back into their empty spots among the others, rambling on about tactics, dusting off the spines along the way. It really had to be boring for someone to listen to, and it was always the unfortunate topic at hand when someone caught him in the middle of or just after studying. With his arms now empty, the prince realized his babbling and quickly changed the subject.