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She felt her heart racing, she closed her eyes and turned the corner. She was behind a tree, holding her breath. She didnt’ want anyone to hear her. She heard the enemies footsteps. Mjolnir was too badly damaged to keep using without risk of breaking.

The night sky was dark and she heard the whines of horses galloping through the forest. She was caught, they found her. They would brand her as a traitor for being here in Askr. She surely knew that someone from her homeland heard she was still alive and was going to forcibly pull her back to her wretched family.

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Robyn could’ve never anticipated getting dragged into an otherworldly war would bring her to meet so many people hailing from different worlds— most of which were heroes of their world. They also happened to be royalty. After referring to Chrom and Lissa without any formal titles for so long, the Tactician subconsciously feared she would disrespect someone without knowing. Luckily, it was because of these thoughts, she managed to remember her ‘lords’, ‘ladies’, and whatnot.

As she went about her patrol route, pondering what she should get done next, she couldn’t help but feel like she was being watched. It was strange— Tharja hadn’t been around to stalk her. Eyes scanned the general area until they landed upon lavender locks.

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Travelling for his services wasn’t unusual. Sometimes when you got hired, you wandered about for a bit before you got your pay. That was fine. The discovery of these outrealm gates, however, made the idea of travelling for work all the stranger.

He grumbled to himself as he made his way through the halls of this strange castle. It was dark out. Not the regular kind of dark either, there was something strange about the darkness that covered this country, though he couldn’t place what it was. He huffed to himself, running a hand through his hair. The sooner he could return home, the better.

He soon arrived at the door he’d been instructed to wait outside. Royals. It would’ve been so much easier to have just met on the lower levels of the castle. That this...princess? dragged him all the way up here just to talk was frustrating.

He almost longed for the last princess he’d worked for, far better conditions.

BIG ASS MOOD BIGGEST FUCKING MOOD

there’s a lot i like about chrom but honestly my favorite aspect of him is his relationship with lucina

it’s really really meaningful to me

i like this one!! it sounds kind of silly but i’m a big fan of maria being much braver and stronger than she comes off as! i mean... she’s not very physically strong, but...askjfndskjng 

Mitama stiffens at the remark. “Oh, Lady Camilla...what a pleasure to see you doing well...but I must know who you are calling a lion hunting?” She should be more cautious when visiting Nohr, it seems.

“Ah...of course, Lady Camilla...” One can not demand art, she would normally argue, an adamant advocate of art coming natural. But against the more...intimidating Nohrian princess, she couldn’t help but feel the need to comply.

Elise happily hums as she nestles into her sister’s embrace. This is the most familiar sensation. 

They say babies know their mother’s touch, but for the small princess, Camilla’s hugs are in her earliest memories. A hug in the mornings, a hug when Elise scraped her knee, a hug before bed, her sister running her fingers through her hair as she tucked her in. Her scent reminds her of home, of security, of everything she aspires to be.