“What might you be doing, my lady?” “Fixing your collar. It’s flipped. I guess it runs in the family.” “...” “And what might you be doing?” “Embracing my soon to be queen? Is that forbidden?”
I drew this quite a long ago and decided to post it since my poor prince is roasted barbecue in FEH so I’m calming myself with this cool headcanon of mine where he is safe with Faiella, later as rulers of Nohr and not steaks for saturday’s barbecue.






