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Frederick wished it was a lie.. he wished he could tell Lucina that it was merely a joke; but there was no place in his heart for such humor. If only Frederick had been there to guard Robin from the attack that felled her, she would still be alive -- of that, he was sure. Instead, he could only watch as he attempted to rush to her side..

As Chrom transferred the body to another Shepherd, he instructed them to lay Robin in her bed... and to start the preparations for her ceremony. Of course, Frederick would take the lead in the arrangements... as soon as he was done caring for the remnants of the family.

He stood still, watching as Chrom approached his daughter; he knew he could not interrupt as the consoled each other. He stood quietly, watching over the two. It was a time for mourning, not just for Chrom and Lucina, but for every Shepherd. 

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗(wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗(hoping for a romantic relationship)

// Death is odd for her and her people. They’re a very spiritual race, not exactly having one/multiple gods. It seems to be that they find comfort in personal truth, and Zyre believes in a Karmatic system. She wants to believe strongly in the afterlife and reincarnation as a choice. She believes in spirits and Magic as well. 

♜~ Rook

Inspired by this

Kellam was wandering the camp after everything was set up. He wandered off, helping out where he could before spotting the princess wandering off. Kellam could tell that she didn’t look up to par as of late. As if something was bothering her. The man quickly followed the woman.

He walked up, hoping that he was making enough noise to be notice as he stayed a few feet away.

“Princess?” Kellam asked in his soft voice, upheld, addressing her as royal. “Are you alright?” He asked once again in a soft voice.

Robin paused, knowing that the topic she was about to bring up might not be the most pleasant, but curiosity burned bright within her, and as she glanced over at Lucina, she found the words slipping out without another thought.

Send ☭ x for a vs. battle quote to your muse || Accepting.

Battle Intro: “A spar? Heh, you’re on!”

Victory: “Looks like the scales have been tipped in my favour.”

Half HP: “I’m not done yet!”

Low HP: “U-ugh, man, you sure aren’t making this easy.”

Defeat: “Well, if I’m being honest, this is what I expected.”

Death: “U-ugh… Gods, that may have been a bit more than a… S-spar…”

Assist: “Gladly would I fight by your side. Let us take up sword!”

Taunt: “Heh, I’m always three steps ahead.”

Reacting to Taunt: “You haven’t even begun to watch my strategy unfold.”

Flee: “Nope. Looks like I’ll need a new tactic…”

Reacting to Flee: “Well that’s certainly not like her to flee… Was I that good?”

Tie: “Well fought!”

Perfect Victory: “How are you supposed to protect Chrom if you can’t even protect yourself?”

Low HP Victory: “Huff… Well, that was quite the battle…”

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Ylisstol is still at this time of night, which is essentially the most that anyone can ask for these days.

Gerome stands straight and tall, his figure outlined against the torches of the watchtower behind him. Minerva’s a dark, ridged shadow at his back, curled up and resting from battles fought earlier that day. There’s hardly any lights lit in the capital. It’s...quiet.

From the edges of his eyes, Gerome gives the princess a look.

“...How much more must I tell you to sleep before you will listen? I can manage sentry duty without you.”

He’s taciturn as ever, and he doesn’t really expect her to listen to him any more than before. He rolls his shoulders and suppresses a sigh, allowing his eyes to scan the horizon instead of focusing on her.