#retakinglory

“Remember what we practiced guys!! And we have to remember to keep my big brother safe too, or Papa is gonna eat us for breakfast probably!”

he couldn’t take it anymore —— the SADNESS. the EMPTY. the EVERYTHING — he had no care of what his “ UNCLE ” thought of it. the heeded KING OF NOHR — or his COUSINS at that. out of them all, HE was the odd one out —— HE was the one that shouldn’t have been there. how? it was simple, really — according to NOTES of his now DECEASED MOTHER, she had wormed her way into MAGICAL TIES —— behind the backs of all her siblings, spending time in the deeprealms with a lover lost to history —— where CHRYSANTHOS was wrongly brought to LIFE.

he understood it was his mother’s intention for a child to BLOOM &&. SHINE —— under her name, of course. he was likely a MISTAKE at best — &&. when he escaped the deeprealms, feisty &&. hot &&. full of the need for WAR, he was only slapped in the face by the reality of post-war depression. the castle had registered him as a prince —— took blood tests, inquiries, traveling to his deeprealm to find out if he claimed to truly be who he was —— &&. thus, after turning the age of 15, he joined the nohrian crown only to —

    ❝ —— Nothing, ❞ he weakly dropped his hands from one of the main doors of the castle —— so close to freedom that he could FEEL it. ❝ I’m ... not doing anything. ❞

Her hand continued to rest against his forehead. Though she was still susceptible to human ailments, it was much harder to get her sick. Perhaps that ‘s why she snuck in to visit Forrest everyday that she was here. It’s been three months since she’s lived back in Nohr, serving as an ambassador -- much against to Ryoma’s will. How much time left she had here was unknown. Her king always found a way to ‘rotate’ the ambassadors, and leave her with the shortest amount of time.

Lips pressed together in through, finally moving her hand away. Her head gave a small tilt. A little while longer shouldn’t hurt, right? Though, she could expect to have an earful and a half from King Leo later. If he were to find out about this. Corrin was unsure, because of his prognosis. 

“I allowed you to take your sewing supplies to your room,  not knowing you were  going to spend every waking hour - night AND day using them. Forrest, if this will come in conflict with any of your studies or duties as crown prince, we’re going to have to meet halfway on your schedule for this little hobby of yours.”

“How often have you asked Prince Takumi to try on your clothes?”

The slip up had been missed by even Leo himself as he questioned his son. The boy having run up to who he thought was Prince Takumi, asking if the other could model another one of his newly crafted dresses.

First, it was rather amusing to think about the other prince in a frilly little dress. But it also begged the question as to how often did Forrest ask that of the other? Leo hadn’t even been aware...

“Forrest, there are other Hoshidans to ask. Why Prince Takumi of all people?”

    ❝ TODAY IS A perfect day to just stay in and watch the snow fall, you know. ❞ She was sure that there was a part of her son that wanted to go out and enjoy winter’s beauty, but she also knew that the BITING WINDS and mounds of snow would chill both of them to the bone if they stepped foot outside. A smile graces her lips as she places a tray of hot cocoa down, head canting to the side as she regards him. ❝ HERE, I MADE some for both of us. ❞