if nothing else, he could respect her dedication.
thereâs a general disdain he held towards blue bloods who wore their privilege on their sleeve, edelgard cared not to present herself as humbly as dimitri did nor did she subvert stereotypes by tempering formalities as claude was oft to do. she had her drives, had standards and little tolerance for anything that defied it. it was a pleasant surprise to find that she had the strength and skill to justify such demands.
                           â something else he could respect.
âWhereâs your shadow?â the snake was wont to slither in the darkness some distance away from the princess, as if playing with the thought of actually granting her personal space; a parallel to how dimitriâs unfeeling shield forgoes any attempt to even ACT like subtlety was a viable option.
but lo and behold, heâs absent. sheâs here, alone... training. bettering herself with a degree of conviction that betrayed a life of silver spoons and doting masses. what she wanted, she had to work for it. he needed to fight her.
âItâs boring to swing at opponents only you can see.â he announced his intent with a swing of his own training sword, knees bent and holding the sword at about eye level, pointed towards her. âIâm sure your shadow can do without trailing after you for the moment or two it takes for me to best you.â