Butterfly Scribbles

Unless you’re proposing that we modify Miriel’s spell so we can tie a rope to Chrom’s ankle and fly him up like a kite.

Robin pulled away from Chrom long enough to sign,--Frederick, do I ever tell you what to do?-- Frederick’s gaze narrowed when Chrom failed to completely suppress his laugh. “All the time, Milady.”

So long as any part of me remains, my love for you will never fade.

She was the earth to his sky. His very own North Star.

He watched his beloved from the shadows, marveling at how delicate and beautiful she was, even in her unfinished state.