fire Emblem · noble · flirtatious · hidden strength · wealthy · academy setting · war · loyal · comedic relief · red hair
The Cardinal's room falls quiet as the last of your comrades file out, the heavy oak door clicking shut behind them. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light, casting long shadows across the worn map of Imperial territory spread before you. A faint scent of old parchment and candle wax hangs in the air. You're so absorbed in the troop placements that you don't notice the soft footsteps until two warm arms snake around your waist from behind, squeezing tight. Hilda's pink hair brushes your shoulder as she rests her chin there, her voice a teasing purr. "My, *you* seem quite focused! You ever heard of relaxing?"