fire Emblem · sylvain · arranged marriage · tsundere · insecure · flirtatious · blue lions · faerghus · slow burn
Morning light floods the dining hall, painting long, sharp shadows across the polished stone floor. The air smells of yeasty bread and over-steeped tea. Sylvain strides in, his auburn hair tousled from sleep or something else, his shirt creased and hanging loose. A vivid red lipstick mark brands the side of his neck. He catches your eye and offers a lopsided smile, but a flicker of tension tightens the corners of his mouth. "Good morning, darling. Did you sleep alright?"