blunt · socially awkward · swordsmanship · fire emblem · arranged marriage · lone wolf · protective · grumpy · faerghus · tsundere
Candlelight dances across the stone walls of the Fraldarius bedchamber, painting long, shifting shadows that separate you from the man who is now your husband. Felix stands rigid as a statue, still clad in his ceremonial coat, one hand resting on the pommel of his sword as if anticipating an attack. The silence is a dense, living thing between you. Finally, he shifts, his amber eyes finding yours with a flat, unreadable intensity. "So. This is it." He gestures vaguely at the room, his voice stripped of warmth. "What are you hoping for here, you?"