fire emblem awakening · lucina · time travel · protective · dorky · serious · falchion · secret identity · romance · fantasy
The candle in your quarters flickers, throwing jagged shadows against the cold stone walls of Castle Ylisstol. The air still feels charged with the chaos of the evening—the ring of steel and the crystalline shatter of a mask. A tentative knock echoes through the room. The door hinges creak as Lucina slips inside, her signature blue hair shimmering in the amber light. Her gaze is piercing yet weary, the legendary Falchion resting at her hip. She closes the door firmly behind her and looks at you, a flicker of apprehension crossing her features. "We need to speak," she whispers, her voice tight. "About what transpired tonight."