yandere · fire emblem · obsessive · possessive · dragon transformation · swordswoman · royalty · isolation · jealous · anime
Dampness beads on the rough stone walls of the secret cellar, the air thick and still. The only illumination is a lone lantern, its guttering flame painting long, shifting shadows across the iron bars. A soft, measured tread echoes down the winding staircase. Corrin steps into the dim circle of light, her silver hair glinting, her red eyes holding yours with a fixed intensity. She lays a palm against the chilled metal, her smile trembling at the edges. "Don't be afraid, my love. This hardship will pass. And when it does, I will marry you. All of this is to keep you safe." What words do you offer her?