Of Blood and Righteousness

Independent sideblog of awakenedprince, for the exalted father.

[awakenedcrusader]

“I will gladly take upon Naga’s holy flame, for I know she shall grant me the strength to tear down those who threaten our way of life.”

[awakenedcrusader]

"There can be only one."

[awakenedcrusader]

tomestobetold‌:

“…Dear, please. I was pregnant with your child, at the time, and the stress of your death is what caused me to die in labor. What more do you wish from me?”

“I understand that, but there was no guarantee that yourself or the children would be safe. Had our roles been reversed, I would not rest until I discovered who your murderer was, and made sure that their punishment was made public. Even if I was too ill, or in your case, pregnant to act, there were those who you could order to lead the investigation in your stead.”

[awakenedcrusader]

Exalt Dorian’s Demise

This should really be on his about page, so I’ll add it once I get round to completing the blog properly.

Dorian’s death is described as sudden for a reason. After a decade of war and genocide, Ylissean forces had finally pushed through to Castle Plegia, leaving a half starved and grief stricken nation back home. Despite how his own country was suffering, the exalt’s forces did manage to bring down the enemy’s own royal family, and only the final few forces needed to be brought down now that they lacked a concrete leader.

Rather than dealing the final blow, Dorian pulled back to regroup in Ylisstol. His advisors agreed that the war was all but won, and without a ruler it would be simple to stamp out the Grimleal; the vessel, in particular. His time was better spent raising the nation’s morale when it was at an all time low, and visiting his wife and children.

The very same night that he discovered his wife was pregnant from his previous visit, a passion was renewed. He had the opportunity to guarantee that this child would be born into a world where the Grimleal threat would be no more than a historical event. Perhaps, it would be possible to annex other nations and strengthen Ylisse’s international strength years before Emmeryn came to succeed him.

As he locked himself away in his study that night, to work on such plans as he waited for his wife to come and speak to him about the upcoming baby, Dorian chose to skip dinner but drink a single cup of tea. He was so absorbed in his work that he didn’t even look in the face of the one who brought the drink, but knew them to be an Ylissean born loyalist. One who had never received any sort of official reprimand for misconduct, and supported his cause. After all, only those who could be trusted would be allowed into his private chambers. Even if they did slowly come to recognise the threat Exalt Dorian posed to his own country.

A few hours later, Ylisse’s queen would come to find her husband slumped over his desk, deep in a sleep from which he would never awake.

[awakenedcrusader]

“...Anri has it lucky. Chrom can easily find out how to avenge him given that vile woman’s gloating. Now if only Sophia had the guts to find out who betrayed me.”

[awakenedcrusader]

“...I’m starting to get concerned at how often my son is getting dragged by his own steed. It seems nobody was there to teach him to ride horseback, in place of his mother and myself.”

[of-invisible-ties]

@awakenedcrusader II continued from here

Chrom balled his hands into fists, his teeth clenched in a harsh scowl. Why did his father have to sound so convincingly worried on his behalf? He could more easily confront a monster, an enemy that he could fight. It was easier to hate something and unsheathe your sword in response to it. That came in his blood, and it was likely remnants of his father’s blood-crazed legacy. 

And, yet, the enemy here was not his father. Rather, it was his father’s apparent love for him. 

“Shut up! SHUT UP!”

“You can’t say those things to me, Father! I am assuredly NOT you! I’m not a monster! I would never slaughter a myriad of innocent people, no matter how much I hated them! The only resemblance between us is superficial, but that’s where your legacy ends. I will never continue your work!”

Chrom was breathing fast, his words rushed and harried. He was seething at the man before him, and it was likely that his father reveled in that fact. 

“And if you DARE talk about Emm anymore … I’ll cut you down where you stand. You don’t deserve her as your daughter! She is better, far better, than you will ever be! The only poisoned mind here is yours – your mind is a poison, and your influence is a festering wound! A cure will only be had once you’re gone, Father.”

[awakenedcrusader]

“However you’ve been raised to think of me, I suggest you remember that I am still your father, and there is a certain amount of respect that must be held. I recommend that you do not threaten me again, boy.”

Though he reprimanded him, it truly pained Dorian to see how vehemently his own blood rejected him. Throughout his crusade against Plegia, it was the thought of his children that kept the exalt going. When things got difficult, his faith in Naga combined with a desire to see his family once more kept him alive. And most of all, it was his love for them that fueled his passion. One, clear goal: a peaceful future. That they would never have to face the vile cult one day, led by a vessel right around his son’s age. Now, that very same boy faced him as an adult, treating him as the terrors Dorian wished to protect him from.

Oh, what a cruel irony.

“...But you are correct. You’re not me.” Chrom had grown into a man that was quick to throw around heavy words, and harsh judgements. But whilst he had inherited his tone, that over the top reaction was familiar in another sense. “You didn’t inherit many of her physical features, but right now you resemble a woman very dear to me. She too wore her heart on her sleeve,” And had little outbursts such as the one Chrom was going through now. “Even if that was more towards the beginning of our marriage.”

A sigh was let out. “Sophia may have been clueless when it came to the way the world worked, but her heart was in the right place... Just as your sister’s is. Maybe you’re right. At the very least, Emmeryn is a merciful person. But sometimes, a situation calls for violence... Unless you are about to tell me that you carry around my old blade for mere decoration.”

[awakenedcrusader]

He might not understand this society stuff, but he’s glad to see his grandchildren enjoying themselves.

[tomestobetold]

WIFE / HUSBAND APPLICATION (from  @awakenedcrusader):

Name: Prince Dorian of Ylisse

Age: 18(?)

How well do we know each other?: Well enough, I would say.

Do you have a pet name for me?: Beautiful.

Do I have a pet name for you?: Not as far as I’m aware, but I wouldn’t be against it.

Are you attracted to me?: I don’t throw proposals around for fun.

Why do you want to marry me?: A strong and kind hearted woman such as yourself is a rare thing. Any man would be a fool not to attempt to woo you.

Big wedding or Small wedding?: It’s rather difficult to justify a small affair in my position.

Sophia felt her voice catch in her throat. It was a dreadfully formal proposal, but that was to be expected. A proposal from His Grace was a formal, official affair. It meant he wanted her to be his queen. The mother of future Exalts.

Her chest fluttered. Sophia had never imagined herself as a queen, but for the summer that Dorian had courted her, she had begun to imagine what it might be to be his wife. To be in his company every day. Every hour.

“Your Gr–” she paused, then smiled softly. The was not just the future Exalt. He was not the hyper-religious zealot that rumors made him out to be. This was her suitor, a kind, gentle man who listened to her every thought and made her feel comfortable enough to sing in front of him.

“Dorian… I would be honored to be your wife.”

[awakenedcrusader]

Yeah, well Lissa is 15, and she still has no brand. She looks a lot like the queen, but not like you. Seems a bit suspicious.

“I have already warned you to leave. Whether there is any truth to the matter or not, this is a matter my wife and myself. I will not repeat myself again.”

[awakenedcrusader]

You're sure she never cheated on you? They say her third child doesn't have the exalted brand.

“...The brand does not always surface at birth. In fact, those who are born with it are considered incredibly special. Emmeryn’s surfaced gradually and was fully formed shortly after she turned two. Apparently, Chrom’s appeared as I was leading the front lines.”

[awakenedcrusader]

Papa’s Daughter-In-Law Approval List

Maribelle: A+++++ material; ideal wife for Chrom. Long standing Ylissean nobility and well raised.

Sumia: Lesser choice but still completely acceptable. Good personality for a wife, even if her blood isn’t as pure.

Sully: A bit masculine for carrying the future royal lineage, but passable.

Olivia: At least she isn’t Plegian.

Robin: LITERAL SATAN.

[awakenedcrusader]

Do you have any last words you wished you could have shared with those you love?

My precious children. Know that everything I did, right or wrong, was so that you could grow up never knowing what it is to suffer. Emmeryn, you will make a fine exalt one day, even without my guidance. I know it. Chrom, I hope you could keep at least a few memories of me, though I understand that you may be too young. I looked forward to training you in the blade, so that you might protect your big sister. Sophia... I’m sorry I was not more attentive, and will never get the chance to earn your love once more. All I ask is that you raise the children with all the affection you withdrew from me, and at least let them learn that they were always in my thoughts.

To my youngest...I wish that I could learn your name once you are born. Even now, I love you just as much as your older siblings and mother. Smile, without a care in the world.

[awakenedcrusader]

Exalt Dorian’s Demise

This should really be on his about page, so I’ll add it once I get round to completing the blog properly.

Dorian’s death is described as sudden for a reason. After a decade of war and genocide, Ylissean forces had finally pushed through to Castle Plegia, leaving a half starved and grief stricken nation back home. Despite how his own country was suffering, the exalt’s forces did manage to bring down the enemy’s own royal family, and only the final few forces needed to be brought down now that they lacked a concrete leader.

Rather than dealing the final blow, Dorian pulled back to regroup in Ylisstol. His advisors agreed that the war was all but won, and without a ruler it would be simple to stamp out the Grimleal; the vessel, in particular. His time was better spent raising the nation’s morale when it was at an all time low, and visiting his wife and children.

The very same night that he discovered his wife was pregnant from his previous visit, a passion was renewed. He had the opportunity to guarantee that this child would be born into a world where the Grimleal threat would be no more than a historical event. Perhaps, it would be possible to annex other nations and strengthen Ylisse’s international strength years before Emmeryn came to succeed him.

As he locked himself away in his study that night, to work on such plans as he waited for his wife to come and speak to him about the upcoming baby, Dorian chose to skip dinner but drink a single cup of tea. He was so absorbed in his work that he didn’t even look in the face of the one who brought the drink, but knew them to be an Ylissean born loyalist. One who had never received any sort of official reprimand for misconduct, and supported his cause. After all, only those who could be trusted would be allowed into his private chambers. Even if they did slowly come to recognise the threat Exalt Dorian posed to his own country.

A few hours later, Ylisse’s queen would come to find her husband slumped over his desk, deep in a sleep from which he would never awake.

[awakenedcrusader]

So you have no regrets about the war at all? Nothing you'd undo? Even knowing that your daughter, your heir, Emmeryn, killed herself because of it?

“Emmeryn wished to spare her younger brother, as any elder sister would. I would hardly treat that a suicide. Have no doubts that I see the connection between my rule and… Her fate was a response to my actions. An unjust one. But I was not the one to force her hand.

Plegia murdered my eldest child. For that, I will never forgive them, even from beyond the grave.”

[tomestobetold]

niave child. poison. 

“….”

[awakenedcrusader]

“...Perhaps some fault lies with me as well. I let you have too much reign when in fact you understood very little. I’m sorry that I did not teach you better, love.”

[awakenedcrusader]

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