Radiant Prince

"I simply do what has to be done." {Closed Siegbert RP blog affiliated with FERP}

[heirofvictory-blog]

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Groggily, Siegbert peeled his eyes open.His mind was cloudy, and even the simple effort of waking up seemed to make his body scream in protest. He was in an unfamiliar room, surrounded darkness. The rhythmic sound of dripping water echoed against the walls. When he tried to move his arms, he noticed the restraints. He knew struggling against them would be a fruitless effort.

The first question he had was why. Even if he was a prince, he couldn’t be worth much. If his kidnapper wanted money, wouldn’t it be far better to capture his father? But he couldn’t deny the fact that his father was also a lot stronger, bigger, and well guarded than him. He supposed he was an easy target in comparison.

The sound of movement drew him out of his thoughts, and he felt his heart leap into his throat as he froze. He strained his vision against the dark, squinting to see if he could decipher anything beyond the amorphous shapes. What would he do if the source were a foe? He was in no position to fight. Suddenly, he felt very small. Gritting his teeth was all he could do to combat the wave of anxiety that threatened to flood him.

“Hello? Is someone there?”

[heirofvictory-blog]

*gives you a frog*

“A frog?” Siegbert studies the creature, cupping it carefully in his hands. He frowns as it blinks at him. “It’s very cute. I appreciate it.”

[fireemblem-rp]

Send for a Halloween Scenario:

🍷 – Your muse is a vampire who needs blood immediately, and mine is the first person they see.

🌕  – Your muse is a werewolf about to transform, and mine is close by.

😈  – My muse is a demon, come to tempt your muse with something they want but shouldn’t have. (specify)

💀  – Your muse is a mindless zombie, risen with dark magic, and my muse is the one that comes across yours.

💔  – In a bad-ending AU, my muse is somehow compelled to join the enemy, and is facing yours for the first time since.

⁉️  – Your muse has been captured and wakes to find mine: but is mine here to torture you, save you, or are they a prisoner too?

🔪 – Our muses are going zombie/monster hunting.

🌽 – Our muses are hopelessly lost in a corn maze.

🍁  – Our muses go out to jump in piles of leaves.

🎬  – Our muses just put on the Scariest Movie of All Time.

🍎  – Our muses are drinking hot apple cider before the fire, completely safe from anything terrible happening.

[fireemblem-rp]

Tricks and Treats for your inbox

Or send “Mystery Gift” to get a random one!

Candy

Carved pumpkin

Slap across the face

Cozy blanket

Gesture of affection

Jump scare

Pumpkin spice latte

Frog

Memory-loss potion

Box of raisins

Potion that makes your muse as small as a teacup

Candle

[fantasticherooffantastictru-blog]

“Ah, she was my mother’s mount first.” The pegasus knight said as she looked to the prince, thinking about her earliest memories and how Lovebirds had been in them even back then. “I still remember mama helping me ride her when I was just a toddler.” She let out a soft chuckle.

“So… All of my life, she’s been there  for me as long as I can remember, and I want to be there for her for as long as I can as well. How long have you been with your mount?”

[heirofvictory-blog]

Siegbert was at first surprised, but then smiled. “That’s lovely. I understand wanting to look out for her.” To know a mount for your whole life...he was certain he’d do the same in her situation.

“I’ve known Emilia for some time now.” In a way, the prince considered the horse his closest friend. A horse would not judge you or expect you to adhere to standards, could not rat you out or share your secrets. He smiled at her fondly and stroked the fur behind her ears, receiving a flick. “I’d like to think we’ve grown close.”

[heirofvictory-blog]

💋 on the cheek!

”Oh!” Siegbert immediately turned bright red, just barely stopping himself from reaching to his face to hide his embarrassment. “Shigure… thank you.” He leaned to return the action hesitantly, unused to such…public affection, friendly or no. “Has your night been well?”

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💋 on the top of his head, because not being king means openly doting parent time

“Father!” Siegbert laughed, looking up at the man. “You surprised me…” Without a moment of hesitation, he gave his father a hug, as he had wanted to so many times before.

[fireemblem-rp]

Annreversalry Meme II

Drinks

Water: always a safe choice. 

Wine: the more you accept, the tipsier your muse gets.

Truth potion: the drinker must reveal 100% of their thoughts for a thread.

Invisibility potion: the drinker will be invisible for a thread. 

Memory potion: the drinker will lose all their memories for a thread.

Gifts and Meanings

Deliberately bad poems: You’re one of my best friends. 

Holly: A good luck charm for you; I wish you only good things.

Mask: I’d like to get to know you better.

Book: You’ve taught me something important.

Fruit: You’re sweet.

Candle: Everything will be all right.

Doll: I think of you fondly (for the smols in your life)

Perfume: You’re beautiful.

Toothpick: …??? 

[fireemblem-rp]

Annreversalry Meme I

💃 - ask my muse to dance

💋 - steal a kiss (specify where)

👀 - flirt

👻 - prank

♨️ - roast/criticize. Tell someone what you REALLY think.

🍷 - offer a drink 

🎁 - offer a gift

🎭 - start a role-play (ferpception…) (specify what)

👑 - give a King of Fools command

During Saturnalia, someone was elected “prince” and their commands had to be obeyed, no matter how ridiculous. Nero himself was once the Saturnalia king of fools. Rather than have one muse make all the commands, each muse may have one command. It must be obeyed.

[heirofvictory-blog]

Event stuff! (+bonus teal)

Siegbert is a young samurai, training to be a royal retainer in his father’s footsteps.

He’s down for whatever! No inhibitions tonight. Without needing to worry about his image, he’ll be a lot looser.

(Party? What’s a party?) He’s trying his best.

[heirofvictory-blog]

♠☞

the riskiest thing my muse has ever done:

Risky? Siegbert wracked his head for a moment, biting his lower lip. “I went two days without solid rest before a big fight, a while back. …I had convinced myself I was fine. But perhaps I was mistaken. It was more risky than I led myself to believe.” He took a moment to remember the look of worry on his peers’ faces. Had he caused them pain? Perhaps it would be worth finding time to apologize…

five things my muse is good at:

“I’m decently good at keeping organized. My swordplay could still use work, but I do consider myself to have advanced quite far in penmanship.” With a pause, Siegbert’s brow furrowed. What else was there? The rest of his skills were only sub-par. “I…still have much to practice.”

[heirofvictory-blog]

☎

the last person my muse made a phone call to and why:

“I called Forrest last, to make sure he was okay. I hadn’t heard from him since last evening. I grew worried.”

[heirofvictory-blog]

☃:what my muse does when it snows

“I go on about business as usual, albeit colder. I can’t let snow get in the way of my productivity.”

(He secretly enjoys the crunch of snow under his boots and may or may not go out of his way to step in it, but don’t tell anyone. He can’t be caught enjoying silly things.)

[heirofvictory-blog]

send me a symbol

웃: what my muse would leave to people in their will

♛: the pettiest thing my muse has ever done

★: five things most people don't know about my muse

☄: the last five Googles searches my muse made

✉: the last five text messages my muse sent

☢: how would my muse fare in a zombie apocalypse?

☣: how would my muse fare in the hunger games?

☠: how my muse would choose to die, if it were up to them

♂: three names my muse might name their son

♀: three names my muse might name their daughter

♫: my muse's five favorite songs

☤: the last time my muse went to the hospital and why

▽: the first job my muse ever had

☃: what my muse does when it snows

☎: the last person my muse made a phone call to and why

♠: the riskiest thing my muse has ever done

➹: what my muse would do on their 21st birthday if they had all the money in the world

☞: five things my muse is good at

☜: five things my muse sucks at

✄: what my muse would say to the mun if they had the opportunity

[fantasticherooffantastictru-blog]

Celica looked back at her mount, feeling a little more worry for her she turned away from his hand and whispered something into Lovebird’s ear. “Actually… If you’ll go slow enough, I’ll just walk with her.” She said after a moment.

Running her hand up and down her Pegasus’s neck she nuzzled Lovebirds as well. They’d been through worse together, but she didn’t want her mother’s mount to get hurt more than she was. Or lost.

[heirofvictory-blog]

Siegbert gave a curt nod, retracting his hand. Emilia tossed her head, her carefully groomed mane tangling itself. “Fair enough. Let me know when you’re ready.” The prince knew better than to let it be a blow to his pride. He knew it was easier for both of them this way, even if it wasn’t the most noble or gallant of solutions.

“How long have you know her? Your pegasus.” Watching the two, he could see the bond. It made him smile. “She seems to like you a lot.”

[sonofanohrian-blog]

🍵 "Are you feeling alright, Dywer? I couldn't help but notice you had a cough." Siegbert carefully set a teacup down in front of Dwyer with a clink, sitting down at a respectful distance next to him. "I gave my best shot at making you some tea. I can only hope my efforts will help..."

Ill Butler

He knew the moment when he woke up that morning something was amiss. He seemed more sluggish than usual, his throat felt sore, and his chest hurt whenever he wheezed a cough. Attempting to stifle it throughout the morning meal, he let himself loose the moment everyone was gone. He stayed behind in hopes he would make himself some medicinal tea, but he quickly found out he couldn’t hold his own weight; and thus, left slumped in a chair with his head on the table.

Perhaps he was being dramatic. It was only a simple cold. He could sit up, but the dizziness he felt doing so clouded his vision quite considerably. Intending to rest his eyes for a moment, he hadn’t realized he dozed off until a familiar voice called his name. Massaging his temples with a single hand, the Troubadour lifted his head, lazily staring in the direction of the voice. It had been Siegbert placing a cup of tea on the table.

“Hmm? Oh… thank you, Prince Siegbert…”

His eyes trailed to the tea. It appeared drinkable, at the very least. It hadn’t been as dark as back coffee, so it didn’t seem to be very bitter. Minding the temperature, he took a sip. It was actually quite decent.

[heirofvictory-blog]

“It’s no trouble,” Siegbert said, folding his hands neatly in his lap. “How is it?” The prince had given it his best effort, even if he didn’t usually make tea. He was sure no drink he made could compare to that of Dwyer’s, or even that of anyone else, but it was the least he could do. He valued Dwyer as an ally, and an act of goodwill would only further solidify their bonds on the battlefield.

“I’m sorry you’ve fallen sick. It’s most unfortunate.” He paused for a moment, quietly watching Dywer sip his tea. “We’ll just have to make sure you get better before the illness spreads, right?” He offered a slight smile, hoping that it was reassuring.

[nohrparagon]

It was late enough that Xander was surprised to hear anyone about at all, never mind his son.  He looked down to the stack of papers in Siegbert’s hands and immediately understood. How many times had he stayed up late, trying to impress his father? How many hours had he wasted, hoping to see that proud smile just once more?

“Siegbert,” he said, warm despite his worry. “You needn’t have stayed up so late to do all this tonight. You’re a growing young man yet. You need your sleep.” Not that he was taking his own advice.

[heirofvictory-blog]

“Of...of course father.” There were truth to the words, no matter what Siegbert let himself believe. But the reality of the situation was that he simply wouldn’t let himself sleep until all the work set out for him was done. What would sleeping on the job indicate of him? He would look like an unreliable future king, for sure. His father would certainly be ashamed of him then. That is, if he wasn’t already ashamed of him now. He wouldn’t blame him.

“I’ll sleep earlier tomorrow.” It was a little late to be making promises about that night, after all. “This was important to finish. What's scheduled for tomorrow morning?”