as a man who will be king, i must find a way

Innes from Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones. Black Eagles student. Affiliated with The Officers Academy. Icon by seraphblossom on bsky

[surebow]

Surebow — a private roleplay blog for Innes from Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones. Black Eagles student at Garreg Mach. affiliated with The Officers Academy. wielded by Cyan (he/her/they idm) also available on @peerlesssamurai (Ryoma) & @radiantpaths (Ike)

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(last updated: 21/05/2026)

KEY NOTES:

He's taken some time post game. After feeling like he hasn't grown, he's sent off to Garreg Mach to become more fitting to rule. (Read: his father sent him here and he's pissed off about it, but Hayden feels Innes still has much to learn.)

[surebow]

wanted plots - herald

hello! not looking for much this month as i'm trying to catch up on stuff. Discord DMs preferred, or you can ping me in #plotting, or just IM me if all else fails!

you can also DM me random ideas that you have, i literally don't mind, i just like writing LMAO

Ike (unaffiliated)

if you need any unaffiliated stuff, hit me up

compromising video - i think if your muse was the one being blackmailed, Ike could come along as a bodyguard. mini combat kinda thing?

the FEH stone - listen to me. i will take this so many times. i really, really wanna do:

Shadows!Ike

Dark Burdens (YES VILLAIN ARC)

Emblem Ike

an AU where Ike didn't have to give up the life of nobility

Ryoma (unaffiliated)

if you need any unaffiliated stuff, hit me up

FEH stone thing - okay yeah. i just wanna talk about Birthright/Revelations Ryoma. i think it could be fun. sniffles

Innes

compromising video - you could blackmail this man 100%. or it could all be bull.

FEH stone thing - baby Innes... this might work better with a muse who does know him and sees this annoying, snippy kid and you can kinda see why he is how he is now???

[sybellion]

whole house mad

closed starter for the all stars team @grxstnnefealltoir @liaytolisia @surebow @magisolsmiles @sanakialtina | ethereal ball 2026 - "sequester" i guess

[sanakialtina]

"Pleased to meet you, Rowan's sister and Innes's… friend," the empress offers dryly. "Everyone, kindly step back for a moment."

Making sure that those who can spare the attention to listen to her are not a toe out of line, Sanaki casts a quiet Fire, as precisely as she can manage. With a sizzle and a burst of light, the five onlookers and the refreshments table are enclosed in a ring of ash.

"This is the neutral zone," she declares. All proper conflicts should have one, after all. "Step out if you wish to involve yourself directly. And I hope the combatants understand that if they violate the zone's sanctity, retrubution will be brutal," her eyes glow gold for a moment, "and swift."

…That's one order of business taken care of. Onto another---Sanaki picks up the bowl of corn snacks, extending it to the other girl. "I don't know if I agree," she replies lightly, popping a kernel into her mouth. "Rowan will have the advantage of initiation. I've seen the first punch throw Innes's game far off enough, and he's an archer, to boot..."

[stormofembla]

The smell of soot greets Bruno when he looks down at his own shoes, the edges of his clothing singed by flame — but he doesn't look bothered as he lingers still against the walls of the room. His mask is unyielding as it stares with a hollowness, even if what lies underneath are questions that will only remain unanswered in his gaze.

'Understood' is conveyed through compliance.

Most of these faces he recognizes. There is familiarity when he looks at both Rowan and Innes, an itch in the back of his skull that only deepens with Sanaki's commentary. First punch, and Bruno pulls his lips into a thin line, but he tries to soften it at the murmurs from the beverage table.

Perhaps there is enough judgement already floating around; perhaps, too, it is improper for Bruno to add onto such judgement when he is merely a distant observer. A glance back to the beverages, then to the corn snacks, then to the fight — and Bruno crosses his arms and finds his own corner in the flames to watch. ( Eventually, realizes: most of these faces are recognizable, even if he may not know the people who don them. )

[sybellion]

Although part of him knew that people wouldn’t be quite on his side, it still felt a little disappointing to see Lianna and Darios just remove themselves from the situation altogether. It was his fight, his problem, but…he was just used to having his sister and best friend backing him up even in his stupidest endeavors. At the same time, he didn’t exactly blame them terribly either.

In the end? It only took a glance at Innes’ snotty face and condescending tone for all that worry and low morale to evaporate into thin air. All those eyes watching them like it was some spar session at the training grounds didn’t matter, whatever sliver of embarrassment he might have felt at some point no longer mattered either.

The young king grit his teeth. “Nobles like you are pathetic because you do nothing but dress up like a doll and talk like you’re better than everyone!" Reaching the limit of his patience- or rather feeling like whatever threads of logic that had been holding him back had crumbled to dust, Rowan advanced towards Innes with the strongest right hook he could muster- straight to the archer’s jaw.

“If you don’t want your clothes dirty then go sit in a shelf and gather dust! You're just decoration!”

The other punch was ready and set.

[surebow]

Innes isn't of a violent sort. That's what he told himself when he used to challenge him back when he was a child. It's what he told himself before walloping an ally. It's what he tells himself now as a fist collides with his jaw, and anger surges through his veins.

Innes holds his jaw for a few moments, stung. He works the muscles until the pain begins to fade. He can collect himself. He can patch up his ego and scrape his dignity off the floor. He can laugh and say look, look at how low the boy stoops.

He can do that.

Or he can grab Rowan by his shoulders and slam him against a wall.

"Listen here, you miserable little whelp," Innes busses. "It is about time someone taught you some manners." Before Rowan can react, Innes punches him square in the stomach.

[sybellion]

whole house mad

closed starter for the all stars team @grxstnnefealltoir @liaytolisia @surebow @magisolsmiles @sanakialtina | ethereal ball 2026 - "sequester" i guess

[grxstnnefealltoir]

Sanaki's rundown of events paints a much clearer portrait of what's happening now. In the back of his throat, Darios hums and considers Bruno's question. Is there a cause for concern? Were this any place other than the monastery, likely. But of course it is not and within these halls, this little scuffle would likely stay.

He can't pull Rowan away from this, in the end he will have to make his own choice and Darios can't so easily interfere. As he stands and quietly guides Lianna to the beverage table, he hopes she understands his reasonings as to why.

"As the empress says," he speaks with a heavy tone for the other onlookers to hear. "We just happen to be here."

If someone else stepped in, he'd scruff them. There's no telling how much worse the issue would become if left to fester.

Another flute of champagne finds his gloves. "That said, any guess as to how this ends?"

[surebow]

"Wh- Ewan?"

Innes could ignore all other voices; the chatter of the court is normal for a man like Innes. Ewan, however, has a certain voice that Innes cannot ignore. He looks over, only to find Ewan, Darios, Sanaki, Bruno, and that boy's sister. None of it is important.

"Only pigs and the despondent resort to fistfighting," Innes says, "and I am neither. Go on, lay your hands on me, and prove me right. You are more angered by me than I could ever be by you."

Would he react differently if eyes weren't on him? No, he very much doubts it.

"You started it by dirtying my clothes in the first place. Please, do escalate it and show the good people that you weren't raised right, and were in fact dragged up like the pig you are."

[surebow]

[ SQUIRM ] - Some may recognize the blanket that's been laid out in a momentarily-unoccupied corner of one of the dance halls. On it are rows of circles separated by color. Off to the side is a wooden board with an arrow pinned in the center and divided into four quadrants with colors and labels: right hand, right foot, left hand, left foot. Spin the arrow and put the respective appendage on the corresponding color. Just be careful not to step on any of your fellow players in the dark!

Innes is not here to play games. He's here to - well, why is he here? To put on a good show, he supposes, for himself and for Frelia. It's not going terribly, all things considered.

His ability to keep himself kind and charming and normal is only taken aback a little when he sees there's some sort of game going on. It's not quite dark, but it's clearly tucked away from where any faculty can glance over and see.

Innes folds his arms in contemplation. Then, he sees L'Arachel - thank the gods, someone who might see sense.

"L'Arachel, look at this," he says, with a click of his tongue. "We should inform the faculty immediately about this."

[far-from-common]

L'Arachel is not surprised Innes is eagar to show her something; surely, whatever it is he gets up to shall be made even better with her companionship. And, the same is true in reverse, she supposes.

She glances over to what caught his attention and sees a bunch of party-goers... well, she is not quite sure what they are doing; whether some weird dance practice, or a game she does not understand.

The one thing she DOES understand is that Innes is being a spoilsport.

Though, as she looks on, she cannot help but agree with him on this one; imagine if she were fully occupied with dancing, mind only thinking of moving her body in the most graceful of ways, only to trip over one of these people!

"Mayhaps instead of the faculty we can direct them somewhere else?" She offers a compromise. "If this is already being done rebeliously, our attempts to crush this rebellion may open us up to retalliation." She shakes her head.

"Surely there must be a spare room or two somewhere; this academy is far from miniscule, after all."

[surebow]

He huffs, incredulous. "You would allow this to go on? This cannot be appropriate. This is a ball, not- not a brothel."

He gestures to the twisted forms in the dark. Bodies are entangled together in a way a dance could not. Leave room for Seiros, unless they can get away with it in a darkened corner.

"Look at them. The way they are..." He shudders. "It's inappropriate. If we move them to another area, do you know what they could get up to?" Innes gestures, but he's not even sure what his gesture is supposed to be.

"Illegitimate heirs are a growing problem, L'Arachel. As royals, you and I cannot encourage this. We must put a stop to this, before worse can come of it."

He looks around for any faculty that he can easily spot, but there is no one he can see. Yet. He could ask L'Arachel to keep watch while he went to find someone, but he doesn't wholly trust she will have his back on this.

[macnaradhaigh]

@surebow sent: [ RENAIS ] - A choreographed dance from rural Renais. Two rows of partners stand opposite of each other, dancing as they move closer and away from each other like waves upon a shore.

Once more, an unfamiliar dance with an unfamiliar face. Once more, a social pleasantry simply for the sake of being pleasant. The princess glances over her companion's shoulder to observe other pairs--what the leader is doing, how the follower is moving. The steps are new, and yet familiar somehow. She is on the beach, celebrating the return of warriors from their journey across the sea. Ocher eyes begin to close as she relives a memory of salt spray filling her lungs. Her feet move intrinsically, following the measure of the music. She--!

Petra's eyes jolt open as she feels a shoulder connect with her chest, forcing their air out. She blinks, and her visions of rolling hills, of bluffs, of open sky as far as the eye can see shatter. The burn of raw skin brushing up against her heels anchors her back in the ballroom, standing across from a noble gentleman whose name she hasn't caught. Her shoulders tighten.

"Apologies, my lord. Thank you for the dance." Her voice is clipped and not her own as she watches herself pluck a hyacinth from her bouquet and offers it to the young lord.

[surebow]

The girl doesn't seem to pay Innes much mind. He doesn't know if he should be insulted or not. He supposes sometimes there are bigger things to think about than whether or not one is keeping pace with a dance.

He decides he should let his mind wander, too. It's not like it's any particular bother if someone has little interest in him; his only interest is forging political relationships. After all, he's never been good at making and keeping friends.

A brief thought flashes through his mind; thoughts of home. He yanks it aside.

"There is no need for apologies," Innes says. It's not as if he really minds. He accepts the hyacinth and adds it to his own bouquet, before taking one of his hyacinths and offering it to her. "This exchange is silly, no?"

[surebow]

Without any foreward, he takes a swipe of the glob on Innes’ shirt and pinches it between his thumb and index. That’s snot, alright! And not just any snot — he takes a long sniff and his eyes glow — it’s—

“Human snot!” Laughter. “Pegasus spit one day, snot another — I think you’re starting to be my favorite tissue!”

But what really excites him the most is the fact that it’s human, so quieter, Henry adds, “At the end of the night, could I get your shirt? You could do a whole lotta cursing with a bit of someone’s snot! Make their nose run — literally! — or make their nose bleed or…”

Hm, maybe that’s enough. He trails off.

“…Please? I can give a flower in return — or my shirt, too!”

Innes just wants to leave. Perhaps he had been too petty, but come now, Rowan did deserve it. He wants to go to the bathrooms, but of course, Henry appears like a bad smell. Speaking of smells, why in the gods' names is he sniffing the snot?

"What?" Innes isn't sure which part he's saying what to - the action, the shirt, or the fact Henry wants to curse people with Rowan's snot. Maybe Henry could curse Rowan, come to think of it. Innes isn't so petty. Is he?

"If we swap shirts now, I'd happily let you keep mine." Anything to get the slime off of him. "And a hyacinth, of course, would be yours to keep." Really, there are no losses here.

[surebow]

“Does this mean I’m no longer the worst person you know :D”

"It's very stiff competition. You're among one of the worst." Maybe Innes should throw his globby shirt over Ewan.

[sybellion]

whole house mad

closed starter for the all stars team @grxstnnefealltoir @liaytolisia @surebow @magisolsmiles @sanakialtina | ethereal ball 2026 - "sequester" i guess

[liaytolisia]

"I'm sorry, what did Rowan do at the Battle of Eagle and Lion?"

She was coming over because she had spotten Darios after Rowan had walked away from her. Lianna's frustration at her brother hadn't faded yet, and was apparently to grow more. Her brother was being petty, that was what she was hearing. Still, she could only sigh in defeat at this point, Rowan had stopped listening to her the moment he got it into his head that Innes had told her.

Completely disregarding that maybe she had SEEN what he did.

"I am so sorry my brother is causing a scene..." she sighed. "I swear he knows better."

Now she had to prepare herself to step in the middle of something. Arrgggh...

[stormofembla]

... causing a scene ... knows better ...

There are voices coming from the hallway around the staff room. Specifically, the spare one — inconvenient enough such that most faculty inherently avoid it in their day-to-day. But given the sudden disappearance of all the padlocks, Bruno is already pulling a face: it must be attendees, most likely students, who are trying to find their way in—

He turns the corner, and it is not. He blinks as his frown dissipates, the question in his eyes obscured as his gaze finds Darios first, Sanaki second, and an unfamiliar face third.

"Greetings." A little clipped and awkward. It sounds like more of a question than it is a statement.

Bruno takes a few steps closer to the huddle, eventually growing close enough that he notices the empty flute in Darios' hand ( it was nearly full just moments before, wasn't it? ). He clears his throat, furrowing his brows again, as his head turns to meet all three of them. "Is... there a cause for concern here?"

[surebow]

Innes has since removed the glob of snort from his shirt - ignoring what someone has decided to do with it - but it still feels gross.

He isn't surprised when he ends up in a room with that boy again. He would cross his arms, but the dampness on his chest is already too disgusting. Instead, his arms are at his side, hands balled into fists.

"I'm not afraid but, as you say, actions have consequences. It seems the consequences are quite dire if you're so angry with me." A wry smile touched Innes' face. "I don't need to fight you; it seems I have already won."

[surebow]

noble expectations

TOA Ball 2026

[lunaestice]

Ashe had decided, this would be the song where’d he’d put himself out there. It would’ve just been sad if he put in so much effort to attend the a ball just to stand on the sidelines the whole time, after all.

Only problem was that anyone he knew and could see was already accounted for at the moment. Thankfully that problem wouldn’t last for long as, much to his surprise, someone else approached him first. “..with me?” He pointed towards himself, blinking a few times. “If you don’t mind then.. I’d be glad to, thank you!”

Like he’d been practicing, as was proper for this type of song, he put one hand on the other person’s shoulder, while his other hand held onto the man’s. “Like this.. right? Sorry, um.. I’m still a bit of a novice when it comes to dancing, haha.”

[surebow]

"So long as you don't stamp on my feet, you being a novice is no bother to me." It's not like he could expect a commoner to have the same grace as a noble. A noble had different education to commoners, after all.

"I am happy to teach you." Innes frowned. "Your stance is all wrong, however. Stand a little straighter - if you have no pride, fake it. How can you be taken seriously if you shrink in on yourself?"

As Innes spoke, he also took hold of Ashe's hands and changed his placement. "There. Not only is that more comfortable, I'm sure, but it is also more proper." He released the boy's hands, before holding him properly once more. "Thankfully, I am a man of many talents. Dancing, archery, history, there is little I cannot do."

[surebow]

[ SQUIRM ] - Some may recognize the blanket that's been laid out in a momentarily-unoccupied corner of one of the dance halls. On it are rows of circles separated by color. Off to the side is a wooden board with an arrow pinned in the center and divided into four quadrants with colors and labels: right hand, right foot, left hand, left foot. Spin the arrow and put the respective appendage on the corresponding color. Just be careful not to step on any of your fellow players in the dark!

Innes is not here to play games. He's here to - well, why is he here? To put on a good show, he supposes, for himself and for Frelia. It's not going terribly, all things considered.

His ability to keep himself kind and charming and normal is only taken aback a little when he sees there's some sort of game going on. It's not quite dark, but it's clearly tucked away from where any faculty can glance over and see.

Innes folds his arms in contemplation. Then, he sees L'Arachel - thank the gods, someone who might see sense.

"L'Arachel, look at this," he says, with a click of his tongue. "We should inform the faculty immediately about this."

[surebow]

[ FLOWER ARRANGEMENT ] - No matter how many flowers you gather, your bouquet won’t look its best unless you have the skill to make it so. A couple of students have taken upon itself to imbue their peers with the knowledge of flower language and the art of flower arrangement, and as a result the garden has become something of a workshop.

Innes can't help but wonder why the academy went for a flower theme for the ball this year, but it's better than the beach trip in winter.

He'll admit that flower arranging isn't exactly his thing. Beyond hidden meanings in blooms and petals, flowers hold little interest for him. Were he of a more truant sort, he would rearrange the bouquet to read silly messages. However, that isn't him. Laced-up to the very end.

He tidies up some of the flowers, as they've begun to droop. A bit of water, and they seem to be holding better. He's about to leave, when a familiar presence is there.

"Selena." It's difficult not to recognise one of Grado's generals. Innes' lips are pressed into a thin line. "I suppose like your prince, you too somehow survived." He turns his back to her. "I wish you a pleasant ball." He has the decency to leave a purple hyacinth for her, at least.

[surebow]

noble expectations

TOA Ball 2026

[surebow]

Innes was always on his best behaviour for such events. He was polite, courteous, and even charming when he wanted to be - bar the obvious exceptions, of course.

He made himself available to everyone; commoners and nobles alike. It didn't matter in an event like this, not when most were dressed to the nines. He moved from person to person, offering each a turn. Some names he knew, a surprising amount of names he did not.

He would have to change that - starting with the boy in front of him.

If Innes had to guess, he'd say the boy was about fifteen years old. Regardless, Innes extended a hand out to him. "Would you care for a dance?"

It couldn't be so bad. If the boy couldn't dance, Innes could teach him - so long as his toes remained unbroken for the rest of the night.

@lunaestice

[surebow]

noble expectations

TOA Ball 2026

[surebow]

to fall on one's sword

TOA ball 2026

[surebow]

@doeofsacae asked:

[ OSTIA ] - An Ostian court dance where the leading partner wields a ceremonial sword as a part of the routine. This dance, meant to resemble a knight with his lady, is getting some attention from the students of Fódlan. It was strange for Sue of all people to want to ask someone else for a dance, but something about this dance was intriguing to her. The swords. While other dances mimicked a duel, they certainly didn’t have weapons— though in this case, they were merely meant to be used to impress. Nevertheless, she still wanted to dance to this one in particular. Now as for a partner… she has an idea of who to ask. Sue had seen a certain green haired man dancing to many different songs with many different partners all night, and he seemed pretty well versed in the art. Though Sue herself wasn’t too skilled at dancing, she was decently confident with a sword. He seemed to be quite the man of the hour though, she could see people start pushing their way towards him already! Sue shrugged, “The worst he can do is say no.” Grabbing one of the swords from a staff member, she quickly made her way over to the man who was about to be asked to dance by about 7 different people, “Please, dance with me. If you are not confident with the sword, I shall wield it instead,”

This was Innes’ happy place. It felt like being home, back in the courts, playing the delicate political games that came with it. For many, this would be their only chance to experience a taste of this life. For Innes, this was his life.

A girl approached him, ceremonial sword in hand. For a moment, he didn’t know what she would be asking for, until she clarified. She wanted to dance with him.

Innes took a moment to look her up and down. He didn’t know who she was, and her clothing gave little of her origins away. She was one of the few dressed for winter, and Innes did have to admire that, at least.

“I am confident in the sword, in lance work and in archery. I can assure you, dancing is but an extension of my talents.” He took the blade carefully - ceremonious or not, it was still a weapon.

Innes offered his arm to her. “Come, let us dance. I am Innes, prince of Frelia. And may I ask for your name?”

Was she new? Gods, he hoped she wasn’t a classmate he had overlooked; that would certainly be embarrassing.

He led them both to a spot where they would have plenty of room to dance. After all, the last thing he wanted was to send anyone to the infirmary at the school dance.

[surebow]

[ OSTIA ] - An Ostian court dance where the leading partner wields a ceremonial sword as a part of the routine. This dance, meant to resemble a knight with his lady, is getting some attention from the students of Fódlan.

It was strange for Sue of all people to want to ask someone else for a dance, but something about this dance was intriguing to her.

The swords.

While other dances mimicked a duel, they certainly didn’t have weapons— though in this case, they were merely meant to be used to impress. Nevertheless, she still wanted to dance to this one in particular.

Now as for a partner… she has an idea of who to ask.

Sue had seen a certain green haired man dancing to many different songs with many different partners all night, and he seemed pretty well versed in the art. Though Sue herself wasn’t too skilled at dancing, she was decently confident with a sword.

He seemed to be quite the man of the hour though, she could see people start pushing their way towards him already!

Sue shrugged, “The worst he can do is say no.”

Grabbing one of the swords from a staff member, she quickly made her way over to the man who was about to be asked to dance by about 7 different people, “Please, dance with me. If you are not confident with the sword, I shall wield it instead,”

This was Innes' happy place. It felt like being home, back in the courts, playing the delicate political games that came with it. For many, this would be their only chance to experience a taste of this life. For Innes, this was his life.

A girl approached him, ceremonial sword in hand. For a moment, he didn't know what she would be asking for, until she clarified. She wanted to dance with him.

Innes took a moment to look her up and down. He didn't know who she was, and her clothing gave little of her origins away. She was one of the few dressed for winter, and Innes did have to admire that, at least.

"I am confident in the sword, in lance work and in archery. I can assure you, dancing is but an extension of my talents." He took the blade carefully - ceremonious or not, it was still a weapon.

Innes offered his arm to her. "Come, let us dance. I am Innes, prince of Frelia. And may I ask for your name?"

Was she new? Gods, he hoped she wasn't a classmate he had overlooked; that would certainly be embarrassing.

He led them both to a spot where they would have plenty of room to dance. After all, the last thing he wanted was to send anyone to the infirmary at the school dance.

[surebow]

[ GRISTONNE ] - An energetic and aggressive dance from the Gristonne Kingdom, it mixes fast, rapid turns and decisive footwork, evoking the image of an aggressive soldier in the midst of combat going toe-to-toe with their foe. Not for the faint of heart.

It's hard to tell who grabs who first; all Innes knows is one hand grabs another, and he's face to face with Andrei once again.

"I'm starting to think you enjoy my presence that much," Innes remarks cooly. Gods, he hopes it wasn't him that grabbed Andrei first.

There's hardly a dancing discipline that Innes hasn't mastered. While some of the floor clears as the drums start, Innes doesn't flinch. Nor does Andrei, it seems. He hums, impressed.

The drums play a marching beat, heavy and slow. Innes takes in a sharp breath, before remembering his tutelage. He knows this dance, as he must know them all, as he must be perfect. It reminds Innes of hand-to-hand combat, the way he drops to one knee to swing his leg. The drums pick up speed as Innes rolls forwards onto his palms, before flipping and landing on his feet.

The dance leaves him breathless; it's exhausting in a way no other dance is. It feels like no one else is on the floor, only himself and Andrei. Innes sees only him, and he hates what he sees.

By the end, Innes is fighting off the urge to gulp in air. Sweat trickles at his temple, but he hardly flinches. From his bouquet, he plucks a hyacinth, and drops it to the ground at Andrei's feet. "Something to remember me by, since you cannot stand to be apart from me."