❝ have you found something interesting to read, robin? ❞ : )
❝ O - OH, CHROM… ❞ absorbed into his novel, he had not even heard chrom entering his tent, golden gaze fixated upon the monochromatic scenes of sunsets and flower beds. as he utters the rather inept greeting towards chrom, a sly hand stealthily shifts one particular tome out of the prince’s view. instead, he raises a ylissean book with a dusty, ornate cover, offering a soft smile as a dusting of rose settles upon his cheeks. ❝ i was reading on your country’s traditions. i’d like to attend one of these festivals sometime in the future. maybe after the war. ❞










