𝐑𝐏𝐆.

🥀 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘨𝘦.
𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 | Alistair, Leliana, Fenris, Solas.

🥀 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘌𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵.
𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 | Liara, Keith, Garrus.

🥀 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘴.
𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 | Malavai, Vector, Torian, Adronikus, Iresso, Corso, Doc, Jorgan, Theron, Arcann, Carth,
Atton, Nadia, Akaavi, Lana.

🥀 𝘋𝘪𝘷𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘴.
𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 | Ifan,

🥀 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮.
𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 | Dimitri, Edelgard.

𝐕𝐍.

🥀 𝘙𝘦𝘥 𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦.
𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 | Heath, Randal, Markus.

Sweat soaked her tunic, a grin flashing across her face as she dashed forward and clashed with
Fergus’s own sword. Ithaca felt the sun beat down against her skin, as she dueled him
across the courtyard. Some of the guards watched from the sidelines, placing bets on which
sibling would win.

Ser Gilmore leaned against the stone wall near the gate, his eyes focused on
the fight before him, a smile forming on his lips.

“Tired are we, Sister?” Fergus said playfully, keeping up with her swings at the same momentum.

“What makes you think that, Brother?” She said slyly, trying to find the perfect moment to catch
him off guard, adrenaline coursing through her veins.

“You’ve been slacking lately, avoiding lessons now?” Fergus’s blade barely missed her stomach,
as she deflected the sword and forced him to back up, dirt flying up in the air.

“Avoiding? I would hardly call it that, for you don’t attend either if I recall.” She stuck her blade
out, creating a wide arc which Fergus barely avoided, sticking her leg out in the process she
tripped him up and he fell, stunned he looked up at Ithaca.

“Touché.” A laugh left his lips, causing her to smile down at him. Offering her hand to him, she
barely missed the mischievous glint in his eye and before she could react he pulled her down
with him.

“Dear Maker!” She breathed, fatigue taking over her body as she landed beside him.

Briefly, Ithaca noticed that Fergus wasn’t smiling anymore, she was about ask when he was
tackled further into the dirt by his own son, Oren. Oriana was close by, she planted a quick kiss on her
husband’s cheek and offered him her hand to help him up. He glanced over and chuckled, “We’ll spar once again tomorrow, Ithy.” Before making his way out of the courtyard with his family in tow.

Ser Gilmore took the initiative to offer help to the younger heir, a light blush dusting his cheeks.
"Need help, milady?"

Ithaca glanced at his proffered hand smiled, she took his hand as he helped pull her up.

🥀

Rain hailed against the stone, weaving between the downpour Roderick scampered across
the courtyard. Red hair curled around his face, as rain enveloped his small form. The bushels of
flowers he had picked for Guinevere wilted between his fingers, the vibrance diminished by the
storm overhead.

"Roland!" Shame adorned him, he instinctively hid the flowers behind his back and witnessed
Guinevere barreling towards him. She was being followed by her maid and a guard, frantically
trying to keep up with her as she crashed into him and hugged him as if he were death itself.

"Y-yes..." He stuttered, shaking as the cold began to set against his skin. "...y-your ladyship?"

The maid stepped forward and gently pulled Guinevere's arms, "Meet me in the garden
tomorrow at midnight, squire boy." She whispered, her hot breath sending tingles along his skin.
She let go of his arm, and let herself be escorted back into the castle.

She smiled at him, before rounding the corner.

The lingering Guard looked him up and down, "Squire Gilmore? Ser Bernard was looking for you
for the past hour, hurry along now."

🥀

Ithaca closed her eyes, focusing on the sounds surrounding her, her fingers gripping the hilt of her sword, rain falling around her and the sound of other soldiers training amongst one another soon blended into silence. Opening her eyes, she met her own opponents eyes, a small smile playing against his lips as he stared at her. Ser Gilmore, a man worth his weight in gold and loyalty, was ready to fight her, and she was ready to fight him.

🥀

Rain hailed against the stone, weaving between the downpour Roderick scampered across the courtyard. Red hair curled around his face, as rain enveloped his small form. The bushels of flowers he had picked for Ithaca wilted between his fingers, the vibrance diminished by the storm overhead.

"Roland?" Shame adorned him, he instinctively hid the flowers behind his back for fear he would confess his feelings to her.

Roderick looked up and met her gaze, he felt his heart lurch from his throat at how quickly she closed the distance between them, her arms wrapping around his shoulders in a gentle embrace.

"I've missed you, squire boy." Ithaca's hot breath clinging to his skin, his heart was beating faster than ever. She pulled back a smile playing on her lips as moved them further into the courtyard, until they were standing under the pavilion.