When he returned, Edelgard’s back was facing him. Silver scars stretched across her shoulder blades and wove around her spine. She had shown him her scars before. He had seen them many times by now, but it still filled him with vitriol. Deep down, a piece of him cataloged every scar and every flinch from water and every yelp from a rat sighting and every scream after a nightmare and every vacant childhood bedroom in the palace. One day, her goals would come to fruition. She would be emperor, and he would stand in her shadow serving ever onward. She would transform Fodlan to her will, and the slithering thing that stole her uncle’s face would die in its new dawn. He was hers. She could do what she wished with him. If he could take on the pain and darkness she bore himself, he would. Not that she would ever allow that if it were possible. With great effort, he kept his voice calm as he spoke, “My Lady.” She looked over her shoulder. He was relieved to see her eyes more alert.

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🧡 2.8k of hair washing, hurt/comfort, and Hubert and Edelgard taking turns wishing they could kill someone for each other

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Hubert stands in front of a solid lavender-purple background wearing a black vest and white shirt with his broach pinned at his neck. His hair is white and he holds a beautiful, dark wooden cane prominently in his left hand. His right hand is behind his back. His green eyes look a little tired, but overall he looks rather happy. Even... sentimental.

"Unrecognizable, yet still the same. A wonderful and peculiar irony. The sunlight warmed his cool skin, and the air filled into his lungs. And all the same, the pain in his hands lingered.
But so did Hubert."

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"Out! Out!" Hubert swatted at Ferdinand's leg with his cane. "You cannot come in! One of your birthday gifts is in there—" He clamped a hand over his mouth. Too late. Ferdinand's eyebrows shot up. "One of my birthday gifts, you say?!" Hubert slammed the door in his face. A moment later, Hubert came out with his cloak around his shoulders, and he brushed past Ferdinand who followed without a word. The smug man managed to contain himself all the way to the first set of stairs a whole two halls away. Hubert had to give him credit. He was surprised he made it that far at all. "Gifts, mm?" "Hush. Dorothea is waiting for us, and I will not be late," his voice waspish. Ferdinand laughed. "I look forward to them." He offered Hubert his arm as they started down the stairs. Hubert begrudgingly took it.

Even a Spy Master slips up from time to time

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