[Felix's typical approach is to curtly announce himself, say what he wants in blunt terms, and take his leave once he's finished. No matter the audience. His father had given up on scolding him over it years ago after realizing such a thing was futile.
But now that he's stopped here, just a few meters away from where the would-be Tempest King of Faerghus stands, Felix can't help but think that, perhaps, he ought to do things a bit differently.
Although part of him is too weary from years of resentment and war to consider that.
So he holds up the crinkled parchment to draw Dimitri's attention to it. He doesn't hand it over, as they'll need it and he's certain Dimitri will just imagine Edelgard's handwriting (or face) on it and tear it to useless shreds.]
Word from Margrave Gautier.
[The words have barely sunk in before Felix swallows and shifts his weight to his left hip. This is even more difficult than he ever imagined.]
It's about...him.
[Of course it's about Sylvain. The Margrave only ever concerned himself with two things: protecting the land from Sreng and his son. Well, his now-disowned son, anyway.]
The Margrave wants the family Relic returned to him.
[The Lance of Ruin is a pretty fitting name, all things considered. And here Felix thought being the shield was burdensome...]
He doesn't care how, as long as it's back in the hands of an actual Gautier. His words, not mine.
[The last part wasn't embellished despite Felix's bitter tone.]
Scouts and messengers alike have reported seeing Sylvain marching with the Emperor towards Arianrhod, along with the rest of the Imperial Generals.
[Sylvain had been suspiciously absent on the battlefield since he'd defected. Felix wondered if it was a conscientious strategy or if the redhead had fallen back on purpose to avoid encountering them...
He couldn't put his finger on which option. Both were just as likely to be the case.]
[ of course the margrave would make such a demand. and of course it falls onto him, once more, to discipline an unruly knight, perhaps to save the father from the burden of having to kill his son. margrave gautier was not a man known for sentimentality and would never be accused of such a thing, but in that moment, dimitri wonders whether he was truly just thinking of sylvain and begging the king to take the responsibility from him. save him from the trouble of killing his son. he had been spared of having lost anyone in duscur, and now, it seems that fate has turned on the margrave with his wayward son.
what was he supposed to do with him? deliberately in arianrhod, sylvain, who never does anything without intention, lets himself be seen walking with her. walking with a beast. the betrayal doesn't sting anymore. he only remembers his cruel laughter whenever he dismisses his lovers. he must think of the kingdom as one such thing: another spurned lover, same story as before.
dimitri's smile cuts across his face like a knife. ]
We will meet their forces with our own strength.
I will give the Margrave what he is due.
[ cornelia should be able to handle it. cornelia, and ... now is the time to show the shield of faerghus his use, isn't it?
his father at the corner of his eye, agrees with him. a sacrifice for a sacrifice. and with the wayward knight coming back it falls upon his friends to set him to the correct path. to teach him the error of his ways.
]
You will go there and you will kill him.
It shouldn't be hard. [ dimitri scoffs. it sounds like a blade skipping on rough stone. ] Sylvain has never worked hard in his life - only to betray others, which he does exceedingly well.
[ whether a king, or a woman. if dimitri was being honest, he only wish he'd known earlier so he never had to feel like he ought to trust him. dimitri's hands are curled like talons, shaking in his rage. ] Show him no mercy. Break him alongside her. Tear them apart - limb to limb - and then it will only be her. Only Edelgard that needs worrying about -
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But now that he's stopped here, just a few meters away from where the would-be Tempest King of Faerghus stands, Felix can't help but think that, perhaps, he ought to do things a bit differently.
Although part of him is too weary from years of resentment and war to consider that.
So he holds up the crinkled parchment to draw Dimitri's attention to it. He doesn't hand it over, as they'll need it and he's certain Dimitri will just imagine Edelgard's handwriting (or face) on it and tear it to useless shreds.]
Word from Margrave Gautier.
[The words have barely sunk in before Felix swallows and shifts his weight to his left hip. This is even more difficult than he ever imagined.]
It's about...him.
[Of course it's about Sylvain. The Margrave only ever concerned himself with two things: protecting the land from Sreng and his son. Well, his now-disowned son, anyway.]
The Margrave wants the family Relic returned to him.
[The Lance of Ruin is a pretty fitting name, all things considered. And here Felix thought being the shield was burdensome...]
He doesn't care how, as long as it's back in the hands of an actual Gautier. His words, not mine.
[The last part wasn't embellished despite Felix's bitter tone.]
Scouts and messengers alike have reported seeing Sylvain marching with the Emperor towards Arianrhod, along with the rest of the Imperial Generals.
[Sylvain had been suspiciously absent on the battlefield since he'd defected. Felix wondered if it was a conscientious strategy or if the redhead had fallen back on purpose to avoid encountering them...
He couldn't put his finger on which option. Both were just as likely to be the case.]
...
So, are you going to do anything about it?
don't worry about it!
what was he supposed to do with him? deliberately in arianrhod, sylvain, who never does anything without intention, lets himself be seen walking with her. walking with a beast. the betrayal doesn't sting anymore. he only remembers his cruel laughter whenever he dismisses his lovers. he must think of the kingdom as one such thing: another spurned lover, same story as before.
dimitri's smile cuts across his face like a knife. ]
We will meet their forces with our own strength.
I will give the Margrave what he is due.
[ cornelia should be able to handle it. cornelia, and ... now is the time to show the shield of faerghus his use, isn't it?
his father at the corner of his eye, agrees with him. a sacrifice for a sacrifice. and with the wayward knight coming back it falls upon his friends to set him to the correct path. to teach him the error of his ways.
]You will go there and you will kill him.
It shouldn't be hard. [ dimitri scoffs. it sounds like a blade skipping on rough stone. ] Sylvain has never worked hard in his life - only to betray others, which he does exceedingly well.
[ whether a king, or a woman. if dimitri was being honest, he only wish he'd known earlier so he never had to feel like he ought to trust him. dimitri's hands are curled like talons, shaking in his rage. ] Show him no mercy. Break him alongside her. Tear them apart - limb to limb - and then it will only be her. Only Edelgard that needs worrying about -