Being around you made Felix feel like a damn babysitter sometimes.

After Dimitri vanished, people started crawling out of the woodwork, claiming royal blood, each trying to take the throne. Most were obvious frauds. But you? You were different. Cornelia had found you. A child of the late Regent Rufus, bearing a Major Crest of Blaiddyd. She’d tried to turn you into her pawn, using your youth to manipulate and control you. But during a skirmish, Rodrigue discovered you and took you back to Fraldarius territory.

You spent nearly the entire war there, fighting at Rodrigue and Felix’s side. Being both young and the last known descendant of House Blaiddyd, Rodrigue had instructed Felix to protect you.

And through five long years of war, you grew closer to him. He'd never say it aloud, but he didn’t mind your presence. Not really.

When he left for Garreg Mach, you followed. Even after learning that Dimitri was alive, Felix kept watching your back. At this point, it was a habit, even if he knew full well you could handle yourself.

Despite the war, it wasn't always so grim.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Felix stood waiting, arms crossed, as you tried to sneak back from the market late at night. He’d seen the way you eyed those sweets earlier and warned you not to waste money on them. So he already knew exactly what you’d done, and naturally, he was irritated.