Three Houses Reader Inserts

Living (Dimitri and Reader) (Seteth x Reader)

A shinning sea of red. Glimmering ruby droplets staining the snow. The smell of iron hung thick. The scene had a sickening kind of beauty. The vibrant colors contrasting with the dullness of winter would have made for a celebrated painting, hung in a museum, talked about for ages.

But the flattened snow wasn't a canvas. And the splattered red wasn't paint.

It was a battlefield. Or, more accurately, the aftermath.

"Prince Dimitri!" you whispered urgently as you saw a head of blond hair wobble in the distance. The only head of blond hair still attached to it's body.

The young boy looked towards you, his expression aghast. From the ways his eyes flickered, you could see the struggle he was going through, simply by forcing himself to look away from the carnage.

You were the only other left. The only other person to survive, at least it seemed. You didn't have time to look for others. You had a job and it was your top priority. You had to keep the prince safe, or else everyone else's deaths were meaningless.

Though, something within shouted in your head, "They were meaningless to begin with!" That same sentence repeated over and over in your head was chipping away at your beliefs as a knight. Your honor as a knight crumbled before you as you were suddenly aware that dying for your king had no difference from dying while attempting a coup; in the end you were both dead.

Perhaps that was an unfairly cynical interpretation of things but as you saw at your side your best friend's eyes, usually cold, but brimming with thoughts he kept inside, be drained of their vigor and replaced with dead orbs, you could not see any honor in this slaughter.

Well, maybe that wasn't exactly true. Your priority was to protect the prince and it would be an honorable act to give your life so that he could keep his, as you had be taught. But now, as you looked upon Glenn's lifeless visage, despite thinking his death an honorable one, you did not want to meet the same fate. You were filled with the undeniable urge to live, to survive. Should you meet your death while keeping the prince safe, you would not welcome it.

You decided that there was some honor in dying as Glenn had, for what he believed in, but you were also now convinced that honor just a great could be attained by living for what you believed in.

Or maybe it was a matter of circumstance? Your mind went back and forth, debating the topics of death and honor, coming to no conclusion. Your beliefs were askew. This mental hour of debating, which you would later deem foolish, was no more than a minute of time in reality.

Still, a minute spent pondering on the battlefield was a minute closer to your unwitting, and unwilling demise. You had to keep your focus. Pushing as far away as you could the smells and sensations of the surrounding death and decay, until they were nearly afterthoughts in your perception, you limped forward.

You were injured but alive. And you would stay alive and see the prince to safety.

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Garreg Mach monastery. You were not glad to be here. But as the only knight in charge of Prince Dimitri close enough to his age to be enrolled as a student in the Officer's Academy, you had little choice. While you fully trusted Dedue with the prince's safety, the others did not, and being the youngest, you were in no position to argue.

"Your Highness, I know you are excited to be here, but if you are not aware of where you step, you will trip and crack your skull. Then, you would be stuck in bed for the rest of the year."

Prince Dimitri slowed his determined march and fell into step alongside you. He had a childish pout on his face. This childishness of his was something he only showed you. The weight he was carrying seemed to lighten whenever he was with you. As much as you appreciated the comfort he felt around you, you would honestly appreciate it if he had a bit more regard for his own personal safety.