Fire Emblem Oneshots

Dimitri x Reader || You're the Only One for Me

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Due to my boyfriend being the only surviving member of the royal line in the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, it made sense why we had to keep our relationship hidden from the many overeager and prying eyes of the public. It pained me to have to keep our dates in the shadows and our affection only in private, but it wasn't all that bad overall.

I enjoyed every moment I had with Dimitri, especially since I was so certain I'd have no chance with him, seeing as I wasn't a princess of foreign lineage or at the very least some sort of extremely well-off noble's daughter.

While it was true that I wasn't a mere commoner, my family held a little status, putting me in a position where second-rate suitors were numerous to say the very least. Alas, considerably more drama would ensue if word got out that the crown prince of the northern region of Fodlan was seeing someone, since there was a possibility that the future queen of their land would be that one lucky girl, who was, by some miracle, me.

So, the wealthy surrounding Dimitri didn't have a clue, and not even either of our families were aware of our positions, but at the same time, it gave me a sense of raw, untamed exhilaration which I thoroughly enjoyed.

Unfortunately, the lack of knowledge surrounding my status as single or not gave many the opportunity to many to try and propose arranged marriages and the sort with me, although I declined as politely as I could every time yet another man popped up, asking for my hand.

For the majority of the time when this happened, they had no problems backing off once I set my foot down and told them, quite bluntly, a firm no.

That was only when I was in good favor of the goddess. Unlike then, I occasionally had one who had no intention to quit pestering me, whether it be a fellow peer at Garreg Mach's academy or a distant and vague connection of my father's.

That would about sum up my situation at this moment. Currently, I was reviving an assortment of letters from a man I had never once met about how honored he would be if we were to meet, although I had already refused flat-out multiple times to the record.

The messages he sent me were disturbing enough, seeing as how I didn't recognize the name as any of the main nobles in Faerghus and that whoever it was on the other end seemed set on inviting me out to locations outside the broadest of the monastery.

With that in mind, along with the fact that it as a whole was exponentially suspicious, I merely decided to turn him down as many times as necessary.

"Are you sure that'll be enough for this man? From what you've told me, it appears that he won't give up so easily." Dimitri points out, as logical as ever, although it was mostly fueled by his need to protect me.

I shook my head to reassure him. I appreciated his defensive tendencies but was certain it wouldn't escalate any further. "No, I'm sure that he'll give up since this obviously can't go on forever."

Or so I had thought.

For some reason or another, the letters continued to come, despite the fact that I had rejected the sender many times over. The letters began to come in weekly, and I could nearly always wake up to them right in front of my room's door.

I was now more than ever convinced this was some form of creep, since one should only be able to take so many refusals one after the other, or it was a prank done by a cruel, idle student who was ditching studies and lectures to cut out time to pull the rug out from underneath me.

Once again, I consulted Dimitri with the peculiar and sketchy notes in hand. "These are all from this month," I explained slowly, spreading the small collection out on the desk from where we sat in the Blue Lions classroom.