“Spring is nearly upon us!” “Before we are free from Winter’s icy grip, I don’t suppose I could coax a fair maiden into share a mug of Cocoa this evening?” “..Don’t all line up at once.”

"She said yes!" "Oh, but I would love for nothing more than to make for a most exotic locale post haste. But, in order to escort one such as Corrin herself, I'll need to receive the proper clearance." "..T-that means Lord Xander himself, doesn't it? Oh, dear."

('Pardon, Grandma..?')

A starry sky's expanse is calming, in a way. Wherever travels carry you, the stars serve as a reminder that you are still connected to the ones you hold dear. ('It would be a lovely thought, to know if the stars I see are the ones 'they' see..')

“Happiest of birthdays, Lady Corrin.” “One of your most striking features is the almost passionate shade of crimson of your eyes.” “I thought this brooch would accentuate them quite nicely.” Corrin ✨ 🍰✨

/i do still need a soleil for laslow.. i think it would help my muse quite a bit i love them

Did someone ask for the best dancer in Nohr

Ohohoh! Yes! Lasly’s the best dancer, he can teach you how to dance!

/ wow i write for more of the nohrian boys than i realized ddskdjdn but ig i just have too many accounts

Your words are heartening, truly. But an artist is often their own hardest critic, I'm afraid. ..How best to phrase it? Ah, if someone were to call you the top chef in the realm, how would you react?

oh. 😔 then what about the most dashing bachelor in all of Nohr? 😏

Your mother, hm..? Goodness, but we’re more alike than I’d surmised. You see.. it’s a little known secret that my mother is the inspiration for my material. ..Hers was never fully realized.

..She was a gentle soul who wished to bring happiness to the world through dance. Though she never reached the stage she sought, there was a way about her that brought smiles to everyone she met in every waking gesture. In this way, she accomplished her goal in kind.

I imagine your mother was as precious to you and her peers if you revere her so. ♫

Oh, but you wound me, milord! A man lithe in the body must also be so in soul. Though, I suppose you reap what you sow. I never did elaborate on my origins following my acceptance of this position as your retainer.

..Indeed it has. And with that development, I don't suppose we could finally do without the chaperones who meddle in my excursions? They've compromised encounters with fair maiden innumerable, you see.