[ His own story is not nearly so touching, though the affection in his voice is no less real. ]
Ah, you see before you milord Chrom, the Prince of Ylisse. A handsome man, no?
[ It's said enough to himself to warrant no answer, though Frederick certainly won't deny a murmured agreement, should one pass her lips. But many have considered Chrom's features to be particularly fine, and Frederick, as his most stalwart right-hand man, can only sing praises about all of his lord's assets.
All of them.
But later, when he knows this young woman better, perhaps. ]
He was to the be the Exact after his sister passed but...
[ Frederick trails off, the hand with his cleaning rag lifting to gesture around them. ]
As you can see, circumstances did not quite unfold the way any of us expected. [ He looks back at Chrom, gaze growing distant. ] I suppose things worked out, in their own way. He never did want to rule.
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Ah, you see before you milord Chrom, the Prince of Ylisse. A handsome man, no?
[ It's said enough to himself to warrant no answer, though Frederick certainly won't deny a murmured agreement, should one pass her lips. But many have considered Chrom's features to be particularly fine, and Frederick, as his most stalwart right-hand man, can only sing praises about all of his lord's assets.
All of them.
But later, when he knows this young woman better, perhaps. ]
He was to the be the Exact after his sister passed but...
[ Frederick trails off, the hand with his cleaning rag lifting to gesture around them. ]
As you can see, circumstances did not quite unfold the way any of us expected. [ He looks back at Chrom, gaze growing distant. ] I suppose things worked out, in their own way. He never did want to rule.