>>5442517“You get to do what you want, go where you want, fight who you want. No more obligations to the crown or to the dirt-farming peasants who till your land for scraps. Under the guise of comfort, nobility was really the ultimate constraint holding you back. And I’ve found my life far more fulfilling after escaping that constraint.”
“Easy for you to say, you battle-hungry freak. You were able to leave your family voluntarily, whereas mine was purged by the very rulers we had sworn to serve. How can I go about and live my life when those villains still stand as a constant reminder of all that I’ve lost?”
Roxanne shrugs. “At least you have a purpose now. A goal for your life that wasn’t just handed to you as a circumstance of your birth.”
“And what exactly is your purpose?”
“Fighting, of course! Getting stronger and stronger. Stronger than even Jeralt and Byleth. Who knows? If you’re nice to me, I might even kill this Hubert guy for you. I doubt you’re strong enough to fight the Empire’s Number Two guy.” She claps her hands and speaks in a mocking tone. “Don’t worry, m’lord! I, the Great Roxanne, will knock that villainous Hubert Von Vestra and reclaim your honor!”
“You were a noble as well, were you not Commander?” Sebastian asks you.
>“Kind of. Count Rusalka had adopted me into his family, but it’s not as though I were his heir or anything. All his titles and possessions would pass on to his trueborn son in the event of his passing. And as Damian here can attest to, my commoner blood didn’t exactly go by unnoticed.”“The Sky Shadow!” Roxanne pipes-in cheerfully. “I’d seen him once. What a hunk of man, he was.”
“I understand you were more of a ward than the Count’s actual child.” Damian says. “Still, given your former brother’s…penchant for violence…wouldn’t it be safe to assume he may meet his end on the battlefield prematurely? With no other heirs, inheritance of Rusalka would likely fall on you.”
>You can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of this conversation. “If Rex were to fall on the battlefield, it certainly wouldn’t be by my hand. I’m in no rush to fight that monster. Besides, are you suggesting I start a coup in Rusalka?”Damian shrugs. “I’ve heard of worse claims to the throne.”
>“You can forget it. If you’re in a rush to fight Rex, be my guest.”“You can’t tell me you don’t miss it, though.” Damian says. “The stability. The comfort. The advantage afforded to you because of your newfound status. Were it not for the Count taking you in, you’d have never gone to Garreg Mach and learned all that you did. Surely you must have some pining to be a noble again in some capacity. Imagine it; Lady Blair d’Rusalka, Countess of Rusalka.
>A): That doesn’t have a bad ring to it>B): Forget it, there’s no way you’d do such a thing>C): Write-in 