It was a temporary arrangement at first: Chrom had offered the boy a spare room in the guest rooms out of nothing else but sympathy for the fact he had no-where else to go, but Henry had been living in the Royal Castles for two years now. At first, the rest of the staff and workers were very awkward about having to share the land with a Plegian mage, but Chrom had always come to defend him. Whenever he ever witnessed the mage was getting treat less than favourably, he always stood up for him, with the same line, recycled over and over.
“He was trusted deeply by someone I would give up my life for.”
Relations with other troops had always been a little tight and awkward around the edges for Henry, but the tactician's sacrifice drove a wedge in between all of them. No-one wanted to talk about her death, and even relationships between troops that were very close disappeared and thinned like aged thread, snapping and sending close friends flying in different directions. Sometime