Judith von Daphnel

“Right. I’ve wallowed enough in the training yard.

Drinks time! Nothing like a few ales after a good spar.”

She’s claimed a corner of the training field, and hasn’t left it all day.

Something must be on her mind, because the line of broken soldiers she’s sparred against is longer than before.

A stretch.

“I wonder if those…-Professors would be interested. The boy’s got nothing but praise for them.”

“I need someone to train with. These kids aren’t quite…-seasoned enough.”

A long stretch. It’s strange, seeing the boy grow into his own like this.

She remembers the wailing infant Tiana made her swear to protect after a long and gruelling trip sneaking over the border, not the almost-man leading the Alliance.

//I stan a hot mess bisexual disaster lord version of Judith, and that’s what this account is. :)

//Remembering the art of Judith looking at Byleth like ‘kid you pick some find vassals, between this one and Nardel’ and Claude regretting his life choices in his kinda-aunt figure keeps hitting on everyone older who works with him.

Literally

“Judith I am begging you—“ “THEN BEG”

Taking care of her rapier, polishing and sharpening it for deadly accuracy.

+weak points. You have the knowledge of the body of your opponent. I will teach you to target precise hits, and target thin gaps in armor as well.

Judith hands Marianna a wooden training sword, her own in hand. They’re both in a rapier style.

“Your relic may not be a rapier, but the style will suit your temperament and knowledge best. It is not about bloody brutal slashes. It is knowing the body, and the armour, of your opponent: knowing +

// He has not earned her respect. Khalid’s barely earned it, half the time she still calls him kid or boy.

//Judith calling Dimitri a “little boy” when he’s a giant hulking beast of a man is so funny actually

The worm that unfortunately shares a father with the kiddo? No. No one would really miss him.

But you’re not allowed to take care of Khalid. He’s under my protection, and frankly, little boys like you don’t scare me.

And leave the Galatea girl a widow and single mother? With that wretch of a half brother the kid has snapping around her daughter to get rid of her?

Though I suppose she’s no longer a Galatea, huh…

I once called a man an egg before I stabbed him.

See. Boys seem to think that by calling someone that they’re insulting the man, but you’re insulting his mom, too.

Be creative.

Tiana was more than mean, you know.

She wasn’t called the Demon Queen by the Almyrans for no reason. Put some respect on how bitchy she was.

EXCUSE YOU.

Tiana wasn’t a bitch. She was THE bitch.

A long stretch, a yawn leaving her lips.

You’re the most unserious person I know, boy.

[She’s taunting him, now. She knows he can be reckless when emotional.]

So you’ve finally decided to get serious, kid.

[To even the playing field, she’ll use daggers instead of her usual rapier, as well. Can’t make it too easy on herself.]

[Oh this kid has NO clue that wasn’t the only time, huh.

At least with Tiana.]

Right! Back to training.

Ha! Never thought I’d see the day you asked to train.

Pick up the daggers and I’ll show you what this old lady’s got.

I know I aged better than wine but surely the kid realises I’m as old as his mom, right?

Fine. I’ll stop flirting with the dilfs.

[The not-dads are still not safe.]

Kid, they’re not older to me. I only flirt with men my age, you know.

And what am I?

Then train more, boy.

[Knows damn well that’s not what he means.]

Standing at the edge of the training field, watching the finely aged warriors as she sharpens her rapier.

She’s unfortunately not just studying their moves.