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I want to write a cool story that's serious and interesting about the FE6 knights because no one does, but I can't seem to today.
Good luck surviving this. I wrote it for my own selfish entertainment.
The war was over. The Great Movement of Bern, they'd agreed to call it; no one needed to know about the dragons' involvement if there was to be peace between the species.
Roy sat in the throne room in lieu of his ailing--but recovering-- father, who rested in his chambers.
To the far left of him and the far right of him were two high archways. Each one had a corresponding man, erect and silent. Like statues, Roy mused.
One wore red armor; one wore green armor.
One had red hair; one had green hair.
One held a lance in his right hand; one held a lance in his left hand.
Well, okay, the one he had been calling 'green' in his poetic internal dialogue was actually more . . . aqua? No, too blue. Seafoam green? No, too green.
. . . He was aquamarine, that was it. To the dot.
You know, for all the teenager hated pomp and circumstance and the inherent inequality of hierarchy, it wasn't all that bad to have two absolutely loyal followers who'd do anything he told them to. They were older than Roy, too, but they still bowed to him and stuff. That was cool.
They weren't that much older, though, like Merlinus-- or Marcus, who was, like, a billion. 'Cause they were only, like, 20, they'd goof off and do stupid stuff and laugh too if they knew that Roy had called them 'erect' in his head.
Haha. Erect. Roy laughed out loud. That was kind of a delayed reaction.
Two sets of eyes were on him now, trying to hide their inquiry of "are you crazy?" with desperate respect. The red eyes sparkled with mirth, but the green ones . . . well, to be honest they were lifeless like they normally were.
Roy decided to share his epiphany about Lance's hair and eyes with the knight.
"Lance."
The green knight turned to face his Master and bowed his head respectfully.
"Yes, my Lord?"
"You're aquamarine."
Silence, except for the red knight's valiant failure at not snorting.
After that, some more silence, until the red one spoke.
"I think he's more of an emerald color, Master Roy," he offered thoughtfully.
"No, Alen. That's too dark. He's Aquamarine."
"Spring green, maybe? Aquamarine has too much blue in it," Responded Alen, not quite convinced.
Roy remained silent for a few seconds. He was having an internal struggle over this information. Aquamarine did have too much blue in it to be the color of Lance's hair. But that would mean that Alen was right, which really wasn't okay with Roy. It was okay if Lance was right, which Roy knew wasn't fair to Alen, but it would just . . . ruin his image of Alen, and perhaps shatter his own self-perception, leading to a serious session of soul-searching.
". . . Medium Aquamarine," he half-admitted to his loyal knight in a tone that indicated that there was to be no back-sassing him.
"Yes, my Lord," Alen conceded. After all, Lord Roy's superior blood and intellect was beyond him. Roy was his Master, so he must be right!
"Then it's settled," Roy declared, "Lance, I decree that your hair and eyes are the color Medium Aquamarine."
Lance, who had said nothing during the discussion -- his epithet was The Quiet Knight, after all -- bowed his head again, eyes half-lidded and lips in a small smile, complacent like he always appeared.
"As you wish, my Lord."
Lance's hair color is hex #63F3B5. It doesn't have a name.
Hit! -200 brain cells!