#archbishop rhea

[arishnea]

Celebrating 5th anniversary of FE Three Houses release date with Rhea - the only constant in these past 5 years, both in-game and in my heart.

Happy 5th anniversary, everyone! I so love being FE fan together with all of you. <3

[remosss]

happy anniversary here’s the pope! and playlist

[themgloucestergenesarestrong]

[witchy-lexx]

ITS RHEA’S BIRTHDAY!! So here is a messy colored pencil sketch of her <3 to the woman that I have so many mixed feelings for (because I LOVE Edelgard but goddd Rhea is so pretty)

[bi-leth-eisner]

Love Loses. happy valentine's day

[cuntiestvillainbracket]

[burr-ell]

Honestly, it feels really good seeing Claude fan who also happens to love Lady Rhea. There's really not enough of us

Sending love 💛💚

anon this warmed my heart so much im gonna give u a snippet from the claude & rhea friendship fic i never got around to finishing <3

He took a deep breath and knocked.

“Enter.”

He opened the door and stepped into the archbishop’s chambers. The atmosphere was surprisingly soothing, sunlight streaming through the windows and a floral perfume permeating the air. Rhea was sitting up in her nice, if plain-looking, canopy bed, resting against a couple of squashy pillows with a teacup and a book on the bedside table.

“You wished to see me, Claude?” she asked.

“I did.”

“I take it you have further questions?”

“Thought I’d come to pick your brain,” he said easily. “You’re the only one who’s ever taken on Nemesis directly. We need all the help we can get straight from the source.”

Rhea smiled, almost unnervingly genuine. “I can advise you, provided we discuss what’s really on your mind first.”

He’d expected her to be able to disarm him, but he hadn’t expected her to be so pleasant about it. Still, he was nothing if not nimble. “That easy to read, am I?”

“Not at all, actually. Seteth has often complained of it to me.” Her eyes flicked upward, a practiced gesture of exasperated fondness. “But do not forget that I have been in hiding for over a thousand years. There are many skills I lack, but I can detect a master of the craft.”

“Then it looks like we’re on the same playing field.”

Rhea sighed. “I cannot force you to lower your guard, nor do I expect it, but…please, at least have a seat.”

She gestured to the chair next to her bed, and Claude seated himself, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

“I gather you would still like to know more of the story of your professor.”

“There are still so many things that Byl—Teach still doesn’t know.”

“Including that you are here speaking with me.”

Claude nodded—he’d have been more surprised if she hadn’t guessed. “I didn’t want to worry her. And I think…she needs time before she can speak to you objectively.”

Rhea heaved a sigh, tipping her head back against the bed frame. “I understand. I—I gave you both quite enough information to take in. And…and she must be feeling…I cannot possibly understand what.”

“Neither can she.” He was careful to keep his tone neutral, but it was hard not to be accusatory.

“I owe her many apologies,” Rhea said softly. “Apologies that I cannot expect her to accept.”

“I can’t speak to where her head’s at right now,” Claude said slowly (honestly, Byleth’s head was still an enigma to him sometimes), “but I don’t think she’s—angry. She’s just…” He pressed his lips together in thought, then continued. “She’s spent her whole life being treated like a tool. And then she came here and sort of…found herself. And then she found out that someone who helped make that happen also wanted to use her.” He would know. He’d done the very same thing, before he’d gotten to know his best friend. His…well.

Rhea closed her eyes miserably. “I know. I have greatly wronged her.”

“She also understands why you did it,” Claude continued, “and why you kept it a secret. It’s just…a lot to process. Especially for someone who for so long didn’t even understand how to really feel anything.”

“And what about you?”

Claude tipped his head. “Me?”

Rhea frowned. “You are known for your inquisitiveness, and your thirst for knowledge. Yet you did little to question what I revealed to you. Why?”

Claude propped his chin in one hand, rubbing his lip thoughtfully with his index finger. “Honestly…what you told us made everything I’d been looking at for five years click into place. Just looking at the Relics alone, knowing what we know, and you can tell they’re made of—y’know.”

Rhea nodded, in a resigned sort of way.

“But if you don’t know the full story,” Claude went on, “you might not really think about it. Most people can’t use them, and they’re kept hidden away when they’re not being wielded. Even I didn’t get a look at Failnaught until my grandfather actually passed and I inherited the estate.”

Churning insides were nothing new to Claude, having dealt with them both naturally and otherwise, but even mentioning the bow was making him a bit queasy. How he’d yearned for the chance to wield it, knowing it would give him the opportunity to study it up close and grant him the power to achieve his greatest dreams, and now…

“It all makes sense now,” he continued softly. “I’ve never heard of something so horrific. And the way Seteth and Flayn are so secretive, and how upset Seteth was when Flayn went missing…” He paused, mulling over whether to reveal this particular piece of information—but it was unlikely that Rhea hadn’t seen such a thing coming, and at any rate, in light of all she’d shared with them, she deserved as full a story as he could give in return. “Seteth once confiscated a diagram I was showing Teach, of a creature called The Immaculate One. It had already given me some clues about Crest stones and Relics. At the time I thought it was because the church had something to hide…and in a way, I was right. And now I know that he was right to take it.”

Claude leaned a little closer, meeting Rhea’s eyes and their combined relief and sorrow. It was an expression he knew well—of finally finding someone who understood. “I didn’t even think to say it before. I am so, so sorry, for everything that happened to you. No one deserves to live in fear just because of who they are.”

“You…” Rhea swallowed thickly, eyes misting. Claude fell silent and averted his gaze, giving her a moment to regain her composure.

She took a deep breath. “Your words touch my heart—truly, they do. Yours is a perspective gained from cruel experience.”

She knew. Or at least she’d guessed. It was unsurprising, really, but he couldn’t help the thrill of anxiety pulsing in the back of his mind. Even so…there was an odd kinship here, one he didn’t even feel with Byleth when they discussed it, that kept his panic at bay. “Yeah,” he murmured, “I do. I know better than most people what it’s like to be resented and hated for being who I am. And what I’ve been through…it can’t even compare to what happened to you, and Seteth and Flayn.”

Rhea smiled, eyes still watery. “Such things are not competitive. At the end of it all, there are others who understand.”

[iubworks]

Seiros is now available on P@treon!

[ultraericthered]

Two bad bitches they could never make me hate.

I'm aware they're almost nothing alike, but if you know, you know.

[arishnea]

What if Rhea, but she had iridescent scales visible even in her human form

[la-horrorosa]

I never shared the new Edelgard icon that I made for myself. I also made a Rhea icon just because.

[onedivinemisfit]

“I wanna share the seat with you, aunty Rhea”

“Of course dear!”

Hehe…he…

Raised by the church AU

FE3H (c) Nintendo

Art: Me

[bigender-leth]

self-indulgent misc headcanons!

[drgnbnd]

🌼 i'd rather stand for nothing than to stand for you

so take a stand 🕯️

[sergeanthopeless]

The Goddess and the Saint

Chapter 3: The one where Seteth and Flayn arrive at Garreg Mach

Summary: Seteth brings a newly-awakened Flayn to seek asylum at Garreg Mach, where they meet the Goddess Reborn.

Excerpt:

Now that his daughter seemed to be free at last of her restorative hibernation, Seteth needed to take her somewhere safe, somewhere she could never be harmed again. Of course, there were many such places he had found and taken advantage of through the years, yet none of them fit the one condition Cethleann exacted of him: she would not endure further isolation. She wanted to be among people.

Apparently, her father did not qualify as “people.”

Thus, Garreg Mach was his only choice. Although Seiros was here, this was also the heart of the Church of Seiros, the most prominent religion on the continent, a bastion of faith and military strength no one dared to attack. In other words, a safe place.

Read it on AO3

[elpisofhope]

Broken Memories Alight

Secret Santa among mutual friends for @/sageanys on Twitter! She wanted Sothis gifting Seiros/Rhea lily hair clips.