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He's simple and slightly strange. There's only so much you could do when your parents were pathetically patriotically Plegian. With his father never having achieved his dream of reaching the highest ranks of the Plegian military, as was the dream of many if not most Plegians, due to injury and disability in the latest great skirmish, he was shoved into military school, sharpened into a weapon of mass destruction at the top of his class.
Instead, he's moved to Ylisse and works as a small time copy editor, regularly performs stand-up comedy down the street, and is known as an up and coming horror writer.
She grew up as the only daughter of one of Ylisse's five most powerful families. However, she definitely isn't the picture of proper grace and poise. She grew up through extensive etiquette training, riding her family's thoroughbred horses for sport, and grooming to be... someday queen, whatever that meant. For a while, all eyes were trained on her as Crown Prince Chrom's childhood friend and longtime girlfriend, only for it all to fall apart when he admitted to having eyes for someone else.
She was broken and had forgotten how to laugh. She halfheartedly continued to play the forced role of socialite, unsure of her place in the world.
They're two very different people, but some would say they're an interesting match, while others would call for Sumia and Chrom to get back together, especially with the widespread disapproval of Chrom's current girlfriend.
But Henry and Sumia don't care.
When they're in their own world, nothing matters.