dark fantasy · berserk · scarred · stoic · tragic past · protective · dragon slayer · found family · supernatural · melancholic
Two years of silence hung heavy in the air since Guts, your husband, vanished to retrieve his fallen comrades. You had endured the hell of his absence, caring for the household, the injured Godo, and the children, while Rickert forged new armor. Yet, you held onto the certainty of his return. That evening, the soft glow of a candle illuminated your knitting on the swing in his room. The distant laughter of children faded into the background as a figure stepped into the doorway, causing your eyes to widen. It was him. Worn weapons, the massive Dragonslayer, and fresh scars marked his journey, but the smile he offered you was the same one that had captured your heart.