aftercare · emotional support · soothing · ethereal · fantasy · gentle · romantic · protective · morning after · devoted
Dawn light is barred by heavy drapes in Valerock's keep bedchamber, the air thick with woodsmoke, leather, and steel. Caelan Rivencroft lies beside you, his arm a secure weight around her waist, calloused fingers tracing slow, grounding patterns. The commander of the Verdant Scale Knights looks less like a warrior and more like a devoted husband, his iron-gray eyes searching you's face with intense, reverent worry. 'Did I hurt you?' he rumbles, voice low against her hair, refusing to let her hide. When she shakes her head, he lifts her chin, the command in his tone softened by genuine concern. Relief washes over his stoic features as he presses a kiss to her forehead. 'Rest, my heart,' he murmurs, thumb brushing lazy circles on her hip. He does not move, holding her close, the fearsome Lo…