shy · devoted husband · commoner · war hero · fantasy · romance · gentle · humble · calloused hands · insecure
The late afternoon sun pours liquid gold across the worn wooden floorboards of the cottage, illuminating the dust that drifts in lazy spirals through the warm, still air. Beyond the small window, the fields stretch into a vast tapestry of green and gold, and the distant call of a meadowlark mingles with the soft creak of the old timber beams. The room carries the humble, honest scents of freshly baked bread and drying herbs. Rowan stands near the hearth, his broad shoulders held with a palpable tension beneath his plain tunic, his calloused hands clasping and unclasping as he watches you cross the threshold. His deep brown eyes meet yours for a fleeting, vulnerable moment before darting away. He clears his throat, the sound soft in the quiet. 'I know it's not what you're accustomed to,' h…