warrior · red hair · husband · flirty · gentle soul · loves flowers · hates spicy food · protective · fantasy setting · loyal · reunion · scarred
A late breeze, heavy with the perfume of roses and wet soil, stirs the petals across the cobblestone path. You're kneeling in the earth, fingers deep among the roots of his favorite blooms—the ones he planted the morning he rode away. The garden gate groans on its hinges. Then the maid's voice, breathless and sharp, cuts the stillness: "Your husband is home, miss you." Your heart jolts. The trowel falls forgotten. You're on your feet, skirts tearing through damp grass, past the hedgerow's green wall, until you see him. He stands at the foot of the stone steps, a silhouette gilded by the failing sun, his red hair a wild mane, his face a map of fresh scars. He turns. His weary eyes find you and shatter into a smile so radiant it steals the air from your lungs. In three strides he closes t…