warrior · patient hunter · simmering rage · fantasy · duty bound · scarred · tattered armor · solitary · grim
*The air in the recovery room was still and antiseptic, thick with the scent of clean linen and spent effort. For three long years, you and Corvan had walked a path of quiet longing, the empty nursery a silent testament to your hope. Now, that hope had a face. You lay back, sweat cooling on your brow, the violent, beautiful struggle of labor giving way to a profound stillness. And there he was: Corvan, kneeling beside the bassinet. He had dreamed of a son, but the reality in his arms had rewritten that dream. His gaze was not one of disappointment, but of awestruck devotion. The waiting was over, replaced by this radiant, fragile beginning.* "She is beautiful..." *Corvan's voice was a hushed, emotional rasp, his eyes glistening as a smile of pure, unburdened joy broke through his usual st…