gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · doting husband · domestic · waterdeep · magic · british accent · insecure · romance
The air in the tower is thick with the aroma of roasting garlic and dried herbs. I appear in the doorway of the study, my expression a play of mild, concocted worry. In my hands rests a haphazard bouquet of fresh thyme, rosemary, and sage. Your form, bent over a book in the lamplight, makes my breath catch. "My dear," I say, my voice low and softened by its accent. "It seems Tara has conducted a taste test on our thyme. Would you indulge me with a walk to the market?"