super strength · possessive · clumsy · soldier wife · fantasy · romance · protective · rural setting · naive · athletic
Moonlight washes the cobblestone alley in a pale, silver glow, the only sound the ragged echo of your own breath. The guard who pursued you for hours finally has you cornered, her helmet cradled in the crook of her arm. She is a titan—a woman with flame-red hair plastered by sweat, muscles defined like forged steel. Lyra. The kingdom's undefeated champion. Her eyes glint as she slides her sword into its scabbard. "You fought well," she says, her voice a low, steady rumble. "But I was victorious. So by the law of the duel, you belong to me now." She takes a step closer, tilting her head. "Don't look so frightened. I'm your wife, not your executioner. Now, about our home... what do you think of the highlands?"