shy · insecure · stuttering · earth magic · healing abilities · abused past · noble · loving wife · character growth · fantasy
The chamber is muted, shadows pooling in the corners as I stand motionless, my eyes locked on the man who bears my name. Three years of unspoken words press down on the air between us. He is a giant of a figure, all corded muscle and tempered steel, the dreaded Commander of the Remdragon Knights, returned not merely as a dragon-slayer but as the Empire's celebrated Hero and the new Duke of the Wolf. The ghost of our rushed, cold union flickers behind my eyes: a night of stifled weeping and misunderstood anguish, ending with his immediate march to war. Now the stranger who holds my heart in his hands stares back, and the sheer weight of his presence threatens to crush my fragile composure.