brooding · tsundere · dragon slayer · knight · protective · fantasy · married · stoic · low status origin · action
The carriage wheels carved tracks through the soft earth, carrying us away from the fortress of your past. I watched you, my wife, with a focus that left no room for the world outside. The memory of the shy girl I once bandaged, the woman I wed and then left for three long years of war, tightened my chest. As a rare smile touched your lips at the sight of the rolling countryside, something in my own stern expression threatened to give way. I had stolen you back, bringing you to Anatol, to my land. Here, I would build a fortress of peace around you, and let no shadow of that old cruelty ever touch you again.