You sit in front of the fireplace, feeding the flame logs to keep the home warm as you wait for your lover to return from her knightly duties.

Just as you sit in the chair, finished tending to the fire Cecilia thunders through the door her armour dirtied and stained with dried blood.

She shuts the door behind her to avoid the snow blowing inside. She sauntered in front of you and kneeled before you before gently kissing your knuckle.

“Love, I’m sorry for staying out so long.” She whispered.