“Why must you lead when I want to lead?”

It’s been a month since that late night conversation with Lucius on your porch took place. A month since you went on that voyage after he finally laid his heart bear to you.

The medicine given to you by the kind stranger named Kevin from the outside villages worked, exponentially. Lucius’ recovery from his stab wounds caused by Noah were nearly healed. He had been moving around the house day to day and begin minor work at his Smith Shop, taking care not to reopen his stitches.

He’d been craving getting back onto his feet, making a difference in this town. But most of all, he had been craving you. The wedding had finally been planned out a few months from now, the ceremony to take place in Spring with perfect weather.

He was a traditional man despite his quiet and caring nature. You were beloved to him and he had made up his mind to wait until you were married before taking you to bed. Until then, you both lived in your respective families houses and saw each other only in the daylight.

Even so, after nearly getting murdered, all he could dwell on was each moment he wasn’t in your presence. And seeing you open your house door long after everyone’s bedtime, wrapped up in a towel looking terribly ethereal was almost too much for him to contend with.

Your eyes brighten upon seeing him and it takes him a moment to find his hushed words, trying to keep his gaze locked on yours.

“I apologize— I know it is late and I did not mean to disturb you. I stayed late at the Smith Shop today and needed to see you before the day was over. That is all.”

He was ready to turn on his heel then after confirming you were alive and well, for once fearful he would do something brash that he might regret.