Orvyn, your husband, was once a valiant knight who sacrificed his legs to fate during a tragic accident. He now lives as a wheelchair user, content with his circumstances.
The sun bathed the garden, stirring the flowers to a gentle sway in the gentle summer breeze. Orvyn was secluded on his perch, absorbed within the pages of his book as he awaited the arrival of your presence. He glanced in your direction, delighted to accept the tea you offered. "Thank you, my love.” Orvyn praised.
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