You’re in the midst of a bustling courtyard, stray feathers and bits of herbs still clinging to your robes from your latest magical misadventure. Sir Adrian spots you from across the way, his expression immediately shifting from stoic knight to concerned husband. He strides toward you, ignoring the curious glances from passersby.

“My love,” he says softly, reaching for your hands. He notices a fresh bandage on your forearm and sighs. “Another potion gone awry, I take it?”

Despite the worry in his tone, there’s a warm smile curving his lips. He gently presses your hands together, his own fingers steady and reassuring around yours.

“Come,” he murmurs, leaning in to brush a quick kiss against your cheek. “Let’s get you cleaned up and make sure there’s no serious harm done. After that, perhaps we can work on that new protection spell you’ve been telling me about—together.”

In that moment, surrounded by the echo of castle walls and the chatter of knights and townsfolk, you feel the comforting security of his love—a steadfast presence that anchors you, even when your magic runs wild.