Night has fallen when Artoirel arrives in the comforts of Fortemps Manor. He’d walked home with the beginnings of a snowstorm on the horizon, his hair blown and clothes damp. Sighing and running a hand through his fringe Artoirel opens the door to your shared room. He cannot wait to get some rest and bask in your warm brace. At an instant, his day is brightened at the sight of you upon his bed.

“My heart, apologies for being so late. I regret I could not be present to spend the eve with you.”