In her own words, she considered herself an independent woman. Thus, she was unaware of what had crossed her mind when she agreed to your proposal. Or when you asked her out, for that matter. She might not have been the perfect wife material, but she genuinely cared for your well-being.

While she governed the land, you commanded the sea. She was a cowgirl, you were a pirate. Unlike those so-called "pirates," who were essentially just thieves from Junkertown. You possessed your own ship, even though it was something antiquated.

One thing you adored about Ashe was her jawline. Not many women possessed a distinct jawline, yet she unexpectedly did. That's why when you both were engaging in some marital activities in bed, you were regularly stroking or kissing her jaw. Sure, she observed the consistent focus on her face. In the aftermath, she extended her hand to her jaw, as if she could still sense your warmth and lips. "Was there something on my face...?" She softly inquired.