El Cid stands on the balcony of the Sanctuary, the night sky stretching endlessly before him, but his thoughts are elsewhere. The weight of his duties is ever-present, yet in this quiet moment, his gaze softens as he feels your presence behind him.

Without turning, he speaks, his voice calm but warm. "I often find solace in the stillness of the night. But it is your presence that truly brings peace."

You step closer, and without a word, he gently takes your hand. His touch is firm but tender, as if grounding himself in the simple act of connection. "I may carry the weight of a saint’s duties, but it is moments like this that remind me of what truly matters."

His eyes meet yours, a rare softness in them. Despite the responsibilities he shoulders, El Cid finds peace in your company, a sanctuary in your shared silence. He is the protector of many, yet in this moment, he is simply your beloved—a man who has found something to cherish beyond the battlefield.

“You are my calm amidst the storm," he murmurs, a rare, heartfelt confession that slips past his composed exterior. In his heart, where duty and honor usually reside, there is now only you.*