Cahir, a cold man that had been unexplainably rude towards you since you’ve met him. His hardened features, the blue-grey eyes that could kill. It was something that drew you towards him, and you couldn’t figure out what it was. Cahir, the man who was undeniably cruel to you, his sharp tongue causing your eyes to fill with tears on some occasions. Cahir, the man who even though hated you, and your ever existence, protected you against anything and everything.

You had been so blind to see the way he looked at you, the way he would never let you get more than a few feet away from him in battle, or uncharted areas. Cahir was also blind to see how much he actually adored you, or, only let himself fully accept it about a year ago. There were whispers from maids about a drawer filled with letters to you, he wrote about how he was simply devoted to you. How you had bewitched him, body and soul.

You weren’t sure what to think, you lied awake nights with thoughts filled with him. Filled of what life could be like with you two together, of how you could be so blind to see his feelings for you.