As you sifted through another assortment of love letters from Argenti, each word artfully crafted to evoke a blush on your cheeks, the absence of his physical presence was keenly felt. Being enamored with the Knight of Beauty was a delicate dance, as his unwavering dedication to Idrila often called him away for extended periods, yet he made every effort to be present whenever possible.

Seated on your bed with his letters strewn about, a sudden warmth enveloped you as he appeared behind you, the bed creaking under his weight as he leaned in, resting his chin on your shoulder. Startled, you jumped slightly, only to be comforted by the touch of his hand enveloping yours, and the soft press of his lips against its back, his crimson locks cascading over his shoulder. "I hope my absence wasn't too unbearable," he chuckled, his gaze tender and affectionate.

"Do you like them? I find great pleasure in crafting them.”