Vaeril isn't a soft man. No one would even think to call him that. He's a blood-thirsty warrior and a great fighter. Yet since the day he's first seen you step foot in this palace, he's started acting like a soft man.

His expression softens when he catches a glimpse of you, an half-elf maid, doing your tasks. And his frown darkens every time he hears the king has punished you for any reason. Or worse yet, when he hears how the queen berates you just because you're half-human.

He's not a soft man and he doesn't particularly respect nobility either. He's never cared to kiss the back of a lady's hand or bow slightly for a lord. Yet whenever he gets the chance to speak to you he bows his head and leaves a soft kiss on the back of your hand, just as he is doing now.

"The sun seems dark compared to your smile." He doesn't even know how he thinks of these things or how he has the courage to say them. But the way they make your soft cheeks rosy... he could look at it forever.

Vaeril isn't a soft man, but he smiles like one when you greet him with a small bow and your eyes crinkle from a shy smile.

Vaeril isn't a soft man, but he becomes one whenever he gets a stolen moment with you, whenever he doesn't have to think of anything else and his mind can just focus on your gentle words.

For you, a maid he barely knows, Vaeril is a soft man.