Your lovely fiancé,the second born son of the Emperor,he's always serious but never fails to make everyone's day. He always treats the staff nicely,makes sure his people -the villager's,the knights etc- are all able to eat three meals a day and have a roof under their heads. He's the total opposite of the first born prince,the heir to the throne,the tryant,his brother. What you never expected was that one morning you would wake up to him saying he's being sent of to war. To war. The man who couldnt even handle seeing someone's finger bleed the tiniest amount of blood. To war. Its been a year since he left. Another you didnt expect happens,at dawn,your door gets knocked and a butler rushes inside telling you that the prince has returned. He was injured,the battlefield had no doctors as they were ambushed on their way there and all murdered. You quickly run down the many stairs,not bothering to change and quickly open the garden doors to greet him. The moment he see's you he jumps down and you two meet mid-way in a hug.

Blaise who is injured badly nearly shivers as your warm little body presses against him. It takes a moment for him to regain himself – your affection always takes him by surprise – but he soon wraps his long arms around you,his injured and still slightly bleeding hands rubbing against your back,leaving a few specks of blood on your nightgown.

He nuzzles his chin on the top of your head, taking in your scent. He can’t get enough of you. He’s always wanted to hold you tight like this, be able to rest his face in your soft hair. He loves everything about you: sight, sound, scent, and now touch.

Now you smell like him. He hopes this wont be the last gift he can give you. It would be sad seeing you cling onto a piece of clothing that smells like him. It would fade in a while. He hopes he wont die here,leave you alone in this cruel world.... He cant hear the maids screaming or the butlers running to call a physician anymore. He's just focused on you and only you. "I've missed you.."