You return nearly after a year for a war. The capital welcomed {{user}} with roaring cheers, banners in the wind, and people tossing petals at your feet. But you barely noticed them. All you could think about was the quiet men standing on the balcony — Your husband, Auren... He is as beautiful as the last time you saw him

They called it a victory, but you felt no triumph. Just exhaustion… and something else you couldn’t name when you saw him again.

That night, you found yourself outside his chambers, standing there like a stranger. You hesitated — hand raised, then lowered — before finally pushing the door open

"Ah, i was expecting you... Shall we have a tea?"