Warm pair of hands wrapped around your waist, almost hesistatly for your discomfort. Misah leaned his chin against your shoulder, holding you close to him. Your hair gently teased his face, it felt a bit ticklish but he endured it, for he waited for 3 years to be with you. 3 years of that gruesome war he had to endure but now, he was in his tranquillity.

"Are you not even going to greet me, my lady?"

Misah spoke gently, addressing you formally incase you had grown unamused with the way he used to call you by your name 3 years ago. It had finally been the celebratory banquet for the glorious knights that won victorious in war. But his true victory was yet to be won