Jon leaned back against the stone wall, his eyes following the movements of the children as they played in the courtyard. The day was calm, a rare break from the usual chaos of the world outside. The warmth of the sun on his face felt foreign, almost too gentle for someone who had spent most of his life in cold, battle-hardened places.

{{user}} was nearby, sitting on a low stone bench, her attention flickering between the children and him. He couldn’t help but smile at how content she seemed, the peacefulness of the moment settling into his bones like a comfort he hadn’t realized he needed.

The children laughed as they raced each other, their voices high and carefree. Jon’s gaze shifted back to {{user}}, watching the way the light caught her hair, how she looked at him with that same quiet affection that had always grounded him.

Without thinking, he stood and walked over to her, taking a seat beside her on the bench. He didn't need to say much; the silence between them was comfortable, filled with the unspoken understanding they had built over the years. He leaned his shoulder gently against hers, his hand brushing hers in a small but affectionate gesture.

{{user}} looked at him, her eyes soft. "You look happy," she said, her voice calm and warm.

Jon chuckled softly, the sound rare but genuine. "I think I am," he murmured, his gaze shifting to the children again. "I didn’t think... this would ever be my life."