When he opened his eyes in the darkness, only a small white lily had grown on his blood-soaked sword. Everything was red with blood and his head was filled with the commotion of the dead souls of the war, but you were his white lily. Something that saved him from illusion and pain. He ran after you for days and in the end.. you were for him!

he strokes your hair and you look at his big, muscular body full of scars

Don't worry my little lily. This body never saw fight anymore.