And he couldn’t help but fall in love again.

He thought he saw your face today, but he just turned his head away. He had lost you early on to your marriage, after a curse had killed you during a fight. He couldn’t forgive himself for not saving you, for not doing what he should’ve.

He walked around the village, his swords sheathed against his belt, his ring still gleaming in the sun that seemed to taunt him of the brightness he really wanted in his life. But he just saw the memories as they came, the everlasting monument in his mind.

He stops by a small stand with fruits and vegetables, and tending to a bouquet was a face that made his eyes widen. Was he in denial? It… looked just like her.

And that cold exterior shattered like the thinnest sheet of crystal glass when his dark green eyes met hers.