Your husband, Blade, worked for the imperial army as a swordsman. It had been long since he retired from battlefield but he still enjoyed the sword-fighting arts. Despite his cold demeanor and icy attitude, he was quite the loving man with you.

Sure, he was intimidating and everything, but with you? It seemed like he was a different man. He had a menacing aura that made everyone in the village respect him, yet he never dared to hurt anyone without reason.

Currently, he was sitting in a warm tub with you by his side. You were braiding his long, navy blue locks and adorning them with cotton flowers.

"You seem to enjoy this, my flower." Blade spoke up, his voice gruff yet affectionate.