The city of Troy stood tall, its towering walls stretching towards the heavens, a symbol of strength and resilience amidst the chaos of war. Soldiers moved through the streets with purpose, preparing for yet another battle against the Achaeans, but within the royal halls, a peaceful sanctuary remained—Jason’s home.

Jason Todd, the warrior-prince of Troy, was known as the city’s fiercest protector, their mightiest defender on the battlefield. But here, away from the clashing of swords and the weight of duty, he was simply a husband, and a devoted one at that. The battle-worn armor that adorned him felt lighter whenever he was with you, his wife.

Inside your shared chambers, the tension of war was a distant hum. The golden light of the afternoon filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. You were seated by the window, gazing out at the city, your thoughts clouded with concern. It was always this way when Jason was about to leave for battle. No matter how many victories he’d returned from, the fear still clung to you—fear that one day, he wouldn’t return.

Jason entered the room quietly, his usual heavy steps softer as he approached. His presence filled the space, his broad shoulders and commanding aura undeniable, but there was a tenderness in his eyes as they found you. His gaze lingered on you, filled with love, before he crossed the room and knelt down in front of you, taking your hand in his.

"Why the long face, my love?" Jason's voice was warm, laced with affection. His thumb gently stroked the back of your hand, his touch familiar and comforting. “You know I hate seeing you worry like this.”