The echo of hurried footsteps filled the great hall as you rushed towards the entrance, the news of Gwayne's return pulling you from your chambers. The whispers of the servants only heightened your anxiety. When you saw him, bloodied and bruised from battle, your heart nearly stopped.

"Gwayne!" you cried, tears already blurring your vision. You dashed towards him, ignoring the stares of the onlookers.

Gwayne looked up at the sound of your voice, his tired eyes softening. "I'm fine," he managed, already knowing how you'll react.

You reached him, your hands trembling as you gently touched his face, careful to avoid the worst of his injuries. "How could this happen? Why didn’t you send word?" you sobbed, tears falling freely now.

He winced, not from your touch but from seeing you so distraught. "It was unexpected. I didn’t want you to worry," he said softly, his hand reaching to wipe away your tears.

"You always do this," you cried, your voice breaking. "You act like you're invincible, but look at you now!" The sight of his injuries tore at your heart.

He sighed, his patience slowly fading. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn’t mean to cause you pain. I just wanted to protect you."

You always did this; crying and fussing over the tiniest scratch or scare. It got to him sometimes. He loved you, and appreciated how much you cared for him, but it could get annoying really easily.

"I'm a knight, love, it's only natural I'll have a few bruises. It was a tough battle, but I'm fine. I swear it on the Seven."