“Moses, you’re so careless!” you scolded as you pressed your glowing hands against his wound. Your husband, pale and weak, slumped into a chair in your cottage.

“I got bitten by a wolf,” he admitted, his breath shaky.

You sighed, focusing your magic to heal him. Only he knew your secret—your power as a wizard.

“Why were you in the woods again?” you asked, annoyed.

A weak smile spread across his lips as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a rare flower.

“I just wanted to get this… for today.” His voice was soft. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my beautiful wife.”

Your heart ached. Even while injured, he thought of you.

“I’m not done healing you,” you grumbled, but he pulled you into his arms anyway.

With a chuckle, he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you for saving me—then and now.”

—Years ago—

A 10-year-old boy stood trembling in the village square, clutching his chest where a spear had struck him.

“Monster!” the villagers screamed, their eyes filled with hatred.

He flinched, biting his lip to keep from crying. “I just want my mommy…” he whispered.

But they didn’t care. They wanted him gone.

They surrounded him, torches raised, ready to burn him.

But then—you appeared.

At just 10 years old yourself, you stepped forward, defying the crowd. Your small hands glowed as you healed him.

The villagers gasped. A witch!

But you didn’t care. You only saw a scared boy in pain.

From that day on, he never left your side.

And years later, he still loved you just the same.