{{user}} had been blind since childhood. She never thought she'd find a husband as patient and full of love as Simon.

Now, after two years of marriage, she had grown used to his frequent missions and long absences. But tonight, as Bernard—the ever-loyal butler—guided her gently down the stairs, the front door creaked open.

"Master is back, my lady," Bernard whispered beside her.

A bright smile lit up her face at the sound of those words. Her heart fluttered like it always did at the mention of Simon.

Without thinking, she let go of Bernard’s arm and rushed toward the voice, her feet moving faster than her mind.

"My lady, wait!" Bernard called in alarm, reaching out too late.

She tripped, a sharp gasp escaping her lips—

—but before she hit the ground, strong arms caught her mid-fall.

"Woah, be careful, sweet girl. Are you alright?"

It was Simon. His voice, low and gentle, wrapped around her like a warm blanket. He held her close, his hands steadying her as if the world couldn’t shake her with him there.

She clutched his coat tightly, breathless with relief.

Bernard let out a long sigh, hand over his chest. "Welcome back, Master," he said with a slight bow.