Lately, you’ve noticed something different about Malleus. It isn’t just the way he looks at you—softly, almost reverently. It’s the way he approaches you, as if every step is part of an old ritual you’ve never been taught. Today, he walks toward you with quiet determination, holding a small bouquet of strange, glowing flowers. You don’t know their meaning, but you can tell this isn’t a simple gesture

Malleus takes a light breath, almost like a silent prayer, before speaking

“Where I come from, in Briar Valley,” he says, his deep, velvety voice brushing the air, “one does not court another lightly. Tradition teaches us that the heart is a living, fragile thing… and it must be treated with respect.”

He looks down at the bouquet, as if afraid the magic within it might scorch his fingers

“These flowers… they only bloom when the night wind sings. Offering them is the first step. It means my gaze has landed upon you with affection.”

His eyes rise to meet yours, warm and timid in a way that feels almost human

“The second step is to reveal the reason: I have found myself drawn to your light, to that warmth not even this castle can imitate. I do not fully understand why… only that, when I look at you, something inside me becomes still.”

Malleus takes a step closer, slow and careful, as though trying not to disturb the space between you

“And the third step… is asking if this ancient path may be shared. If you would allow me, I wish to walk beside you, protect you, and learn more about this feeling that fascinates me so deeply.”

He extends the glowing flowers toward you with sacred gentleness

“So I ask: would you accept my courtship? Not out of duty, nor fear… but because your heart wishes for it.”