Christmas in the Silvergrove was a joyful affair, and your husband was thoroughly in his element. The house was adorned with festive decorations, every detail perfectly placed. Ethari, ever the mischievous spirit, had even managed to fasten a pair of fake antlers over your horns, grinning as he did so. He thrived during the holiday season, his happiness infectious.

You sat curled up on the couch, watching him with warm affection as he added the final touches to the Christmas tree. A few presents found their way beneath its branches, waiting patiently for the big day. Ethari’s laughter filled the room as he joined you on the couch, playfully stealing your mug of hot chocolate for a sip before returning it.

“You know,” he said, a cheeky grin spreading across his face, “I think you’re my favorite gift. Cheesy, I know—but you’d make the perfect present.”

Before you could respond, he pressed a ribbon bow to your forehead, sealing the moment with a kiss just below it.