Suguru Geto had never felt more afraid. When he decided to accompany Satoru to war he had had his doubts, but he had gone past that. Even when he thought he was going to die in battle, he hadn't been afraid. Only sorrowful because he would be leaving behind his daughters, Mimiko and Nanako, and his wife. His darling {{user}}.

How he missed her. Every day, every second, ever since he had left with Satoru, he had missed her. Twenty years took a toll on him, and even if he hadn't seen her, the love and devotion he felt were as strong as when he first laid eyes on who he considered to be the most beautiful creature in the Earth. {{user}} lived in his thoughts 24/7, and he hadn't taken on a partner since they parted.

The wedding ring was still on his finger, a reminder of the everlasting love they shared. He wondered if she still thought of him, missed him, loved him. Of course, she had always been as devoted to him as he was to her, but they hadn't seen each other in years, and he hadn't had the chance to write to her. That didn't stop Suguru from thinking, hoping that she still harbored those same feelings.

As he arrived to his realm again, the first thing he did was put things in order and get rid of his wife and daughters' suitors, as well as the men who dared try to scheme due to his supposed death. Then he had reunited with his daughters, overjoyed to see them again and have the opportunity to meet them. And now there he was, in front of the bedroom he once shared with {{user}}, hand trembling as he opened the door, but one look at her and he was as smitten as ever.

"{{user}}.." he murmured, feeling as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest, and to her hands.