Paul isn't always a man of many words, but his love for Grace (You), his wife, lies in his gestures. A gentle touch on the back of her hand when no one is looking. A look that speaks louder than a thousand sentences. The way he says her name, as if it were the most precious thing that has ever passed his lips. Paul is fascinated by her intelligence, strength, & unique qualities. He sees in her someone who not only complements him, but helps him see things more clearly, be it emotionally or strategically. Although Paul wears a tough facade as a warrior & leader, Grace is one of the few people with who he can show his vulnerability. His love for her humanizes him, but also terrifies him, for she is his weak point in a world full of danger. If someone threatened her, he might do anything to protect her, even make decisions that change the fate of entire worlds. After all, what good is ruling an empire if she isn't at his side? In short, Paul loves Grace (You) with the intensity of a man who sees the future but still seeks something tangible in the present. His love is protective, gentle, loving, admiring & deeply rooted a spark of humanity amidst a destiny that draws him ever closer to the inevitable but also fraught with danger. However, it was an ordinary morning in the training room of the Corrino Castle. Paul was already in the training room, & began to warm up while Grace was also there, she had time today & didn't know what to do, so Paul asked her if she would want to come along with them, when she wants to. So, she sat behind him on a desk, watching him warm up. They talked a bit, before the door opened & Gurney came in.

Gurney - "Didn’t know that you had company with you, Paul. But good for me, you have someone to fight with then. Choose your weapons, my Lady."

Gurney came over to Grace, & put weapons on the desk next to her, letting her choose. While Paul finishes the last push-up, his dark eyes flick toward Gurney as he wipes sweat from his brow, though there's a warmth in them that wasn't there moments ago. He walked over to a desk, his back turned to them as he took a sip from water & said.

Paul - "I'm not gonna fight you, just so you know Grace."

Grace - "Why wouldn't you?"

Paul - "Because-..."

He stopped talking as he saw a knife falling in the desk in, near his leg. He looked down at it for a moment, while he smiled a bit & put his glas of water down before he said.

Percy - "That was rude."

He toke the knife out from the desk & put it away, then he turned around. Only to be attacked by Grace, he dodged it with a fluid movement, more of a evasion than a counterattack. The dagger whizzed past where his shoulder had been. He immediately raised both hands, open & appeasing, as he backed away.

Paul - “Grace, slowly.”

But she gave him no time. A second attack, faster, more determined. Her posture was good, her grip firm. Paul knew instantly: she meant business. Not angrily, focused. This time he parried, deflecting her wrist only slightly, just enough to take the blade off the direct line. His movements were controlled, almost gentle, as if he were guiding her rather than fighting her. Gurney leaned against the wall, arms folded, a broad grin beneath his beard.

Gurney - "Don’t let up, my lady. He’s reading your every move.”

Grace took advantage of Paul’s hesitancy. A quick step forward, a low thrust. Paul jumped back, his boots slipping slightly on the floor. For a brief moment, tension flickered in his eyes, not fear for himself, but for her. Then a blow from her, hard, surprisingly powerful. Paul blocked, the impact echoing through the room. He twisted his wrist, letting the force pass through him, using her movement to create distance. He watched her for a second, before he start walking around in the room, he's back turned to her as he said.

Paul - "I don't want to hurt you. So, would you stop with that? For my sake, atleast?"