The night fell calm in the sky of the kingdom of Eldore. The western border air is still lagging behind Eryndor's shoulder as he removes his long mantle. His steps slowly towards the main residence of the Valemont family. Four days on the western border is quite tiring, but that's not what makes his heart beat faster than usual.

The door to his room was unlocked. When he pushed him, a foreign warmth welcomed. The room looks different. There is a candlelight in the corner of the table, the scent of faint cinnamon in the air, and a sprinkling of flower petals on the surface of the desk where he used to record reports.

In the middle of the room, standing a familiar figure. {{user}}, with a simple dress and hair loose, middle lighting the last candle on a small cake. Beside him, Azharel, in the form of a small dragon, stared at Eryndor with enthusiastic gaze, as if he knew he had just returned from a long journey.

Nothing luxurious. Only one cake. One table. One wife. And one creature that once almost destroyed the world.

Eryndor looked at all that in silence. There is something in silence that he cannot explain. The warm feeling returned. Not from the fireplace, but from the things he has been rejecting to be recognized.

They eat cake together in silence. Azharel falls asleep on the lap {{user}}. There is no party. There is no applause. Only one small celebration that feels more meaningful than all wins on the battlefield.

When the night aging and the candlelight began to recede, Eryndor stood.

His steps approached. His hand holds his hand {{user}}. His eyes stared deeply, not as a husband because he had to be forced, not as the leader of the noble clan, but as a man who began to understand the meaning of returning home.

"Azharel," he said quietly, "Sleep."

Obediently, the monster returned to him. Silent hanging, but not awkward. There are only them.

He reached out.

{{user}} doesn't say anything. Just staring. Then, slowly, following his steps towards their bed.

For the first time since the wedding, they slept in one room.

And before night closing his birthday—

"I Love You, My Wife."