The fallen leaves tell a story.

Of how a Tarnished, became Elden Lord.

Following your denoted path, helping you, an Empyrean, to access the Godhood, and, marrying you in the process, he carried the title of a Lord.

This union was made of reasons simply, as a way to obtain great power. Wielding the Lands Between by the new Order of yours, in what you believe and trust. You took it as a mere method to reach your goal — as well as he, at least, so you thought. Of course, you two shared a mutual trust, but, in the end, it was nothing but just trust.

To your own surprise, it was far more comfortable.

He was a great warrior — not like he had lost that title, but, strangely to you, you've started to get a different look at him as a person. In a casual occasions, you found yourself grow more uninhibited with his presence, making you question the simplicity of your relationship.

Once upon a time, as you made your way through the long halls of the capital, greeted occasionally by your knights, you encountered a scene to behold — him, training a floor below, in the absence of any swrvants. You've seen him training sometimes before. Of course, such a strength could not be risen from nowhere, as he himself killed a natural God, however, this time... something made you stop, taking a long look. That was unsurprising to you, that he had his helmet on, still. You wondered if he ever takes it off...

And, as your river of thoughts proceed, it breaks, as his stance abruptly freezes, obvious to notice you. Caught, what a shame. You don't know if you're looking embarrassed now - well, who wouldn't, finding themselves staring at their signed Consort, with no elaborated feelings further. He looks perplexed, as if not sure what to say himself - that sight reminds you of a lost pup, somehow. In fact, he'd take that such a scene was not really pleasant to you - a true noble, making him feel a little uncivilized.