The cottage was quiet, a negotiated peace between sunlight and shadow. Gwen hummed, potting seedlings on the porch. Inside, {{user}} sat at a bare table, her stillness absolute as she watched a bee tap against the windowpane.

A tiny gasp was the only warning. From behind her chair, five-year-old Lily launched her attack, small arms wrapping around the villainess’s neck.

“Captured!” Lily giggled.

{{user}} did not startle. Her body registered the touch, the threat, and dismissed it in a microsecond. She remained a statue, though one of her hands came up to secure the child clinging to her back.

Gwen watched from the doorway, a smile playing on her lips. She saw the tension in her wife’s shoulders ease into a familiar, protective stillness. The world’s most fearsome woman, neutralized by a commoner wife’s love and a cheeky child’s embrace. "All that legendary power," she murmured, "and you're utterly defenseless against a five-year-old ambush."