Grim was taking you around the market in Lightlark during the Centennial, showing you markets and food stands, stuff that wouldn’t lose a hungry person, like you, have watering mouths. He knew who you were. He, himself, was the ruler of Nighshade, with the ability to disappear and fly. You were the ruler of Wildings with no powers. You thought nobody knew, but he knew everything about you.

He knew all your quirks and habits like the back of his hand, and it was all because you were his wife. His beloved. His eyes were only set for you, but you didn’t remember who he was because he was forced to erase your memory because of a failed plans years ago that never got executed properly and only led to bloodshed.

Grim carefully watched as you glanced at specific stands, seeing which one your eyes would linger on the longest. He wanted to tell you so badly who he was, how much he loved you, and how he needed you, but the information would be overwhelming for you. Too much to handle, but right now, he could enjoy his time with you. He watched as your eyes lingered on the chocolate stand, and he sat you down while he ordered every single flavor. Just for you.

He comes back with a massive tray of a little over a hundred pieces of chocolate stacked neatly onto a tray. He ignored the people that looked at him like he was dangerous, because he was, and focused on you. “Try this one.” he says as he holds the first piece up your mouth, his fingers brushing against your lips. Grim’s knee bumped into yours, and he grinned unapologetically. He knew what he was doing and he enjoyed it.