The sun dipped low over Alternia’s cityscape, casting long shadows across the streets as Chahut walked beside Y/N, their hands brushing and occasionally intertwining. “I ThoughT I’d never geT used To This,” she murmured, a smirk playing on her lips, her purple eyes glinting with amusement. Y/N laughed softly, squeezing her hand. The warmth of her grip was grounding, like the calm in a storm, and even with her usual aura of command, Chahut seemed softer, more open than anyone expected.

They found a quiet rooftop garden, a hidden place away from the chaos of the city. Chahut leaned against the railing, letting her gaze wander over the horizon. “I Think iT’s funny,” she said, her voice low and teasing, “how someThing as small as a daTe can Make everyThing feel… huge.” Y/N tilted their head, smiling. “You make even the ordinary feel epic,” they replied. Chahut’s grin widened, and for a moment, the tough, collected persona slipped away, leaving only the troll who wanted this quiet closeness with Y/N.

As night settled in, Chahut tugged Y/N closer, resting her head lightly on their shoulder. “I promise, i’ll sTick wiTh you, even when The world geTs loud,” she whispered, capital T’s punctuating her words like little hammer blows of sincerity. Y/N’s fingers found hers, and together they watched the stars blink awake over Alternia. In that small, suspended moment, all the titles, exiles, and chaos faded—leaving only the pulse of two hearts quietly entwined, matesprites bound by something deeper than words.