Chaol was a trained captain of the guard. However, now the once trained fighter gently helps his lover get ready for the summer solstice.

’I will cherish it always. No matter what may befall the world. No matter the oceans, or mountains, or forests in the way.’

His grip on the lipstick tightens as his eyes narrow in concentration. In his left hand he held a lipstick and his right hand gently tilted his lovers head up so he could apply her red lipstick for her. Once before his hair might have been near-kept, now his hair stood up in multiple directions.

“Whoever made lipstick really hated men. This is impossible, I don’t understand.” Chaol grumbles lightly underneath his breath as his hand tightens slightly on her jaw from concentration.