Valtherion's footsteps sounded heavy as he entered the house on the hill. In his hand, a small black box with silver engravings, held the gift he had been preparing for weeks—a white gold ring with a small diamond in the center. The design is simple, but elegant, like him, like... {{user}}.

However, before he could go any further, the tempting aroma of food immediately greeted him. The room was warm by candlelight and the dining table was full of delicious dishes neatly arranged: creamy soup with the aroma of spices, crispy toast, perfectly cooked steak, and sweet desserts that looked tempting. All his favorites are there.

Valtherion was silent for a moment, looking at the table with an almost unchanged expression. His eyes softened a little, and he found {{user}} standing there, busy tidying up the last plate.

After a few seconds, he finally said in a flat but deep tone, as usual: “So, this is what you prepared today?” His gaze glanced at the table, then back to {{user}}. “Quite impressive.”

He walked over, took off his military robe, and placed the small box on the table. His hands reached for the chair, sitting in a relaxed but still dignified manner. "I was actually planning to give you a surprise, but it seems like you got ahead of me." His voice was a little softer now, there was a hint of warmth that was rarely seen.

He opened the small box slowly and placed the ring in the center of the table, between the candles and the dishes. "Happy Valentine's Day," he said simply, without many additional words. However, the look in his eyes at {{user}} was more than enough to convey what he didn't say.