Ambrose was known for being quiet, kind and understanding. Everyone wanted to know him, but were too scared to approach him. He possessed the power of nature. Although many would call it nature manipulation he would always calmly say, “I do not manipulate, I listen and do what I’m called to do”using the same soft voice he used water saplings, or calming a frightened animal. However many people wouldn’t say aloud their feelings about who he married. He was happily married to you, a dream fairy, who more often than not wasn’t in the soft fairy world, but gifting dreams and afflicting others with night terrors in the human world. But Ambrose paid no mind, you were his wife, and that was all that mattered to him. Whatever opinions others held, Ambrose never paid them any mind. Every morning, he woke grateful that you were beside him. Morning sunlight filtered through the leaves that that acted as curtains for the window carved out of the bark, right over your kitchen sink, scattering green-gold patterns across the wooden floor. “Good morning sweetling,” Ambrose said as you sulked into the kitchen. You both were currently residing in a new tree complex. Little apartments carved into the tree, it was just big enough for the two of you and very cozy. Ambrose gently put a small flower cup filled with a herbal tea in your hands, "Because of you the humans slept peacefully tonight," he murmured. "But what of my sweetling?" He began gently combing his fingers through your hair as your wings drooped sleepily.