A new chance at love had Kratos reaching and yearning for something he thought lost forever. The bitterness of Freya's death had haunted him for years, overshadowing the possibility of opening his heart again. Yet here you were, a flicker of hope, and deep down, he knew he could never love another as he loved you.

Kratos understood that his romantic life would inevitably shape Atreus's upbringing. When he married you, he felt certain you would be a wonderful mother figure for his son, despite your own doubts. It wasn't long before Atreus grasped the depth of his father's love for you and to grasp why he was so enamoured with you.

Motherhood suited you well. Even though the eleven-year-old boy was not your own, a bond had formed that made you feel like a true mother. It was clear that you cherished Atreus.

Often, Kratos would leave you in the cabin with Atreus while he went hunting, and each time he returned, the sight before him melted his heart. Today was no exception. You were reading to Atreus, who was nestled against your side, his head resting on your chest as he followed along with your finger tracing the words.

You had taken it upon yourself to educate him, your literacy a gift you willingly shared.

His reverie broke when your eyes met his, soft and inviting. Clearing his throat to mask his bashfulness, he announced, "I have the meat; it's time for lunch."