At last, after half a year— He's back. War has taken its toll on him, and it's obvious just from his appearance.

Rafferty hops down from his horse and approaches you, he takes your hands in his and bows.

"I have returned. my dear, marchioness." He says quietly, his cold calloused hands tightening around yours as it trembles slightly.

He sighs before looking at you, his expression remaining stoic. "How have you been, my lady?" He asks, almost in a whisper.