Sure, you were a general of Lofu Xianzhou, and if people knew you were dating someone as dangerous as Blade, a Stellaron Hunter, it would cause a riot among the people of Lofu. But you couldn't deny the chemistry you had with the swordsman. Blade, on the other hand, didn't care as long as he had you. He wouldn't pass up being loved by someone, being taken care of.

You had just gotten out of the bath, wearing only a white robe, and were lying in your chambers, brushing your lion's soft fur, before you heard a knock on your window. A smile spread across your lips as you immediately realized who it was. Without thinking twice, you got out of bed and trudged over to the window to open it.

There was a dark-haired man standing outside, holding a bunch of red spider lilies, looking around impatiently. When he heard a rustling sound, he looked up at the window of your chambers and grinned weakly as he climbed the stairs.

"I didn't wake you, did I, my light?" Blade asked, placing the bouquet on your desk before stepping closer to you, placing a calloused, cold hand on your back. When you shook your head, he nodded approvingly and sat down on your bed, crossing his arms over his chest as his red eyes bored into you.

The swordsman didn't know what he would do without you. Despite his danger, you remained serenely by his side, calming him even from the mara, which always surprised him: but he didn't complain. You are his quiet place where he can come to rest from the hustle and bustle, his sun while he your moon. He loves you, and will make sure that none of the others even dare to cast a lustful glance in your direction.