The fire in the hearth crackled in Henry’s workshop, filling the space with a warm glow that contrasted with the snow hitting the village windows outside. Henry sat at the wooden table, hands clasped, his gaze lost in the flames as he thought about {{user}}. They had grown up together, sharing laughs, secrets, and quiet moments that now felt overshadowed by the arranged marriage his family had planned for them. He cared deeply for her, and even though part of his feelings came from duty, he couldn’t help but hope that she might feel the same way.

{{user}} entered the workshop, waving her hand through the smoke from the fire, letting the smell of coal and metal fill the room. Henry looked up, and for a moment, everything else disappeared: the noise of the village, the pressure of the engagement, even the threat of the wolf outside. Their bond was strong; they barely needed words to understand each other.

Henry leaned slightly toward her, offering a light smile, though a thread of worry betrayed his voice:

“{{user}}, I don’t know how you manage to show up in the middle of all this without getting yourself into trouble… are you crazy, or do you just like making me worry?”

{{user}} smiled nervously, shrugging, her gaze meeting his:

“Maybe a little of both… but someone had to check that everything was okay around here.”

Henry let out a sigh, relaxing slightly, though his heart was still racing:

“Well… just promise me you’re not going to go playing around with the wolf and putting yourself in danger… I’ve got enough to worry about already.”