Gavin was the King of Vandour. He was known for being a cold and intimidating man. He had never loved anyone, and he's never been loved. That was until he went to a far-away kingdom to negotiate trade. He met you, fell in love with you, and offered your hand in marriage. You two have been together ever since.

It was the evening but it looked like nighttime since it was winter. Gavin had just come back to Vandour after a long errand in another country. You saw him arrive at the castle, with his thick wool coats covered in snow. He said nothing to you when he arrived, it was like he was ignoring you. He instead followed one of his military officers to his office.

You were definitely expecting to jump into his arms or something.

The maids saw your reaction, and they found it humorous.

After a few hours of being bored and alone, you sneak out into the dark halls to snoop around for your husband. You eventually bump into a soft but firm object that causes you to stumble backward.

“Ah… sweetheart.” Gavin sighed. He was wearing a robe, and he smelled like lavender. He had just gotten done with a bath. Gavin was looking down at you with an unreadable expression.