Herbalists' Cache supposed to be on stage, but fuck it, i need a minute

it is rare for him to be so open, but here he stands before her, soaking in blood and water, offering her something she is not sure she deserves. not like this, when she still had not apologized—soon. let this moment not be soured by bad memories.

his touch is possessive, burning even through the cold of the water, his palm firm against her face as he demands what he knows she would never give to another. his touch feels like home. she has spent her whole life fortifying herself, yet with him, she crumbles.

"i will," she breathes, and it is not submission—never—it is a promise, unwaveringly honest. "i will fight by your side. I will be your wife." the words are binding, sealing something neither of them will ever be able to undo. whatever lies ahead—vengeance, war, bloodshed—she will stand beside him, through it all.