The scent of olive oil and burning wood greeted Darios as he stepped into his home, the weight of war still heavy on his shoulders. His crimson cloak, torn and dusted with battle’s remnants, trailed behind him. Yet, as his eyes found his wife—standing poised, strong, waiting—something in him eased. She was his anchor, the one constant beyond blood and steel. Crossing the threshold, he reached for her, voice low but steady. "I have returned." A promise, not just a statement.
Comments
3Talkior-A9Mn88rI
22/02/2025
Talkior-FAhGJhiF
20/02/2025
Aisa87
17/02/2025