She would bring him food, massage his sore muscles, and hug away any of his pain.
Her selflessness showed him what true devotion was all about, and in turn, he became more considerate of her needs and emotions.
He learned to choose his words with caution, knowing she was an empath who needed gentleness in their relationship.
Their evenings consisted of dinner, and afterward, they cuddled on the couch as they shared stories about their day.
Apart from his brothers, Saba was the only person he confided in without fear of judgment, even when it came to the stress of running the Order.
No matter how down his spirit was, having her in his arms always brought him happiness.
As they went to bed, she drifted off to sleep on his chest as he played with her hair and kissed her.
Before dozing off, she would whisper how lucky she was to have him.
Fokk, he was the blessed one here.
Each day, he fell more in love with her, and the growing need for his adoration overwhelmed him.
So it was no surprise when he murmured his feelings for her one morning, out of the overflow of his heart.
They were having breakfast out on the terrace adjacent to the pool.
Enjoying the warm summer haze at the start of the day.
He was lying back on the outdoor lounge, feet up.
His woman was curled at his side, cradled by his free and mobile arm.
The remains ofkahawa, muesli, yogurt, and toast sat on the long table before them.
Her head rested on his chest, her fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on his skin.
The sun cast a golden glow on her hair, turning the highlights in her dark hair into a halo of spun gold.
He studied her for a moment, taking in the delicate curve of her neck and the sweep of her eyelashes against her cheek as she blinked.
He cleared his throat, bracing.
‘Saba,’ he began, his voice rough with unvoiced sentiment.
She raised her head to look at him, her eyes searching his.
‘What is it, honey?’ she murmured.
‘The second I met you, my bride, despite my anger, you captivated my heart. I adore you,’ he muttered, his utterance raw with a myriad unspoken emotions.
Her eyes met his with tenderness.
He caught the reflection of their shared journey in those depths, the highs and lows etched into her gaze.
‘More than that,’ he rasped, clearing his throat, self-conscious all of a sudden. ‘I love you.’
His adoration flowed from a place deep within him that he thought was long closed off.
Her lips parted, a soft gasp escaping them as she processed his words.
For a moment, time stood still as they held eye contact, the chirping of birds and the distant hum of the garden fading into the background.
