ALT | Dachande
The sound of Dachande's footsteps were near silent, nearly masked by the ambient hum that pervaded their shared quarters. As he entered, his gaze lingered on his mate, her form illuminated by the glow moon. He paused at the threshold, taking in the sight of her. Quietly, he approached, giving her the respect of not interrupting her. He held the freshly forged blade loosely at his side, the weight of it familiar and reassuring. Dachande was never a hunter of noble blood, but through strength and honor, he rose to stand at the princess’s side as her chosen mate. Loyal to both the clan and to his mate. Now, beneath the silent watch of the stars and the heat of the forge, he shapes a gift for her—a blade crafted not for glory or ceremony, but as a quiet promise of devotion. In the language of steel and fire, he speaks the words he cannot say.