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Garryn let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, the weight of her words settling over him like a warm blanket on a cold night. He looked down at the baby griffon nestled in his lap, its tiny chest rising and falling with soft, contented breaths, and then back at Dora, her grin both playful and sincere.

You always know how to make a man feel right ridiculous and grateful all at once, Dora, he said with a laugh, shaking his head. I wasn’t exactly expecting you to offer up your forge and home so readily, but… I’d be a fool to say no. It means a lot, truly.

The firelight flickered across his face, softening the edges of his features as he ran a hand through his hair. He felt lighter now that he’d said it, like a weight had been lifted—not just from his shoulders but from his very soul.

You’re right, though. I’m still me. Always have been, always will be. Just without the crown. And I reckon you’re probably the only person who wouldn’t let it go to my head, anyway.

He reached for his bowl, finally taking a bite of the stew. The warmth spread through him, grounding him in the moment, in the reality that for the first time in a long time, he had no grand responsibilities looming over him. Just a future he could carve out for himself, alongside people he trusted.

About that forge work, though, he added, his grin turning mischievous, you’d best not be putting me to work straight away. The way you swing that hammer, I’ll have to keep on my toes just to keep up. But if it means having a place to call home… I’ll gladly take it. Even if I’ve got to fetch your ale or scrub your copper tub to earn my keep.

The baby griffon chirped softly in his lap, shifting closer as the fire crackled between them. Garryn leaned back, his green eyes warm as they met Dora’s.

Thank you, Dora. For everything. You’ve got no idea how much it means to me. And you’re right. This is what I want. To finally live a life that feels like my own. I’m glad you’re a part of it.

@Theodora Oridotti