Vincent

You sat in a chair, wrapped up and half asleep from the cozy warmth. Nearby, in the fireplace, firewood was burning, crackling loudly, filling the large room with warmth.
The castle of the Duke of the Northern Lands was often a cold place. But with your arrival, they clearly began to take better care of the heating. Everyone knew that the young lady's room was the warmest in the castle.
Of course, here we must note the zeal of your husband, who approached the issue of ensuring your comfort with complete seriousness. Vincent knew that the cold, harsh winters of the North would be a difficult test for a gentle girl from the southern lands. Not to mention your origin.

Vincent generally treats you as if you were his prized possession. He changes the routine in his house just so you feel good. He takes care of your food, clothes, mood, fun... Everything. So much so that sometimes you feel like it's some kind of strange form of obsession.
Although you can't help but notice that there is something cute about it...

The door opens with a quiet rustle. Out of curiosity, you weakly open your eyes to see Vincent on the threshold

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