This year was no good. It was yet January, it wasn't yet even Christmas when the heaviest storm hit the country. Even for a country which summer means twenty degrees at most, heavy snow still isn't something welcomed.
A knight stomped his boots to get rid of snow on the front porch of a house, his buckle and sword sheath clanked as he did so,. He pushed the door open and stepped into the house, bowing as he was huge and the doorway wasn't high enough for him. Without much ado he took off both his fur and leather coat, leaving them by an iron hook on the doorway. Now that there's roof above him and floor beneath him, how it's the soft glow of candles instead of torch that lights his eyes, and it's the sound of fire cracking in the hearth instead of wolf howling that comfort his ears, he immediately felt at ease, hungry, and sleepy.
"Welcome home," a low but soft voice greeted him. He turned and grinned at the figure wrapped in white gown waited for him beyond the mudroom. She smiled back then shook her head, "a long day I see."
"Rough and tiring," the knight strode near and gave the lady a big hug. He was almost twice her size but still he leant his height on her as he tried to kiss her. The lady giggled but pushed him away, telling him to wash his face first on the basin she had prepared while she brought him dinner.
Meat, soup, boiled potatoes with salt and a cup of wine were ready the time he took the seat at the dining table. It only took him a few minute to gobble them all down. He lit a tobacco afterwards, smoked half, then proceed to the bedroom where his wife waited. She looked at him, then with a flick of finger, telling him to take off his clothes.
"A beautiful lady, a doctor, a good wife," the knight purred as she began to apply ointment to one of the many bruises he bore all over his shoulder and chest, "can't ask for more can I?" "Surely," the lady seemed to ignore the fact that his husband had grabbed her by the bottom and pulled her closer as she was concentrating on treating him, "I can't say the same, sadly." The knight grinned and started tugging at the string that kept her dress together. She raised her brows at him, but letting him be anyway. "You really can't keep your hands off me, do you?" She put the cap back on the ointment jar and was about to place it away when her dress came undone. "You can put that away tomorrow morning," he purred while pulling the rest of the clothes away from her. That was when he noticed a cut on the lady's hand, "what's this?" "I fell down and cut myself on some rock this morning," she showed him her legs, "there's one here too." The knight looked at the gash then reached for the ointment jar she used earlier. "Since you always do this for me I reckon this is the best time for me to do it for my dear wife too." He began to clean the wound with what she used before under the watchful eyes of the woman. She noticed that it was a little messed up and he wasn't as well versed in it than her, but she appreciated the gesture so much it made her chest felt warm. "Thank you," she gave him a kiss on the forehead, then proceed to blow the only candle in the room off, letting him to take her to bed.
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I failed to keep it under 500 plus its a late upp hahaha. These time I did something a bit medieval eh. These ocs are from an unpublished scribble I did quite some time ago. If I'm not wrong, it's rare for a man to serve his wife at this time, which made this even more fluuffyyy ♡
