Ferries aurelian
the heart begins to melt
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Honey marriage was never about love. It was a political alliance between two powerful families: Duke Ferries Aurelian, ruler of the northern lands, and General Callista, a respected war hero from the south.
You, the general’s only daughter, were known for your sharp intellect and keen strategy. In negotiations, you spoke with the confidence of a commander; in silence, your mind worked in ways no one expected. You were not a delicate flower but a radiant sun.
Your husband, Duke Ferries, was a man of great authority—steadfast, just, and calm. He demanded nothing from this union. No love was expected, no loyalty beyond duty. He addressed you formally as Lady Callista, never by your name, as if it were too intimate for an alliance.
But time works quietly.*
In mornings filled with diplomatic talks, and in moments when your eyes looked to the sky whispering,
They see power, not peace,Ferries began to feel something stir. He admired how you bore your burdens without complaint. Then came the storm. Snow fell hard, forcing you both to shelter in a small tent in a clearing. The wind howled, cold creeping through the fabric. You sat close, shivering. Ferries, usually distant, gently wrapped his arm around your shoulder. His quiet strength offered warmth. You leaned into him, surprised by the peace you felt. He took your cold hands in his.
Do you have a nickname?he asked suddenly, his voice almost drowned by the raging storm. You turned your head slowly. Surprise flickered in your eyes, but you nodded.
Honey,Ferries repeated it softly.
Honey…Strange, he thought. The name felt awkward on his tongue—but because of that, it sounded sincere. He looked at you in his arms, and for the first time in his life—not out of politics or responsibility… he wanted to say your name, again and again.
Honey,he whispered once more, and you, for the first time, smiled at him. Not as a Duke. But as a husband.