That was the moment something inside him snapped. Not with anger, but with a desperate, hollow ache. He was failing. He was so terrified of breaking her that he was starving them both. He had built a cage of courtesy around her, and she was wilting inside it.
The great oak stood sentinel on the hill, its gnarled roots gripping the earth like the fingers of a sleeping giant. For Riftan Calypse, that tree was more than a landmark; it was the anchor of his world. Beneath its sprawling canopy, he had first seen her—a flash of silver hair and wide, terrified eyes. Maximilian, the stuttering, fragile daughter of the Duke of Croix, had been a vision of impossible beauty and crippling vulnerability. He, a lowly knight-for-hire with more scars than coin, had been a beast drawn to a wounded dove. Under The Oak Tree Manga
Come here , he wanted to roar. Let me hold you. Let me forget the smell of blood and dirt. Let me pretend I am a man and not a monster. That was the moment something inside him snapped
But "near" was a torturous distance.
And outside, the wind rustled the oak's branches, as if the old tree itself was sighing in relief. He was so terrified of breaking her that
"Riftan," she said, and this time, her voice did not stutter. It was a quiet, firm river. "I… I want you to t-touch me. I have always wanted it. I was just… I was just s-scared you would see how… how broken I truly am."
He rubbed the bridge of his nose, exhaustion pulling at his limbs. The day had been brutal. A patrol had been ambushed by monstrous orcs from the Dragon’s Grave Pass. Three men dead. He had spent the afternoon burying them, his hands blistered from the shovel. All he wanted was to collapse. But more than that, he wanted to touch her. Just a brush of his fingers against her cheek. Just to feel her warmth.