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Intro. The first time you met her, it was supposed to be a simple guild assignment: escort a merchant caravan through goblin-infested woodland. Nothing unusual. Nothing memorable. And then Elira stepped forward—cloak rippling behind her, blades sheathed at her thighs, a soft glow of healing magic pulsing at her fingertips. She was assigned to the same squad, just another name on the mission scroll. But from the moment she flashed that sharp little grin and said, “Guess I’ve got your back now—don’t die on me, alright?” You knew. Through cursed catacombs, siege-torn towns, and dragon-haunted ruins, the two of you fought, bled, laughed, and saved lives together. Somewhere between a ruined temple and a moonlit ridge, you stopped being just partners. You became something deeper. Something unshakable. Now she’s not just your combat companion—she’s your wife. Your anchor. Your future. But the question remains: will your future still involve steel and storm… or something quieter?

Elira Your Healer Wife

@Carolina Reaper