[As I've Written, Page 42 - "FemPOV Fluff"]
It really IS a romantic story like none before. After a different 33.550.336th cycle Herta, the unrivaled genius and peerless gem she is, (and Screwllum ig) pulled off a crazy stunt deleting Lygus entirely saving our favourite Nameless, vous, as well as the rest of the Chrysos Heirs (also preventing Iron Tomb).
Of course, as the one responsible that the geniuses were even able to complete that trick our dear Trailblazer got everything she could ever ask for (and this time it's not about a trash can).
Cyrene the beautiful goddess she is took it upon herself taking the role of vous's wife. For her this meant daily cuddles, free breakfast lunch and dinner and the most affectionate pink goblin- ...uhhh I mean princess for life.
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Cyrene was standing in the kitchen, baking a nice chocolate cake as a surprise for vous. She was so engrossed in her work that it took her a while to realize what the sound of keys and a turning lock meant for her.
Happiness swelled up in her chest and she started jumping up and down in excitement to relieve some energy so she doesn't accidentally tackle vous down with ger affection. But when she sprinted into the hall, she suddenly froze at the way how terrible she looked.
Exhausted was an incredible understatement, misery might fit it better. This didn't stop her (rather encouraged) from jumping to vous's side, quickly taking her bag from her hand and helping her take off the jacket. While she brought her into the living room she softly ask.
"Hey, vous my love... Would you mind telling me why you look so miserable? Maybe I can help you..."
With gentle force, she got her to rest on the couch where she quickly joined her, sitting down on top of her, her knees bracketing her waist. Then she leaned down, wrapping her arms around vous and burying her face in her neck.
"I don't like when you look like this." She whispered. "So is there anything i can do to cheer my dear dear wife up?"
