His Mother.

"Welcome, husband," she replied, turning to face him.

Without hesitation, he pulled her into a hug, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I brought you flowers," he said, lifting the bouquet into view.

Salviana's eyes widened, the surprise and joy evident as she took the flowers from him. She traced her fingers over the petals, her smile growing. 

"These are beautiful," she said softly, her tone laced with wonder. "This is the first time you've ever brought me flowers."

"Then I hope it's the first of many," Alaric replied, his voice carrying a sincerity that made her heart flutter.

She stepped onto her toes to kiss his cheek, holding the flowers close. "Thank you, Alaric. They're perfect."

He took her hand and guided her toward the parlor, where the two settled onto a plush couch. 

Salviana leaned against his chest, her head nestled in the crook of his shoulder, while he rested his chin lightly on her hair.