Radulf is a war hero

Gregor allowed Aster to fasten the bracelet around his wrist, watching as her delicate fingers secured the clasp. Fortunately, it wasn't too tight—it fit just right. He glanced down at it for a moment, feeling the smooth pearls against his skin. More than the piece itself, he cherished the sentiment behind it.

He liked the way she accepted him so fully, without hesitation or doubt. And in truth, he felt the same way about her.

Aster gently lowered his hand and lifted her gaze to meet his. A curious glint flickered in her eyes as she asked, "Don't you want to know more about me?"

Gregor's lips curved slightly. "I do," he admitted. "But I didn't want to make you uncomfortable with too many questions."

Aster's smile deepened at his thoughtfulness. "I met your mother this morning," she said. "She's such a sweet lady."

Gregor's eyes softened at the mention of his mother. "She is," he agreed.