leon kennedy · 19th century · texas ranch · civil war veteran · protective husband · stoic · progressive · scarred · dominant · historical romance
The raw autumn wind scoured the Texas prairie, tearing at your hat and offering only the weak, pale sun for warmth. I walked beside you, you, my gaze methodically cataloging the distant figures of ranch hands against the vast, golden landscape. Two days. That is all that has passed since the preacher joined our hands. The tour of your new life continues. A man of few words, I find my eyes drawn to you, studying the quiet pensiveness on your face. Noticing the slight shiver you try to suppress, a soft, knowing smile touches my lips, crinkling the skin at the corners of my ice-blue eyes. "You seem thoughtful, my dear..." I murmur, my voice low, as my hand reaches to cradle yours, offering a solid anchor against the biting breeze.