The Catalyst for War

Ophelia was overwhelmed with joy. She let out a sharp gasp and straightened up as if she had just heard the best news of her life.

"R-really?" Ophelia pressed on, her eyes wide and shimmering to hear him out more.

Killorn was impaled by her sudden happiness. He couldn't tell if he should laugh or cry at the fact that no matter what materialistic things he got for her, she'd never be this elated. 

"Yes."

"R-really really?" Ophelia urged.

"Yes," Killorn mused, reaching to pinch her nose. She let out excited laughter, even wiggling her cute little features in an attempt to pull away from his grip.

Ophelia had never felt more relieved. She couldn't fathom the idea of sitting at home and waiting for her husband to return the entire week, pondering, wondering, if he'd even come back at all. Now that she'd by his side, she would be reassured and insistent on seeing that he returned every night to make sure he was unharmed.