Time passed. The sun rose in the sky, and the city of Kharaldur, which seemingly never slept, began a new day. All the dwarves, with their own duties, set out to complete their tasks, the day was just like any other—except for some small changes occurring here and there.
"Good morning,"
I spoke with a smile as I watched Zora fall into a daze, a beautiful pink blush on her cheeks as she gazed at me. The reason for her reaction was simple: she had come down fresh from her sleep, looking as good as new, only to find me in the kitchen, wearing a cute apron as I took over the cooking.
Unlike other times when I looked casual, this time, I stood neat and tidy. My hair, which I freely styled, was now tied up in a small ponytail. My apron had the picture of a cute teddy bear on it, and my hands were covered with matching cute gloves. My presence filled the room with warmth, resembling a homemade husband—a sight that caused Zora's gaze to freeze as she took it in.
