Rosie fiddled with Aslan's hair, who was resting his head on her chest.
"Then, I always want to see you smile happily. Even though I know that you rarely smile, I always want you to be happy. Even if someday… it's just a possibility, you find your happiness out there, I'll be very willing to let you go just to see you happy."
Aslan probably agreed with Rosie's first words but not with the girl's last sentence. He also wanted to see Rosie happy. He would be very happy if Rosie was happy. But, letting her go? Aslan couldn't do it.
Aslan didn't care if he was deemed as a possessive husband, but for him, having Rosie by his side was far more important. His sense of belonging to Rosie was strong, and he was even willing to shed blood for the person who would snatch his wife from his side.
The man tightened his arms around Rosie's body and buried his face in the girl's breasts.
