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Chapter 1 - Chp 1.1 - Morning Love

A bright afternoon sun lit up the lush Greenhaven Forest, where a small house lay hidden among the tall trees. Inside, a husband and wife enjoyed a peaceful life, far from the hustle and bustle of the town. The spirit of the forest merged with their souls, creating a beautiful balance amidst the sunlight that filtered through the green leaves.

From the outside, it looked like an ordinary dwelling in the middle of the woods, but to them, it was a sanctuary brimming with countless treasures of shared moments. The quiet of the morning was often interrupted only by the melodious songs of chickadees and cardinals and the gentle rustling of maple and oak leaves dancing in the breeze. Here, every fallen pine needle and every whisper of wind bore witness to their love story that had blossomed and deepened with each passing season.

Chop! Chop! Chop!

The sharp, rhythmic sound of a knife piercing wood echoed through the warm kitchen. Ethan Culver's grinning face, with laugh lines crinkling at the corners of his eyes, lit up the honey-colored room as he busily prepared fresh ingredients for breakfast. Joy sparkled in his hazel eyes, for cooking had been his talent and beloved hobby since childhood, when he would stand on a stool beside his grandmother learning her secret recipes. But what made his passion even more meaningful was the chance to create a unique dish for the woman who had captured his heart completely—his wife.

As he was immersed in preparing the ingredients, the wooden floorboards creaked softly behind him. Someone appeared and hugged him from behind, arms wrapping around his waist with familiar tenderness. Startled at first, his heart quickly bloomed with warmth when he recognized the delicate touch that had become as essential to him as breathing—his wife embracing him, her cheek pressed against his shoulder blade.

"What are you cooking, dear?" his wife asked softly, her voice still carrying traces of sleep.

Ethan turned briefly, catching the morning charm of his wife's face from the corner of his eye—tousled hair framing sleepy eyes that somehow held more beauty than the forest outside their windows. Even just out of bed, with pillow creases still marking her cheek, she was utterly captivating. He answered with a mysterious smile that dimpled his left cheek, "Secret!"

His wife hugged him tighter, nestling her face into the soft fabric of his shirt covering his back. She inhaled the comforting scent of her husband—a mixture of cedar soap and that indefinable essence that was uniquely his.

Ethan's smile widened, his heart swelling with contentment to feel his wife's loving presence anchoring him as surely as roots to soil. He continued cooking with enthusiasm, occasionally casting a glance over his shoulder at her, still clinging to him like a koala to its favorite eucalyptus.

"I can't wait to see what you're cooking today," she whispered sweetly, her breath warming the fabric between them.

Ethan continued his activity with practiced precision, while the delicious aroma of sautéed herbs and butter began to tantalize their senses, filling every corner of their cozy kitchen. Each ingredient was carefully arranged on the cutting board with the meticulous attention of an artist preparing their palette—vibrant red tomatoes, deep green basil leaves, and golden-yellow bell peppers creating a canvas of colors.

"What are you making, love?" she asked again, this time with a playful tone and a gentle poke to his ribs.

Ethan replied while flipping an egg in the air with confident skill honed through years of practice, the yolk landing perfectly intact in the sizzling pan, "This is a secret I can't share, darling. But trust me, it'll be a special dish just for you—something to match how extraordinary you are."

His wife smiled contentedly against his back, enjoying the morning intimacy filled with the comforting aroma of cooking and affection that wrapped around them like a well-worn quilt. They, like two puzzle pieces perfectly joined after a lifetime of searching, created a beautiful harmony in their little kitchen bathed in morning light.

The sun climbed higher, sending shafts of golden light through the window above the sink, dust motes dancing in its beams. The light caught the silver strands among Ethan's dark hair, creating a halo effect as he continued working with passion. At the same time, his wife still embraced him from behind, savoring every precious moment of togetherness as if committing it to memory.

Once the meal was arranged on the hand-painted ceramic plate—a wedding gift from years ago—Ethan served the breakfast with a theatrical flourish, pulling out her chair with an exaggerated bow. His wife smiled in admiration at the beautiful dish before her: a perfectly crafted omelet stuffed with garden vegetables and herbs, topped with edible flowers from their garden, beside sourdough toast drizzled with honey from their beehives.

"Wow, it's so beautiful! You're amazing," she praised him, eyes wide with genuine appreciation for both his skill and thoughtfulness.

Ethan just chuckled shyly, a flush creeping up his neck, feeling a surge of happiness seeing the joy illuminating his wife's face. They sat together at the weathered oak dining table that had witnessed countless meals and conversations, enjoying a breakfast infused with love that seasoned every bite more perfectly than salt or pepper ever could.

"Please, darling," Ethan said as he raised his glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice, the morning light turning it into liquid gold.

"Thank you for making this breakfast, love!" his wife replied with a sweet smile that still, after all these years, made his heart skip a beat.

That morning was filled with laughter and stories, creating cherished memories in that small room with its view of endless trees. With each bite, they felt the warmth of a relationship they had carefully built together over the years, brick by brick, day by day. Moments like these were silent witnesses to the joy of a marriage full of love and sacrifice—ordinary moments made extraordinary simply by being shared.

After their intimate breakfast, Ethan began clearing the dishes while his wife slipped away to their bedroom. What followed was a transformation that still left him breathless, even after years of witnessing it. His wife wasn't preparing for an ordinary day—Ethan's wife then got ready to fulfill her duties as a hunter. Yes, it's true—Ethan's wife was a renowned and well-known hunter in the region they lived in. Mention her name, *Emberlyn Scarlet*, and throughout Eldervale, people would instantly recognize her skill and prowess.

Their secluded home in Greenhaven Forest wasn't merely a retreat from town noise—it was a sanctuary that protected their most precious secret. Beyond the dappled sunlight and whispering leaves lay a truth known to few: the woman who had just embraced him in their kitchen was none other than the legendary hunter of Eldervale, nestled in the valley beyond the forest's edge.

Emberlyn Scarlet, a fiery-haired warrior woman, possessed unmatched tracking and hunting abilities. Her brilliance was reflected in her flowing red hair, which mirrored her blazing personality and the ferocity with which she pursued her quarry. When she emerged from their bedroom, gone was the sleepy-eyed woman with pillow creases on her cheek. In her place stood a formidable figure whose presence seemed to sharpen the very air around her.

Before slipping into her armor, she opened the small closet in the corner of the room—a quiet ritual Ethan had grown used to. With careful fingers, she removed her wedding ring and placed it gently in its usual spot, tucked safely away.

Not only was she skilled with her blade, but Emberlyn also possessed immense physical strength. Her exceptional agility and power made her a dynamic and intimidating presence in the forest. Yet those same powerful hands had just tenderly embraced him from behind, and those agile fingers had delicately held a teacup across their breakfast table.

After donning her iconic hunting gear—leather armor with crimson accents that seemed to blend perfectly with the forest at sunset, emblazoned with the emblem of a fox—Emberlyn Scarlet stood confidently before Ethan, her smile wide and full of life. The kitchen that had witnessed their domestic bliss now framed this extraordinary contrast: a legendary hunter standing amid the lingering aromas of homemade bread and fresh coffee.

"Darling, Emberlyn's heading out now!" she declared with enthusiasm, her voice carrying the same warmth it had when she'd asked about his cooking, though now infused with purpose and determination.

Ethan looked at his wife with pride. The man who had so skillfully prepared their breakfast now gazed at her with undisguised admiration and a hint of worry that never quite disappeared. For Emberlyn, being a hunter was a calling she couldn't ignore. It was as essential to her as breathing, as cooking was to him—a passion that defined her being. She took Ethan's hand and pressed a gentle kiss to it—a quiet gesture of respect for her husband—before pulling him into a warm embrace. Then, with a final smile, she headed out, leaving behind a kitchen still filled with the lingering scent of breakfast.

Just before stepping out the door, Emberlyn turned back to Ethan.

"Take care, my love," she said softly, the morning light catching the subtle patterns etched into her leather armor—designs he had traced with his fingers on countless evenings.

Ethan smiled and gave her his heartfelt blessing. "Come back to me," he whispered, the same words he always offered when she left—a prayer and a promise wrapped in three simple words. He knew that out there, Emberlyn would carry out her duties with unwavering dedication. Meanwhile, Ethan returned to the kitchen, reflecting as he inhaled the comforting aroma of the meal they shared, patiently awaiting the return of his beloved.

His fingers traced the grain of their oak table as he sat back down, memories washing over him like the sunlight through their windows. Often, Ethan felt as though he were living in a dream, questioning how someone as magnificent as Emberlyn Scarlet could truly be his wife. 

For him, reality and dreams frequently seemed to blur together. Just an ordinary chef like himself—how could he possibly stand beside someone as extraordinary as Emberlyn? His hands, skilled with knives and spices, seemed so mundane compared to hers, which could track prey through the densest parts of Greenhaven Forest with uncanny precision.

It was as though he were just a speck of dust swallowed by the wind when compared to Emberlyn's brilliance. 

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