She became his star, his sun, his reason to keep breathing.
He never imagined a towering, blue-skinned woman with golden horns, feathered wings, and a long tail could make him feel so vividly alive.
For the first time in decades, Gustaf smiled—truly smiled—as he met Her again and again.
She often had to return to Yggdrasil, but She always came back for him. Every reunion felt like a date, a fleeting, precious moment of warmth in a cold, broken world.
She would scoop him up in her dragon form and soar around the world with him. One day she even carried him all the way to the Moon, using her divine power to let him breathe in the vacuum of space.
Gustaf often wondered why she had chosen him.
Why would someone so incredible, majestic, and divine pick an ordinary, depressed, mentally broken man like him?
And Benladra, ever carefree, would always answer with the simplest yet kindest words.
