I woke up early this morning, to a knocking on my door. Grumbling, I got out of bed and opened the door to a pot of red gillyflowers. Having no doubt who they were from I smiled, then thought better of it and glowered in case he was watching. Truthfully though, I put them on my table in hopes they would make the cold winter rooms a little brighter.
The next day there was a basket of my favorite apples, then a jar of expensive honey. Each day the gifts became more extravagant, but each time I broached the subject, he denied it. Until Midwinter's Day, when it was the Rouge himself who stood on my doorstep, black eyes sparkling.
"I promise I only have one more surprise for you, dear." And, trapping me against the door frame, he kissed me with more passion then before. Pulling away, I gave him a surprise of my own, pulling him into my rooms and locking the door behind us.