The sun will always rise

Thistle did not know very much about her husbands father, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted too. Especially if ragnar told her of how he took his slave, that would upset her greatly. She did not believe in taking what was not yours to take, and that meant another’s body, one should always ask permission, unless you were married, but that was an entirely different area.

Thistle shook her head at her husband, well that answered her question. The one question she hadn’t asked, exactly how fond of his slave was her husband. Obviously, it was still the forbidden siren that called to him, but now that she was offering and he wasn’t taking. She shrugged, Alright then Ragnar, and I don’t think she will go back to her people she is questioning too much now I imagine.

Thistle listened to him and spoke in a conspirators whisper Alright while you’re sitting I’ll keep watch. She teased him gently, at his next words her eyes got wide. Ragnar! She lowered her eyes, laughter evident in them, the thought of the forbidden, made chills skitter up her spine. You are insufferable! She shook her head again in mirth. He was simply the very devil.