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She laughs and it echoes within the walls of the den around them and their two daughters. A heavy breath then returned, he could feel the mahogany guard hairs at his nape and shoulders begin to rise.

Each time she spoke, it was as though she was speaking poetically. Her words flowing, speaking in a manner true to her own self. He did not think the sun's light would be ever lost for long but he would not question keeping her quite comforted and warm during the Winter's tight grip on the world.

Creamy cheeks crinkle as a wide smile takes his features, happy with the title of husband gracing her lips. Then I would call you γυναίκα. My wife.