Stone Circle You're my favorite book

Their fate was suddenly quite settled but she no longer held any anxiety around such permanence. Fig made everything easy- he was so wonderfully steadfast. She was not afraid to tether herself to him. Her mind strummed through domestic scenes- teaching their children how to hunt come Spring, laughing and telling stories in their home and grooming Fig after dinner. She was surprised how much she wanted that.

All this giddiness weaves into the corners of her mouth as she balls herself into the crook of his arm.

“My husband,” she tests quietly, wondering at it, thoroughly addicted to the way it feels on her tongue.

"Tauris Redhawk," she tries next, smiling. Her heart beat rushes, overwhelmed again by her love for him.