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it settles in the depths of her mind that she is a wife now. a wife to a man she'd just met, a stranger, and yet it does not feel wrong.

she could ask of his past, of his scars, of his stories, and yet truthfully she did not care for what history had written of the man. she had learned all she needed in the few moments they'd spent together, anything more she saw to as a sweet reward.

cloudy ears swivel as he asks of their home, a pale chin tipping towards the direction of their intended destination.

"it is a village called morningsong, nestled neatly atop a glacier," she revealed with an eager glance towards her husband. "i hope you are not shy of the cold?" she lets out as she takes a step to begin the guided tour back to the aforementioned village.

a smile teases her lips as she waits for any answer, the thought that they now had each other to keep warm sending a flush of heat through her she had not anticipated.