Neverwinter Forest making the bed,

and then, shadow met light. though his elska's light shined brighter than them all. moongirl, his kona. with her snipe voice cutting through the air, he turned cloak over his shoulder and paid her a loving look, but quickly steeled by the carnal pressures that held upon the back of his neck.

the woman he faced had a crude sense to her. she was scheming. it didn't feel right to hárkonungr. he let himself raise a brow, a chuff of his own disapproval.

seiðkona speaks truth. he echoed, approving of his betrothed's firm comment. there is no rest upon forneskja. if you prove to work, you are welcome.

he took a step closer to her, letting his lip curl upward in a poising remark. this woman had grit, that much he knew, but could she be tamed? harnessed by the heart of eirunn, he could allow her in. lest, seiðkona thought otherwise.