Neverwinter Forest my undoing, oh my love,

sólhárr felt the words strike like lightning, their power resonating deep in his chest where her voice carved itself into the marrow of him. hers was a fervor that matched his own, that met his storming heart with her steady flame, unyielding and vibrant.

elska mín, he murmured, voice rough with emotion as he leaned closer, his breath warm against her cheek. his lips pressed soft, reverent kisses along her temple, down the delicate curve of her jaw, his hands cradling her as though she were something sacred. you are my world. þú ert minn heimur. i love you.

his words spilled freely now, the strength of his feelings eroding all hesitation. his mouth lingered against her skin, the norse echo of his devotion threading like a vow into the air. ég elska þig, he whispered against her, the words melding with the soft press of his lips.

tomorrow, i go. it pained him to say such things— departing her side for a time. to hunt with the seal hunters. selveiðimenn.

but to have their union sealed with their blood beneath máni would take importance.