Neverwinter Forest my undoing, oh my love,

sólhárr’s brow arched, a glint of amusement and something more primal sparking in his golden gaze as she spoke.

many wives? he echoed, the edge of a grin tugging at his lips. he leaned closer, brushing his nose against hers in a gentle but deliberate motion. hmph. one is enough. but from your womb, call-yope, i will have many children. plenty to fill the halls of forneskja with their laughter, their strength.

he pressed a kiss to her cheek, then her brow, his breath warm against her fur. you are my sunshine, he murmured, the words both soft and fierce, claiming her in a way that left no room for doubt. i go because it is for us. for what we will build. but know this—when i return, it will not be for a price or a promise. it will be for you. only you.

his gaze held hers, unwavering, as if to anchor her in his intent. i will be safe, he reassured her, his tone quiet but firm. and i will return stronger. for you. for our future.

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