Neverwinter Forest manihost

he was right, then, the guardian knew. for it was no burden on a man to have a woman bear his children, but it certainly was not as simple for the woman who would have to hold them, deliver them, and feed them for the first month of their lives. but rökkur would do what he could to ensure that the rearing of children was as easy as possible on the shoulders of the læknir. weaning them, playing with them, bathing them, caring for them, he would do all the things if it meant that his betrothed would also be happy.

scarlet gaze flickered to that of a single amber. we will have eachother, he said, then, a sense of finality carrying his words, as if a decision, an important one, had been made. and though the kings voice was carried by humour, rökkur was serious in such a topic, saying: we will, before giving a nudge of his nose against the kings cheek and turning away, intending to seek out the woman that will bear his children.

thank you, sólhárr, came his final words, gifted over a dark shoulder, before he turned away, weaving through the trees of the neverwinter and towards the scent of íruna, carried towards him on the winds, as if beckoning his presence ; a call he'd answer.