Neverwinter Forest eat your heart,

and he listened in silence, now, to the commands of his betrothed, of his wife-to-be, said so clearly that she may have been one of the gods and goddesses who had so recently bestowed this path upon them. and so it will be, he murmured, tone thick with reassurance. we will stand before the gods and our kin with both pride and acceptance, with a trust in one another that no other, aside from sólhárr and callyope, could ever think to resemble, such a confident tone - it made him feel as if he were still a boy! youthful and full of a drive that was not yet weakened by doubt, by memory.

her warmth is palpable before him, and so he plants a kiss upon her blooming cheeks, a smile growing upon what was usually a stoic face. you honour me so, he whispered, then, his tone low, intimate, his words only for her to hear, before he may gift her with another kiss. i must go, so that i may speak with hárkonungr of our arrangements. you should meet with seiðkona, for no reason in particular, other than wanting the woman who would soon be his wife to find conversation, to spark joy in the light of such events. for they would soon be wedded! a union that would strengthen forneskja.

a union that would birth the future kings and queens of the neverwinter.

feel free to fade with your next!