Moonstone Quarry Won’t you show me how to dance forever

Both her paws reached up to cup his one, a kiss pressed into his palm as the scent of him rushed her. It couldn’t be helped—she waited so long to kiss him, touch him, love him that she dared not to hold it back any longer. The sun-kissed woman felt as if she might combust with how much heat raged for him.

Then I will selfishly take it all, just as I give all that I ever have been and will ever be to you, my heart—my husband. How had she become so lucky to hold the heart of the Hárkonungr? The gods had blessed her, for reasons she couldn’t fathom, for reasons that she never dared to give herself. But, fate had plans for her, for them, and the Seiðkona was ready for it all.

Fleur pulled away from him, her mind racing with thoughts of their future. As they whirled within, her body moved in tandem, heated by the overhead sun as she danced. Every movement was a call to the gods, to Solharr, to join in her happiness for where life has led her—led them.