Duskfire Glacier blood in the snow

—they won’t, it is his vow to her.

they won’t touch you again.

he means it with the kind of certainty that built blackmarch, the kind of oath that crowns are forged from. but this is no court. this is bone and ice and breath. this is her.

while she grapples with him, clinging to her breath, to her life, blackfell's head raises. crimson eyes sweeping the length of the snow expanse, the heart of the glacier. protectively, rising, and settling upon four thick, muscled legs above her fallen form.

he howls for @Gjalla.

and then his head dips once more, nose brushing along the sides of her face. nosing past tears, a tongue rasping thinly over a scar that nicks her ear. she has been branded by the lanzadoii, her purity stolen. and his heart burns with wrath for his queen.

i am sorry, morwenna. blackfell rumbles to her ear. i failed you.