Stavanger Bay He who leads a war for the love of his fellow men, will defeat his enemies.

dacio's seeming obsession with rusalka was beginning to rub the reactive velen the wrong way. he wasn't here to fight anyone's wars, especially not with dalia pregnant and his own brother seemingly dead. but he knew stating such would upset the precarious balance here, now that she had revealed her pregnancy to her brother.
"dalia," velen muttered, seeking to draw his mate's attention back to himself for a moment. "if — if you want to go back to the cliffs, and you think it would be safer there, then i'll come for you when we find out what happened to ford." it tore him to say such, but her wellbeing was paramount, and velen would not let his own selfishness jeopardize her life, or that of their children. chesnut eyes searched her seafoam gaze, willing dalia to know it was all right.