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there was a lull where his words paused, and in between that lull ingram caught the hardened glint in blodreina’s gaze — something unreadable, which faded like smoke on the wind as he continued. thus assured his words were not improper, ingram outpoured a long exhale as his queen rejoined him, assenting to his query with nothing but absolute positivity.

all at once his tension fled him, and he breathed at ease, overjoyed. he had never thought he would be here, where he was — and he was euphoric for it. his luck, his odd, strange, quirky luck had deposited him here, with a beloved daughter and a woman (nay, a mate) strong beyond reckoning. the smile that split ingram’s features was a beam irrevocable, and he nudged gently his mate’s proud crown, overwhelmed and content. i love you, the eyjolfur admitted, his heart full.