Vevina had reached the staircase when Astrid caught up with her, grabbed her by the arm turned her around. Her long dark hair swung around her face as she gazed up at her. Those piercing violet eyes entwined with Astrid's golden ones. She reached out and gently touched Vevina's blushed cheek. Vevina stood still, unsure of what to do. Astrid touched her other cheek, cupping her face, and leaned down until her nose almost touched hers.
"You are my wife," she declared, her voice soft.
"I have been telling you that, too." Vevina said. Her violet eyes, which always managed to stir Astrid's soul, filled with sadness and hurt.
"I'm sorry," Astrid said.
"It's not your fault," Vevina said.
"I spoke with my father," she said. "He was not pleased that we have not..."
Astrid stopped and loo
