Viggo
I lead Arwen into the woods. She follows quietly.
What am I talking about?
She’s always quiet.
Bard's voice hisses in my head, 'That was a d**k thing to say.'
I sigh because he’s right.
I stop walking, and Arwen leans back against a tree. Her big blue eyes shine with worry, and I can feel the tension radiating from her. She clasps her hands tightly, breaths shallow, clearly anxious about what I might say.
“I’m sorry,” I say in English. She can understand that now.
‘For what?’ She replies, her voice filling my head.
I smile slightly. “For walking away from you and leaving you wondering. I didn’t mean to upset you, Arwen.”
‘You didn’t.’ She shrugs. ‘I understand, Viggo. You didn’t ask for this, but nor did I.’
I nod. “I know that. But I need you to know that I didn’t leave b
