Skarth the GodlessOur naked limbs are entangled as we lay on the stable’s floor. Even though I wish our lodgings were nicer, I wouldn’t change this for anything.
Emeline is nestled in my arms, her soft breaths the antidote I didn’t even know I needed. I can’t stop touching her as I fear she isn’t real.
Being with Emeline has always been special, but this feels different. Somehow, everything we experienced to get here has made what we share even more remarkable.
“I wanted to die with you,” I confess, my lips pressed to the top of Emeline’s head. “I thought I knew pain. But sending you to the gods was the worst sort of pain I have ever experienced.”
Emeline’s gentle breathing soothes the horrible memory of that day.
“That woman was named Elenore. I am glad you gave her an honorable fare
