Have you forgotten those who died in the firestorm

You’re the WORST. Did you not know you’ve tried to force a romance on me? ;) People have problems, it seems, hun. Lol. I’d not even give it a second thought. Someone is just a bit bitter.

kept in darkness | Sigrid & Bard

“Barely. They had too many when we lived in Laketown still. Here  like to leave them freedom.” especially Sigrid. “They’re princesses and a prince now, they can enjoy that a bit, I would say.” Bard smiled softy at her. Their society was still so young but all of them had one thing in common: They knew hardship. “You weren’t foolish. You were desperate. We all know what it’s like. Had the town not supported me, i would have had no choice but to steal myself after little Tilda had been born.”

Bard still felt himself shake. He almost lost his daughter. His kids were his world and almost losing them always shook him to the core. He needed to protect them. And in this case he couldn’t. Like his wife, he could not protect his daughter from giving birth. However she managed it. She was weak and exhausted, but both her and her son seemed to be strong enough. The babe was resting against Sigrids chest. Bard stroked her sweaty cheek. “Aye. And I am so proud of you, Sigrid. So very, very proud of you and him. He’s perfect.”

kept in darkness | Sigrid & Bard

For this short moments Bard saw the girl in front of him, his young daughter, still happy and hopeful, without the responsibilities that were place upon her later. He saw her before her world shattered. He’d not fail her again, not her. And he saw her mother before him. He had sworn to her from Sigrids first cry, that he’d protect their baby girl. And he would. “They most certainly did. The men and elves looked to me. The elves refereed to me as king more than once.” It was more than possibly the cause of them being captured. He didn’t wan to imagine Sigrids worth, however he had a sinking feeling he knew it regardless. Suddenly the door opened, light streamed inside. The orcs all but ripped Sigrid from him, pushed her into a corner, to get him. They pulled him outside, down a corridor into a dark, foul smelling room for interrogation. Not long after he was brought back, but he couldn’t stand. Instead he fell, like a sack of wet grain to the floor.

No. No, they had to be somewhere. They had to be somewhere here, he just had to look harder and he’d find them. They were probably exhausted. Maybe his brother was with his children. It was possible. They got separated but the elf and the others dwarves stuck with his kids. He could only hope for that to be true. In that case they might be unharmed, he hoped they were. His life had no meaning without them, they were his entire life now, his entire purpose of living. “No, keep the blanket. I’m still too wet for this to be able to warm me up anyway.” He’d need to try first. “You stay warm, dwarf. I’ve been through this kind of wetness before, I will be fine.” He might get a cold, but that was a small price to pay for ensuring peoples lives. “We will find them. If I’m not mistaken they should be...” Bard had just turned to the water as he saw it, floating sadly on the surface: A doll, a doll he knew all to well. It was Tildas doll. “No.” Bard moved back into the water, far enough to catch. “No. Please, gods above, no.”

Bard took the coat and put it on without a question. He’d need the coat again after all. As did the children. He literally worked for that, to give them warm coats and food. And it wore him down. But he fought for the right reason. He took his loves hand and smiled at his children. “I will try to get a day off soon. I know it’ll be a hard dent in our finances, but... you know.” “

Strange. That covered a lot, actually. All of it was strange. Bard pulled the blanket closer. All of this was strange, but they had to endure. They would endure, at least the fittest of them. Despite all the weak ones safe, he knew not all of them would make it. There were many people dying even back in Laketown. The weather was against them. They had to try. “We should make tea... but I think it’s wasted on Blogad. He won’t make it.”