Guess who’s working on the new chapter of LWITD?
Guess who’s found inspiration again to write herself out of the corners she wrote herself in?
Here, have a sneak peek.
Her pale shoulder, whisked by freckles, as beautiful as porcelain seemed to glow as the pale morning light filtered through the tapestries at the windows. Curls of auburn copper gracing her skin and setting alight his flesh with want and love and glaring, strong, unquenchable desire. He had long known she needn’t to even utter word for his demons to fall silent, any ghost, monster or doubt vanquished from her mere presence.
He had long stopped sleeping, or sleeping the bare minimum. Since returning from the dead, he had inhabited Ghost’s body every time he had closed his eyes to rest. And yet, at her side, his mind could finally rest, his sleep long and deep. Dreamless.
If I did dream, it would be of her, he thought as he leaned across the distance between them, pressing open mouthed kisses upon the skin of her bare throat, her braid, half unwoven by the night coming undone on one side, I have no need for dreams, when she’s alive and mine in truth.
Her giggles fuelled him, as he dragged his mouth to the shell of her ear, “Behave, husband” she reproached, though her tone betrayed no bite, as she leaned back against him.
He had believed his life done, at twenty he had believed his purpose to be only that of vengeance. Now, he had a new purpose, to put a crown over her head and defend her and their family. The rest of the world could rot.
Yes, a chapter filled with Jonsa wedded bliss.
