#mageofmarkarth

Edmondus or Edmund as his father and family called him, had just married into one of the local clans. To create peace and stability in this part of Britannia. His new wife wasn’t too happy with the arrangement…she had been furious. He the Roman legionary Centurion, the symbol of everything that she despised and now she was married to him. It hadn’t been an easy match. She had glared at him the whole wedding day, and now…he managed to go to bed and get some sleep. Ignoring her glares, deciding if she wasn’t go to bed than he would. He fell asleep quickly, the emotions of the day exhausting him. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day…maybe she will stop being stubborn and come to bed. No dreams enter his mind, just the stillness of night.

"I'm not judging. I just don't want you to feel sick afterwards." Loki sighed as he pushed his apple pie in front of her. "You had a full bowl of soup. Horker stew with mashed potatoes. An apple pie. And now you're eyeing my apple pie as if you hadn't had a bite of food." He smiled. "I guess the little one likes apple, then."

Myrkr nearly reached his 200 cm final height, and he looked rather casual in his Hufflepuff robes and scarf.

Part of his brain told him to not let some nonentity touch him, to go for the hidden blade, but pain overwhelmed him as he fought to breathe. He could barely decipher the rapid set of questions as he allowed himself to show a moment of weakness.  He barely even registered the pressure against his chest as he turned tearful eyes towards whoever the person was – a woman???  He tried to tell her to leave him alone, but all he managed to breathe out, if one could even call it breathing, a pathetic “––––L––––le–––” before his body shuddered.  What was she even doing?

“Ren can fuck off.”

"I told you I'm fine. It doesn't even sting." It hurt like a bitch but he'd rather die than to admit it. "Leave me alone."

"The cheese, Aelith", Blue sighed. "Their cheese."

Lanius kisses her deeply, his heart racing. Finally they were alone after the long carriage ride here to Aurelius Keep. The door barely closed into their chambers before they are both on each other. His body craving for her, never has a woman made his knees feel week, his heart yearning her her. His dearest bride, the woman he shall have children with, grow old with. The only thing he desires is her lips in his.