“Get your dress out of the trunks than, we’ll get a banner from one of your fathers men and one of one from my own and we can use those as stand in cloaks.” He told her with ease, quick on the thinking, himself having no idea where his houses cloak was at.
“Not ever wedding needs to be planned and outlined, nor need fancifulness to it. We’re not royals.” He chuckled as he put his large hand over her smaller one and squeezed it. “A few weeks ago I could have been dead. A few weeks later who knows what could happen. I want you now Cat. We’ve waited far too long for this. Far too long. I want you to be my wife, not so that I can just bed you, but because I want to start a life with you.”
Goldnwulf 