Warning: Mature Content

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Winchester
Kingdom of Wessex

The rain continued to descend down from the storm laced sky, the droplets swathed her roseate cheeks the skin nipped by the chill from the cold winds that roamed. Lynette blamed the piercing air for her inability to form a single coherent thought. The weight of his words pressed down upon her, it was not heavy nor was it stifling as if it were hard to breathe- the difficulty of doing such an act that should come easy came more so from the shock she felt, her breath had hitched in her throat- unwilling to move. Yet Sihtric stood before her, the droplets of rain trailed his skin, his stare unwavering from her face- he waited and he knew that he would wait much longer in the hopes she would give him the only answer he had been yearning for.

Her thoughts clamoured in a mess and her were eyes stained by the rain, blurred and nebulous. Sihtric's heart raced in a fervent prayer or a plea, something of the sort, for his lips were sealed in this instant- he will only speak when she has given him an answer, he will wait.

She swallowed tensely, "You are not drunk." She whispered.

He shook his head, "That I am not, I can assure you."

"So you know what you have asked?" She breathed out, her voice quieter beside the ever heightening sharpness of the winds, the rage of a tempest sky bore down upon them stubborn and against the want to halt. He heard her though- her question, loud, to him her voice rivalled the anger of the storm above them.

"I will ask a thousand times if you wish me to, if you need me to." He pressed, "My question has not changed, it remains..."

Her heart pattered against her chest, she could hear the thumping of it, the sound of the flesh squelching and the blood as it travelled her narrowed veins so clear in her ears that she refused to believe he had asked her this. She knew he was not drunk, that, here and now, he had truly meant it for the words carried with them a desperate vulnerability Lynette had not seen in Sihtric, not before and not like this. But marriage, being wed- a vow taken and then tied to their souls. Lynette had grown and matured around a broken form of such a tether and she had never sought nor dreamt of shackling herself to such a bond destined to fail and wither, a connection formed from such an affair will surely shatter.

It had happened to her mother. Irregardless of the fact that she was never wed, the mere desire she sought after had tore her apart and Lynette witnessed each piece of her perish.

And she refused to let it happen to her, to Sihtric, to them both.

Her fingers began to pick at the skin around her nails, relentlessly pulling at the flesh as she blinked away the dew drops that had landed on her eyelashes. His hand appeared soft and gentle, Sihtric placed his over hers and then leaned over her, his hand pulled up the hood of her cloak shielding her from the downpour, "What is bothering you so much?"

"We should go inside, the rain cares not for our wellbeing- we will get sick." She rushed out.

He tilted his head, confused and astounded, "You have no answer." He whispered out causing Lynette to snap her gaze to him, "Or you do and you wish to not tell me."

Dusk perched behind the towering trees slowing arising bringing with it an eventide palette of twilight shades an illustration of the night soon to unfold and Lynette could feel the air around them become cooler, eager for the eve to arrive. Shivers span over her, the thin cloak practically ineffective. Abruptly, she felt his hand intertwine with hers, their fingers laced together as he began to drag them to shelter.

But instead of him leading them to her room so she can rush inside and hide away, to allow herself to think with no doubt and make certain the answer she wishes to give, he lead them to his place, shared with Finan and Valaena who appeared to not be there. Almost instantly when they stepped inside he had hurried them to his bed chamber, shutting the door- she felt herself calm as the warmth from the fire inside began to melt away the numbness that had coated her and she took of her cloak.

Sihtric approached her with a large cloth, big enough so she may dry herself and as she did so she allowed her gaze to discreetly take in her surroundings- his room was simple, not much to it save a bed and a chair, a small bed-side table with a jug of water and a cup placed upon it.

The fire roared which caught Lynette by surprise she turned her stare toward it and saw Sihtric as he threw more logs of wood into the fire. Its flames had risen and cackled the air promptly becoming warmer yet for Lynette she still felt the reminiscent of a chill slit at her, a sharp uncomfortable sensation which stung but not in a painful manner but rather in a form that distressed her. He stood up his hair in a mess and barely noticeable ringlets emerged from the rain- she admired how mellow his appearance appeared, his skin illuminated from the blaze of flames behind him.

"Are you warm enough?" He asked, Lynette nodded her head "...come sit by the fire, the heat is much stronger here." He urged and she did as so, she walked and then she stood before him and he wrapped his hand around her wrist seating her before the inferno of tepidity with a warmth so intense she could feel its passion begin to fade away her distress.

Silence had collapsed down upon them tinged with faint traces of the conversation that was held amidst the scattered incursion of rainfall, she could still feel the droplets hit her skin. The stare within his eyes bore the signs of his confusion and hers held the memories of past days. And just as she thought of that so did he, his mind veiled by the moments they shared together when she first came to Dunholm and how he had wanted to practically then protect her or perhaps befriend her and how over the years this attachment had just prospered and for him had flourished into a feeling of extreme and profound affection, a haven they both wrought out of a place void of such light.

"If your answer is a no then I beg you, say it plainly." He ordered, "Rid me of this worry."

Lynette blinked, the currents of solemnity flowed through the blue of her gaze as she observed him with tender eyes "It..." She sighed, "Have you even thought if that is what you truly want?" She murmured.

"I have but it seems you have not." His gaze then flickered to Lynette her cheeks still so red from the bitter air, "...Lynette I ask of you this..." He grabbed her hand, "Tell me what it is that holds you back like this and don't deny it I can see, it is written all over your face?"

Lynette could feel it rise beneath her skin as it eased into the cracks so comfortably, a feeling she had pushed aside and fought with over the years reappeared to agonise her, her flesh feathered by the slight glimpses of that day- her mother had never been a mother, not how one should be but Elodie was still her mother and then she was gone and over the twelve years Lynette had known her, Elodie had rarely spoken to her but the pain of loss she felt was immeasurable. She hated her, of course she did, for leaving, for abandoning and for thrusting upon her only words of God to in the end fall at the hands of a sin yet that hatred amounted to nothing of what she felt for Aelfric.

"I never thought about marriage. I had let it bypass me..." She whispered her eyes glanced downward and then across the room, "Because it will only ruin us and I cannot let that happen, I am no stranger to it..." Lynette stressed, "..it was because of I Aelfric discarded my mother, she had desperately wanted to be his wife- I knew that, it was obvious and he-"

"You think I will do the same." Sihtric breathed out in a blend of disbelief and confusion, "...to you?"

A thin almost glass like sheath shrouded her eyes as she fought back her tears, she offered no answer- none at all and Sihtric leaned into her with a look in his that bordered on eagerness as if he believed he would run out of time to make her see, make her realise that she need not carry such a fear, not with him.

"Have I not made my feelings clear to you?" He whispered, his voice entwined with a softness that forced her sorrow to unravel from its grasp on her veins.

Lynette breathed out and before she could speak, her lips began to part but- "Then let me make myself clear now, I love you." It was now in this instant that her breath had really hitched, lodged itself in her throat as she looked to him, "I care for you so deeply that it consumes me- Lynette I need you to know that I am nothing like the men you have known, you do not truly think me to be like that-"

"No." Lynette gasped out, "Heavens, I do not."

He cupped her cheek, a habit that he had formed since their reunion, and pressed his forehead against hers "Then believe me when I say that you belong to me." He pulled back, "You have done so since I knew it was you that I wanted to call my wife."

The candlelight in the corner glinted in an embellished light, the feel of his hand against her cheek so palpable it felt like his palm was to infuse with the skin of her cheek, engulfing each other whole in this ever absorbing need that imbued them, wholly.

"...and I belong to you just as much if you would let me."

She pushed his hand off from her cheek, her hand wrapped itself around his wrist as she moved it down and away from her face. She then leaned into him taking him by complete surprise when she placed her lips upon his and laid a kiss so tender against his lips he could not help but melt into her as if he had been starved of her touch for centuries.

A kiss which began delicate quickly merged into a rough and ravenous one when he grabbed her by her waist and pulled her into his lap, her legs wrapped around his hips as her hands now took to wrapping themselves around his neck so that she could kiss him harder. His grasp on her hips ever so forceful but in a way that spoke of his contained desire which had finally erupted.

His hand left her hip and trailed upward until it had grasped her hair in its hold, he tilted her head back this caused her lips to fall from his and then all of a sudden his lips pressed themselves to the skin of her jaw as he traced fervent kisses upon the skin making his way down to her neck, and with each that fell upon her Lynette felt her skin consumed by a flush. The heat of the fire behind them vivaciously warmed them as it clung to them. Lynette shuddered as she felt his lips press upon the flesh of her skin harder with much ardour as if he were devouring her whole.

The hand that ley rest on her other hip removed itself to place itself upon her thigh where with each harsh kiss at the base of her neck he squeezed her thigh. Soon enough her dress had began to frustrate him and so he, without unlatching his lips from her, pulled up her dress so that he could place his hand against the flesh of her thigh. Lynette released a gasp mixed with a rapturous whimper of pure bliss, a feeling she did not know but somehow felt so right as his fingertips deepened their grasp on her thigh.

Unexpectedly he stood up his hands now back around her waist as he held her to himself, his eyes taking in her plump kissed stained lips. One hand had now wound its way underneath her thigh while the other remained latched at her hip. "You look so beautiful, I should never stop kissing you." He whispered against her lips.

Lynette pulled back, "Do you not wish for me to say I love you back?" She raised her brows.

"You cannot begin to know how much I long to hear those words fall from your pretty lips..." He walked them over to the bed and sat her down upon the furs as he leaned down over her. He squeezed her closed lips, "Say it." He hushed.

"And if I say it then what happens?" She breathed out, her eyes taking in his desperate stare.

His head fell back as he released a groan "You must say it first then I will show you." He looked back at her.

"Must I?" Lynette bit her lip to stop herself from smiling, she shook her head "...No." She jested. Her eyes transformed into a look of innocence, a clear cover of deceit as she watched his expressions turn to one of pure annoyance, a gleam of amusement hidden in his grey irises.

"I see..." He leaned closer into her, his breath falling upon her lips and she blinked back at him "You're teasing me, stop it- I do not like to be teased, not like this."

"Is that so?"

His hand wrapped itself around her neck, he pulled her head so close to his almost teasing her now as he refused to lock their lips together "Let us get a priest and wed."

Lynette shook her head, "I will marry you but not now, the hour is late Sihtric." She laughed as she raised her hand up to his cheek and titled his head so that his eyes locked onto the window. Curtains drawn opened, the outside was engulfed by an evenfall sky painted in deep purples and oranges as the fading light of the sun swayed to hide behind the hills and valleys. "Any priest you hope to find is most likely abed." His gazed fixed itself back on her with a sigh.

"That will not stop me from calling you my wife now, to me we are already wed." He brushed back her hair, a curl that had fallen from behind her ear.

Lynette looked back to his lips and as she leaned in he shook his head, "There appears to be some words I am yet to hear..." He smirked, "...just three words." He raised three fingers up in-front of her face emphasising the number.

"I hate you." Lynette snapped out as she pushed his hand away.

Sihtric tsked as he began to stand up, "Wrong answer Lynn."

"Fine, I love you." She sighed and Sihtric looked back to her as his eyes fell to her features, a crimson colour bloomed upon the skin of her cheeks, "And I truly mean it, you consume me..." Her voice now a hushed echo, a diffused faint hymn which to Sihtric was louder than anything he had ever heard before. The words ringing in his ears as he felt himself unravel before her- so easily. "...and you belong to me too." She finally fixed her gaze onto him, she watched as his lips curved into a small smile before he leaned in.

"Of course I belong to you, wife, I always have and always will- there is no doubt there."

Lynette's cheeks blushed a deeper more vivid roseate upon hearing the name leave his lips and she tilted her head, "I like the way that sounds, husband."

Sihtric's head fell into the crook of her neck as he groaned into her skin, his hands held her by her hips on either side as Lynette giggled from the funny feeling. He muttered something into her flesh but she could not hear, perhaps she was too consumed by the feeling of his lips as they brushed the skin of her neck when he spoke- shivers had emerged there upon her skin as she tried to shake the heated feeling, from herself, that burned through her.

Her hand had wound itself into his hair as she spoke "I do not understand, what are you saying?" She breathed out in an amused laugh.

"Fuck." She had made that word out as he began to reluctantly pull himself back, "You are to only address me by that and I am not jesting, I will not heed you unless it is with that name you call for me." He demanded.

She nodded her head, "Do you wish for me to kiss you or are you going to kiss me yourself, husband?" She exhaled out.

A tangible tension roamed around them as Sihtric pushed her legs apart and placed himself between them his hands beside her head which laid resting upon a pillow and then suddenly he grabbed one of her legs and wrapped it around his waist- Lynette gasped out from the astonishment of it. He appeared to be good at this and the thought suddenly feasted upon her mind and played with her uncertainty as if it were a humorous jest.

"He is a man he has probably found a woman and taken her to bed." Sven's irritating voice had somehow woven its way to the forefront of her thoughts, messing about with her certainty that Sihtric would have never done such a thing, not when he feels this intensely toward her yet she could not help the nagging feeling pleading for her to ask, just a quick inquiry- she had to know.

Sihtric's hand resided on the thigh of the leg that is wrapped around his waist as his lips trailed kisses along her throat, Lynette breathed out shakily as the same intense feeling rushed through her but she still pushed him back this caused the desperate man before her to furrow his brows, "Did I hurt you?" He rushed out, concerned- perhaps he had kissed too hard.

"No." Lynette muttered and then breathed in before she, "Is this your first time?" She hurried out and as she did so she averted her stare from his eyes, "...with a women, have you taken a woman to bed before I?"

He tilted her face back so that her eyes were locked onto his and his gaze drunk her in, from her flushed cheeks ever so unearthly- a divine beauty that will solely be cherished truly by his eyes and his eyes only, the manner in which her brown locks fell like a halo around her head upon the pillow had entirely captivated him. He wished for nothing more than to show her how much he had utterly craved for her- a feeling so vast and completely enthralling he would have never allowed himself to gaze upon another woman.

"No, Lynn never- not even once, how could I have done such a thing when what I feel for you had been and remains an ardent force?" Sihtric rushed out, his tone velvety and raspy- voice swathed by desperation.

She felt frustrated at herself for thinking, even for a split moment, that he would ever do that- she did not respond and instead just forced his lips to hers. Sihtric forced his tongue into her mouth and began to roughly kiss her and Lynette kissed back just as vigorously. Her other leg wound itself around his waist. Sihtric's hand proceeded from her waist up her stomach until he had cupped her breast. Lynette whined into the kiss as he pinched her nipple, her hips moved against him.

Sihtric pulled back and took of his tunic and her eyes fell to his bare chest, she thickly gulped before she averted her stare back to his face. His hands grasped the ends of her dress which had mostly bunched up and he looked to her, she breathed out- her chest heaved and then fell, "You can take it off." She whispered.

"As you wish, wife."

He pulled her dress over her head and threw it aside and then, just as quick, he discarded the linen chemise underneath leaving her chest bare to his burning fervid stare. His lips then trailed from her stomach to the valley of her breasts as a hand cupped one and the other wrapped itself around her hip- he squeezed and buried his fingertips into the flesh as Lynette's eyes closed and her head tilted back, her lips parted as short and swift gasps of air passed her mouth.

Her hand had found its way into his hair and she buried her fingers into the short strands, his mouth then wrapped itself around her breast- his tongue moved lightly over the nipple and she tugged harder at his hair- this caused a deep groan to emit from his lips, his teeth grazed over her skin and she arched her back from this as a whine escaped from her lips. The sound carried in the air and Sihtric's other hand pinched at her other nipple while his mouth pressed kisses around her chest leading up to her neck, then throat and finally her lips- where he pushed his against hers.

Lynette's hand ran down the expanse of his exposed chest feeling his soft skin as he intensified the kiss, she could feel shivers arise on his chest from where-ever her hand had traced a pattern, she smiled into the kiss which Sihtric had noticed and he pulled back, "Is something amusing?"

She shook her head, "No- nothing at all." Her lips formed a smile, an arch so beguiling with a shine so ethereal it could rival the beauty and shine of the dappled moon. He leaned in with his eyes immersed in a gaze of pure devoted admiration, love. And the more and longer he stared the more confused Lynette became.

"What?" She breathlessly inquired

"This, how you are now-" Sihtric exhaled out, "...is for my eyes only."

Lynette placed her finger on his lips, "And this is for me only." She jested back. Sihtric pressed a soft and delicate kiss upon the finger that lay against his lips after that she pulled the finger away.

"Fuck, you really are so beautiful." He rushed out, "All mine, my wife..." He kept repeating the word as he placed his head in the crook of her neck, she soon realised that this had become his favourite place, he showered quick kisses upon the skin there and she wrapped her arms around him.

The night grew longer and as did their needs, their desire became passionate and wild. A need to hold and relish, to devour and consume- to rid of the ache that had once overwhelmed them, it withered as they spoke words of enraptured affections and hands that carried forth the whispers of desirous reverences.

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A soft and calm candlelight bathed the bed chamber of Dahlia as Lynette stood before her adorned in a beautiful dress that the Lady Aethelflaed had gifted her moons ago. The chance to adorn such a dress had never arisen but now it had- the day in which she is to wed the man she had been in love with for the longest time. Even when she did not consciously know the feeling her soul had kept it safe for her until she had finally realised that it is him, Sihtric, who makes her heart beat rapidly and her cheeks heat up in intense blushes.

It is him she wishes to spend her life with.

Dahlia sat before her as her stare observed her from head to toe it lingered on her face for a mere moment longer before she stood up and engulfed the girl into a hug. Lynette smiled as she wrapped her arms around Dahlia, a comfortable silence fell around the two as the idyllic winter air nipped at their skins. The auburn haired lady pulled back and grasped Lynette's hand, she smiled compassionately.

"You look so beautiful, truly a beautiful bride." She spoke, her hand then moved to place itself upon her cheek, "Though your skin is cold and pale, are you well?" She asked with worried concern.

Lynette with furrowed brows placed her hand on her forehead, "I am well really- it must just be the cool winter air." She rushed out.

Dahlia stepped back, "You are happy?" She asked, "With marrying him, you are happy with this union?"

Lynette nodded her head as a shy crimson blush surfaced on the skin of her pale numbed cheeks, "I am glad- I can see that he adores you." Dahlia gently smiled yet a tiny uneasy flutter carried through her. The Dane woman knows that Sihtric, her nephew, is a good man- he will treat Lynette with the adoration and respect deserving of her still she cannot help but feel slightly unnerved for a part of her brother's blood taints her nephew's veins.

"And I can see the worry behind your eyes..." Lynette whispered and Dahlia blinked her gaze onto Lynette, "You are worried something will go wrong?" The brunette girl's tone so faint and ever quiet trailed off into the sharp wintertide air that surrounded them, so no-one other than Dahlia may hear.

Dahlia shook her head, "A foolish thought, perhaps I am just more nervous than I should be..." She slightly laughed as the words tumbled out, "...and it is you that is getting wed not I."

"It is not foolish." Lynette reassured, "I had a thought of my own." She went to tuck a curl behind her ear and realised that much of her hair had been tied back in a beautiful braid done by Gisela- flowers embellished the braid in a shapely manner, "I am afraid too, just a little."

Dahlia scrunched her eyebrows in confusion she had thoguht Lynette was over-joyed, the crimson of her cheeks and the glare in her eyes told the tale, "And why is that?"

"I suppose..." She breathed out, "...it is born from a tragedy that occurred years ago, something I hadn't thought on much for quite a while." And she preferred it like that, urging away all the negative thoughts and any shadowed whisper of deceit -especially now- that may want to lead her astray, make her question today and everything that is to come.

"It is best if you keep it that why, you do not need to look back on such things- whatever they may be."

"You are right, so neither of us need to worry then." Lynette lightly smiled.

"Alright." Dahlia agreed "...you have been blessed, lucky enough to fall in love- hold it close to you."

"I will."

A knock came at the door and then with a creak of the wood opening Gisela entered inside, Stiorra following in after hand in hand with Thyra who was in a conversation with Valaena. Lynette dabbed at the skin under her eyes checking if there was any trace of a tear and thankfully there was none, she turned to them with a large shy smile.

Valaena was the first to speak, "He does not deserve a woman of such beauty." She jested, "You are far too good for him."

Stiorra nodded her head, "You look pretty auntie Lynette." She then let go of Thyra's hand and approached Lynette who in turn knelt down so that the little girl could whisper into her ear, "I have seen uncle Sihtric and he..." She pulled back shaking her head.

"What?" Lynette bit back a smile to feign worry, "Do tell me- what has happened to him?"

Stiorra grabbed Lynette's hand, "Just know that auntie Valaena speaks the truth- he does not match your level, you are far too beautiful for him."

Lynette laughed she then leaned into her ear, "Do not worry I already know this."

"So why wed him then?" Stiorra sighed.

"He had been pestering me." Lynette tilted her head and then leaned over to fix Stiorra's hair, the little girl then looked to Dahlia with a small smile, shy, "You look beautiful too." She complimented. Lynette looked up to Dahlia and the auburn haired lady simply smiled back at Stiorra before she turned and left the room.

"Lynette you must come down in ten minutes, Thyra will bring you- I must go now, come Stiorra." Gisela gave Lynette a side-ways hug for her stomach had become much too big and then she placed a tender kiss on the side of her forehead before she carefully rushed out the room Stiorra following after her mother.

Thyra approached Lynette and smiled, "I am sure you have heard this many times before but you really do look beautiful." Her hand grabbed a lose curl and she pushed it back.

"Thank you Thyra." Lynette grabbed her head, "Your husband, father Beocca, how is he?"

"He is well, he will be wedding you off today." She teased.

"I know." Lynette looked down.

"And your cousin agreed, how did you get him to?" Valaena inquired.

"I did not ask Uhtred." Lynette replied, "Sihtric did so you best ask him, I plan to do so myself."

"I can tell you now Finan helped him, I am sure of it." Valaena rolled her eyes, "Although Everard does not seem happy he-"

"Really, you are sure of this?"

"He is jesting to tease Sihtric, it is amusing." Valaena laughed.

Thyra's gaze however was unwavering- she peered through Lynette with such intensity a hole could have burned into her cheek from it, "There is something about you today -not that you are to be wed- but another thing, you seem...I cannot quite place it."

"Pale?" Lynette raised her brows.

"Perhaps....forget it, I shall think on it at a later moment." Thyra clapped her hands together, "Come let us go, soon you are to be a wife." She laced her arm with Lynette's and began to walk her out of the room- Valaena followed beside her.

All the while Lynette's heart pattered against her chest devouring itself raw at the mere mention of his name in a passionate devotion to him- she wanted this, she does.

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Sihtric groaned as he tilted his head back, "I will send you out." He glared at Everard.

"You cannot I am guard." Everard arrogantly teased back.

"A shitty one at that." Sihtric uttered under his breath.

He leaned into Sihtric, "And do not forget quite a close companion of Lynette's." He quipped and Sihtric turned to him with irritation, "Yet it is I who get to call her my wife." He retaliated.

"Is this where I congratulate you?"

"I do not need your congratulations." The raven-haired Dane scoffed.

Finan nudged Everard forward slightly, "You do need to, go on."

Everard scowled at Finan before he turned to Sihtric, "Congratulations on your wedding." And Sihtric simply nodded his head in a silent show of his gratitude, that Everard had done so.

The blonde Frenchman turned to the Irishman beside him, "You nudge hard."

"Or you are just weak and do not say you are not for you are guard, I have heard it too many times." Finan exhaled with amusement.

Gisela rushed in with Uhtred and Thyra, "Quietened down or you will all leave and Sihtric will remain." She had demanded.

Sihtric then turned to look down the very tiny pathway, his chest was strained from his impatience. Lynette clenched and unclenched her hands as she began to walk, she wanted the ceremony to be a small affair with just very few people and nothing more and as she entered inside her gaze bypassed all the people in the room and latched itself straight ahead at Sihtric who stood there, at the end, like a fever dream- so statuesque that the hands of mere humans could never replicate his true allure. His grey eyes had taken her in wholly, from the dress she is wearing and how it compliments her skin in such an unworldly manner to the flowers placed beautifully in her hair, she appeared before him not as a girl- nor a human, or flesh but a dream he had perhaps dreamt in a past life which had now just been granted to him- a celestial reverie brought to life so that he may devout himself entirely to her and he had done.

She had come to a stop beside him, Father Beocca stood before them both she did not look to Sihtric but rather kept her gazed locked ahead as the priest began to say the prayers needed. Sihtric, though, he did not even give the priest a little glimpse let alone his full attention for she had, Lynette, captured it as soon as she had walked in the room, nothing else mattered- nothing else ever does, just only her.

And as Father Beocca uttered prayers and the room remained clouded in silence. Sihtric felt himself ache with the need to grab her wrist and pull her closer- to stand practically locked by his side. After years of yearning and longing and craving for her to feel the same, to look at him as he does her- she had finally done so and this intense sting rather than fading only enhanced in him.

The moment Father Beocca had announced them as wife and husband- Sihtric turned to her with a gentle smile he wrapped his hand around her wrist and smoothly dragged her closer to him. His hand grabbed a piece of her dress and he let it flow through his fingers as he looked to her, "Pretty..." He mumbled. "...a dream, you look heavenly wife." He leaned into her side as he whispered the words into her ear, his lips skimmed the top of her earlobe before he quickly moved back.

Lynette blushed yet she glared at him, "Thank you husband, you do not look so bad yourself."

"You can do better than that, come on." Sihtric urged.

"Hideous, unsightly, ghastly- do you wish for me to go?" Lynette teased.

"So I may hear you speak, yes- do go on."

Lynette rolled her eyes, "I was jesting you look handsome, very."

Sihtric grabbed her hand and brought it up to his lips so he could press a kiss quickly onto her knuckles. He did so however it was not quick for his lips remained upon her soft skin for a minute too long and Lynette with a mellow eyed stare dazed ahead with a wave of ripples crashing through her, she could feel the almost velvet like feel of his lips on her knuckles and it felt unearthly.

She is his wife and he her husband, as they both had desperately wanted.

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A/N: Chapter three!! I am so embarrassed right now help anyway they are finally married I love them so much <333

Stiorra is so funny how is she going to tell a bride her groom is not on her level LOL?!!

I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I did writing it.

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