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Winchester
Kingdom of Wessex

The bottom of her dress was surely stained, it must be, Rowena glanced down at the ground the linen of her dress was tainted with the mud of the grass she walked upon and she sighed in slight disgust but nevertheless she turned back and walked further into the forest. A misty fog draped most of the sky carrying with it a cold chill which diffused the sunlight as it shone through the velvet. Her hand reached forward as she came to a stop before a vibrant green bush of leaves filled with mint, a herb she had been specifically searching for.

Rowena was told one of the girls from the castle would venture out and secure the herb for her but she had began to feel suffocated inside, the bricks seemed to have been closing in on her or perhaps it was an exaggeration her mind had conjured to get her to leave. Beside her father, the ealdorman Aethelhelm, and her older sister, Aelflaed, she had began to feel as if she were doused in a faintness. She had left on the guise that she felt cold and achy, the maid had told her the herb mint may soothe her and that she would go and get some for her but Rowena took the chance to leave saying the cool air may offer her some enlivenment. 

The aroma of flowers filtered through the air as an enchanting canvas of spring nurtured to reality, the blossom flourishing so beautifully. The clouds began to ruffle in ripples much alike to sea foam atop a deep dark ocean, the blue azure of the sky brightened.

Gradually the howls of the winds picked up as Rowena placed the mint leaves in the small basket she had brought along with her. The suns flickering gleam passed over the scar across her wrist, her stare unwilling fell upon it as the aureate rays had done so, it has faded now, barely even noticeable but it has fixed itself upon her skin as a memory of that day. A day etched with the memory of her mother, one of the last memories of her mother Rowena could remember. Aelflaed claims to remember not a thing but Rowena knew she did, most certainly she does.

With a frantic blink of her eyelids Rowena quickly turned around upon hearing the sound of heavy booted feet crunching the fallen leaves on the grass of the forest, her hand reached inside her cloak and she pulled out a dagger, the basket long forgotten on the floor beside her from her hurry.

Everard stepped out from the swarm of trees and his irises fell upon Rowena, he did not recognise the girl- she stood dressed in a deep purple cloak her hair fell in curls, canvasing much of her shoulders she looked taken aback with a dagger pointed straight toward him and he tilted his head with his eyebrows taking the shape of a frown.

"There is no need for you to point a dagger at me." He proclaimed as he took yet another step forth.

"You are mistaken sir..." Rowena scowled and stepped back, "There is a need for me to do so, if the person I am pointing it at is someone I do not know."

He shook his head, "Rest assured I am part of the king's guard." Everard informed.

Rowena scoffed, "So, does that make you some sort of saint?"

"I am quite saintly..." He shrugged nonchalantly, "I pray each night."

"I am not reassured if that was your intention." She sighed with irritation.

Everard nodded his head "I see, well I did say it with the intended outcome to be that- reassured."

"You failed." Rowena rolled her eyes before she bended down to pick up the basket realising that some of the mint leaves she collected had fallen out, "Now be on your way." She had snapped, when she stood back up he was still stood there with an amused smile upon his lips.

"You must be Rowena then."

"No." She rushed out, "Why, who asked?"

"Your father that is who." Everard revealed.

"Oh..." Rowena slumped back slightly with an exhale as she pulled the basket up to rest on her forearm comfortably.

"You sound displeased."

"What is it he wishes?" She ignored his blatantly prying statement, who cares in what manner she had responded?

"For his dearest daughter to return to the castle." Everard jested.

Rowena had began to walk away, she glared at him as she went to pass him by- her other hand grasped onto her dagger. She heard Everard's footsteps behind her "I would throw this dagger at you but it was gifted to me by someone very dear." She uttered rather calmly.

Everard tsked "That was not very ladylike of you...nor saintly."

"I am sure by now, you must have come to the realisation that I do not care." She continued to walk until she abruptly stopped and tuned to him with an irritated sigh, "Why are you still here?" She complained.

"I am escorting you back."

"I found my way here I can surely find my way back." She then continued on her path, she walked now much too fast with her feet determined and directed.

Everard caught up, "That is good to know, Rowena."

"Lady." She sighed.

"You did not seem particularly charmed when I spoke your name nor were you willing to tell me it, why?" He inquired, testing her patience.

"I would be a fool to tell a man in a forest, who I also happen to be alone with, my name, do you not think so?" Rowena looked to him with annoyance.

"I do think so, you did well." Everard smirked.

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Long had the night passed and the morning sun had arisen with much splendour, the chilling breeze of the waking winter that is to come carried rapidly as the leaves swayed to the cracking ground bellow. Lynette stood before Dahlia, the woman's auburn hair a mess as she shuffled through her clothing, a shiver travelled her skin which Lynette noticed.

"It seems as though you have also been hit with this chill." Lynette whispered to her as she grabbed a covering- she went to drape it over Dahlia's shoulders but the lady stood up and shook her head, she pushed Lynette's hand back.

"There is no need." Dahlia replied as she walked past her.

Lynette blinked and turned to watch as the Dane scurried around the tiny room.

"Dahlia, please let me offer my assistance."

She stopped and slowly glanced to Lynette with a soft smile, it curved upon her lips steadily as if she were contemplating to do so "Dahlia..." She repeated to herself, Lynette had not called her Lady, no just simply Dahlia it dawned upon her.

Lynette took a step forth in hopes to comfort Dahlia but the lady shook her head holding up her hand, palm forward, a motion indicating to Lynette that she wishes for her not to advance any further, that she needs space. Dahlia's hand slowly lifted up and placed itself upon the scar on her neck, her nimble finger ran over the expanse of it and she shut her eyes firmly- mind void of thoughts, ceased of memory. Lynette stood, she bore witness to the sight before her with silent understanding, as much as she could muster.

"I cannot stand another day here." Dahlia had sighed.

Her eyes shot open and she walked, earnestly toward Lynette with a single mind, a single thought she grabbed Lynette's hand and squeezed it "You had wanted to leave Beamfleot, yes I remember, we should have left then it was wrong of me to wait, let us make haste and leave now."

The girl, then, shook her head it was so subtle Dahlia scarcely even caught it but she had -just so- and she pulled her hand back shocking Lynette by the mere force of it, "You cannot be serious, Lynette my sweet girl- this is not your place neither is it mine."

Lynette winced at her words. Dahlia stood before her sodden in her thawed fury, the same look in her eyes that Lynette carried within hers. For over ten years Lynette had known her and for three of those years they had become inseparable, entangled in each and every moment. Both a vessel of sorrow for the other, maidens of grief in hopes that it all could be something else- a sliver of bliss, the adoration of family, the love of a mother for Lynette. And for Dahlia, passed the exterior of courage through the flesh and within the bones, the blood that coursed her scarlet veins, pumping her heart- the very blood that could have carried through a babe, a child- her child, but the fates had another plan for her, a cruel one and perhaps Lynette was a friend to Dahlia or maybe she had become something more dear, a daughter.

"I have never belonged anywhere before, Dahlia." Lynette said solemnly, "Sold by my father- given away without a thought, treated like dirt at Dunholm the same for Beamfleot, they took and took and left me with nothing- I wish to stay here."

Dahlia clenched her jaw in a way to force down an empty gulp of air, it fell down the expanse of her oesophagus- air filled with trepidation it glided through her stomach worrisomely. 

"And I wish for you stay beside me." Lynette gently spoke.

"To do what?" Dahlia shook her head, "We can leave and-"

"Go where, Dahlia where would we go?"

Dahlia fidgeted with a ring on her finger, she twisted it around and around and then placed her hand on her neck as if she could feel the beat of her heart pumping there so loud, ever so consuming she could not think straight she had no answer to give Lynette. She could feel tears begin to sting her eyes threatening to break the composure she carried forth so far but she squeezed her eyes shut forcing them away in time, she would not cry- not now, how childish of her.

"I do not expect you to get used to being here so quick- the truth is Dahlia, neither am I." Lynette disclosed, "I too at times feel strange, feel as if this is all a jest and I will wake one day to be back there, Beamfleot or even Dunholm, Sihtric gone and I..."

Lynette seldom thought on that, especially now, she forbade herself from doing so- for it worried her immensely. If she thought on it too much God may take it as a wish, a prayer and she could, unwillingly and unknowingly, condemn herself.

"But you have me and I you, is that not enough?" Lynette whispered, her voice faint it flowed through the room- gentle and timid.

Dahlia sat herself down her hand rubbed the frown away from her forehead, the creases vanished as she looked up to Lynette with tears coating her irises Lynette breathed in and rushed toward her, "I had come to despise my brother, so much so there were times where I wished I could rid the earth of him." Dahlia reached for Lynette, "I am so sorry for everything he did, for your time there, I-"

"I never blamed you for any of it, I could never have."

"And yet I cannot help but feel as if there was more I could have done." Dahlia stressed in a muted tone- this was the most vulnerable Lynette had seen Dahlia, she felt her heart clench at the sight.

"The burden of all his evils is not yours to carry Dahlia, it never will be." Lynette laced their hands together,  so delicately, Dahlia could not help but feel as if she were a little girl again- "The guilt you feel is nothing but whispers of the devil, lies told to torment you and I have known his deception I have been in his clutches- you mustn't yield to it."

Dahlia turned to look at her, tender eyes with wisps of something strange glinting through that Lynette could not grasp an understanding of, her hand raised up and she cupped Lynette's cheek- "My sweet girl." She whispered, "You are much too good for this world, much too good for anyone." Her lips twisted into a weak smile, "Though I had tried for many years for a child of my own and to no avail- I now know that I had to wait for you."

The girl felt a tear escape her eyes, it rolled down Lynette's cheek and onto Dahlia's hand, the auburn haired lady did not mind it though "And if you were to have a child of your own..." Her words were a hushed whisper.

Lynette pulled back from her hold and wiped her cheeks, "You are to stay with me I have demanded so." She raised her brows, "And if you leave I will find you, but you cannot leave because I have forbade it."

"Ah, I see- then you must put forth a good argument as to why I should stay." Dahlia jested.

Lynette rolled her eyes, "Well let me see, for one I am here what other reason could there be."

"Not compelling enough I fear."

"You cannot mean that." Lynette gasped out in an amused shock.

A sudden knock came at the door the vibration sounded through the room Lynette looked toward it as Dahlia stood up and, wiped her eyes beforehand, rushed to open it. There in-front of them stood Gisela with an evidently large stomach, her babe had been growing rapidly, Lynette smiled as she stood up.

"I apologise for this interruption but I had hoped Lynette would go and pick some fresh berries for me" She tilted her head.

"Oh." Lynette sighed, "I had forgotten- I should be the one apologising I'm awfully sorry I shall go now." Lynette hurried as she grabbed a clock and draped it over herself, she looked to Dahlia and whispered a goodbye.

Gisela shook her head in fondness at the girl as she sped passed them both- a moment flew by and she looked to Dahlia, "The air is fresh in the kitchen, you should come with me."

The sun dipped slightly in the grey sky, a swirl of the brightest of tones, its light shone hues across the land as Lynette stepped out and walked further her eyes scanned the crowds of people for the blonde hair of Everard, her frustrations grew when she could not catch the gleam of his honeyed locks under the shades of vivid light. The streets bustled with men, women and children all tending to their businesses of the day, conversations carried through the air mixing into an offbeat melody that droned on among the mutterings of the wind.

Her skin felt a sharp jab and she looked up to the sky, the clouds seemed heavier and weighted, the pace of their movements slower and trudging and the air filled heftily with the smell of the earth.

Towards the end of a street hidden away stood four silhouettes in amused chatter, with swords grasped in their hands ever firm and strong, she rolled her eyes and made her path toward them.

Everard swung his sword as he fought against Finan in a mocked battle, the Irishman pivoted and turned to hit his sword against Everard's blocking his attack.

Sihtric leaned back with an amused smirk, "I can do better with my left arm and that is not even my dominant arm." He teased.

The blonde French man stopped and stepped back, he scowled unimpressed by the Dane's statement "That is good to know." He exhaled as he wiped his forehead, "But I cannot quite recall where I had asked." He snapped.

Valaena bit her lip forcing back a laugh and Sihtric turned his head to glare at her for she had failed he had caught the laugh that passed her lips very clearly.

Sihtric shrugged his shoulders, "I just thought I would tell you since you look like a fool."

"Mhm, is that so?" Everard scoffed, "You should not talk about yourself like that."

Valaena shook her head with an ever large smile of humour on her plump pink lips she stepped between them in a jest, "Alright! you are men grown, not children- so act like the former."

"I am very manly." Everard said sounding quite offended.

"A true man would not need to say he is manly, it should already be seen in the way he acts." Valaena turned to Everard with her brows raised to which Sihtric laughed.

Everard glared at him as he spat out, "You're fucking annoying."

The Dane tilted his head, "You are just repeating what I have called you before, be more original."

Valaena then looked to the Dane she raised her hand up and smacked him across his upper arm just as Lynette had arrived to them.

Everard caught sight of her first as Sihtric was too consumed arguing with Valaena and Finan stood to the side watching them go at each other with amusement.

"Lynette." Everard rushed to her and grabbed her arm, interlacing it with his, "Sihtric has been quite the tyrant towards me."

Sihtric, upon hearing her name part from his lips, halted and pushed Valaena to the side as she continued her incessant chatter about how he should not argue with a lady. His muted and soft grey eyes were dazed, like a swan atop the darkest of waters or a dove taking flight through a heathered storm, the blaze from the lightening kindled in an embrace with the luminous clouds.

And Lynette momentarily glanced towards him her gaze fleeting as she fixed itself upon Everard, she rolled her eyes "You must have done something to irritate him." She quipped.

"I have no companions here." He spoke with boredom a hint of humour interlaced within as hard as he had to tried to mask it.

"Have you forgotten something?" Lynette uttered as she awaited for Everard to catch on, he did not.

"I have not." He muttered back, "Unless I was supposed to."

Lynette turned to him, she used her shoulder to nudge him afar yet he just found another way to lean further into her for Everard knew how much that irritated Lynette, "Though I do recall something or should I say someone, I met the most enticing Lady this morning."

"Lady, who?"

"Do not worry Lynette, you are still my number one girl." Everard jested back to which Lynette scoffed and pinched his arm, he scowled and stepped away.

"I am not! Your number one girl, but I shall pray for whoever gets burdened with such a title."

"Is that jealously I detect?" He laughed under his breath.

"No, it is disgust." She rolled her eyes, she bit her lip contemplating if she should ask, "Who was she?"

"Jealousy!" He loudly laughed, "I knew it."

Lynette breathed out in exasperation, she rolled her eyes as she tried to get Everard to stop laughing, she reached up to place her hand over his mouth to cease his roaring laughter. Unbeknownst to her, Sihtric watched their conversation with furrowed brows of annoyance, his slit eyes targeted directly at the blonde who continued to laugh as Lynette struggled to get him to be quiet. Her cheeks had heated up pink, a blush, Sihtric had instantly noticed. He breathed out, shaky and rather piqued at the scene before him. She had began to smile, her frustrations caved in, her lips had curled into the shape of her enchanting smile and Sihtric could feel himself fall deeper into her allure, she appeared so pretty. He tilted his head- irises following her every movement as if he was put under some spell.

"You know what, you oaf? I do not wish to know, I don't care, stop laughing." She pressed.

Everard leaned down to her, "Ease up a little."

"You had said you would go with me to get some fresh berries for the Lady Gisela." She revealed, her shoulder slumped with annoyance.

"Oh, I forgot." Everard sighed. "I have much to do so..." His stare glanced and landed on Sihtric, he smiled knowingly and then, "Sihtric you go with her, here--" He took a hold of the basket in Lynette's hand and passed it forth to Sihtric forcing it into his hand.

Sihtric stood with his unwavering stare latched onto Lynette, waiting for a shout of defiance from her but there was nothing.

Lynette blinked and her gaze drifted to land on Sihtric who just tightened his hold on the handle of the basket, she took that as his agreement and turned around on her heel to direct a path toward the forest which Sihtric followed in after.

The silence between them was slightly unnerving it chilled upon both their skins, numbing the flesh as they walked. Lynette kept a few steps ahead. She remembered the night, a few days prior, where Sihtric had invaded her space, her room. He was drunk and sleep ridden, she had welcomed him inside because she could not say no to him. The words he had spoken with desperation weaved into the cadence of his voice, so evident and clear, pounded at the wall Lynette had built up, the bricks of time she had told him she needed were breaking apart.

Sihtric watched as she sped up her walk and he in turn did the same as they both reached inside the forest that boarded much of Winchester.

His mind was absorbed entirely in a gripping thought, he wondered what was occurring in the intricate paths of Lynette's mind, he always wondered what she thought-- especially now. That morning he had awoken and she was not in the room the bed made impeccably and the curtains drawn closed so as to shield the light from coming in for she had known how that would have startled him, beside him on a wooden draw sat a cup of water filled to the brim but Lynette, no, she was nowhere to be seen.

After they had walked a fair amount Lynette's stare wandered thoroughly and she smiled largely when her cerulean eyes fell upon a bush of berries gleaming under the sun's gilded luminance, they reflected a beautiful spectrum of blues to red the shadows mixed together in an alluring canvas of the blossoming nature around them.

Lynette began to pick ever gently and once her hand started to get full and she could no longer pick more she had remembered the basket as she went to turn around Sihtric was already stood before her. All of a sudden the expanse of his large hand clouded hers and he opened up her grip as he grabbed the berries in her hand- his cold skin skimmed hers- he then pulled back and placed them in the basket, this was done in complete and utter silence for neither of them had said a word.

Moments passed and the silence prolonged and with that Sihtric's impatience and irritation grew until he could not longer bear it, "You could have asked me." He snapped out.

Lynette halted and then turned to him with furrowed brows, "What?"

He stepped forward lessening the gap between them both, "To assist you!" He exhaled, "You could have asked me first and not him."

Lynette breathed out yet gave no answer, this infuriated Sihtric. He narrowed his eyes into slits of annoyance, "You seem quite friendly with him, what? have you taken him to your-" Lynette slapped her hand over his mouth with a blazing inferno of anger in her eyes, "You utter the next word and I will leave." She seethed out.

"I was right there."

She blinked in realisation, "I did not wish to burden you."

"Really?..." Sihtric let out a scoff mixed in surprise and disbelief all the same at her words, "That is not the reason and you know it, so be truthful with me Lynette."

"What is it you want me to say?" She stressed out.

Sihtric furrowed his brows as he slightly shook his head, "You know what I wish for you to say."

"Do I?" She snapped back.

He pushed back his hair from the frustration.

"Fine...." Lynette whispered under her breath as her lips arched into a snarl, "You had left me in that horrid place, leaving me to rot." She began, "Three years, Sihtric, three whole years. For the first year I was hopeful, it was withering, but I was." Lynette glanced away, fixing her gaze upon a tree behind his tall silhouette. She could feel the tears rise, rushing to unbind themselves, "Until I was not and that was the hardest part, forcing myself to live without you." Her voice was shaky, breaking apart for she just could not say it, "Now you wish for me to pretend as if it none of it happened?"

"That is not what I want."

"What do you want then?" She snapped. She took a step towards him, further lessening the little space they had left between them, his breath touched upon the exposed skin of her neck. Lynette ignored the shivers that surfaced thereupon she forced herself to think them to be born from the hectic winds. "Do you want me to lie? say that I am happy, tell you I am overjoyed?" She rushed out "Or do you wish for me to say that I hate you, that I am angry you left and that no amount of time with heal the pain, not now at least?"

Sihtric remained silent his eyes momentarily blinked shut but he kept ever stoic and ever quiet. They stood there, before each other, among the towering swarm of trees the leaves barely large enough to armour them from the blazing rays of the sun, amidst a wind of such deep chill it pierced their minds and prevented them from speaking.

"Well which one is it?" She poked at his chest, he did not reply "Do you wish to hear more, are you not satisfied?" She poked at his chest once again and then again and then as she went to do so again Sihtric raised his hand up and wrapped it around her wrist stopping her from doing so.

He tilted his head down, their faces mere moments away from each other, Lynette had craned her neck up to look at him, his eyes bereft of all emotion except one and she could not place her finger upon what it is- it agitated her.

"Fine, you hate me let us go with that one." He whispered out, "You can hate me all you want, but you will not rid of me- never." His lips curved into a small smile before it fell. He then shocked Lynette as a gasp escaped passed her parted lips, Sihtric had pulled Lynette closer into him- her chest against his. 

"You missed the point." She snapped out.

"Had I?" He raised his brows, "Explain it to me then."

Before Lynette could open her mouth to yell at Sihtric to let her go, the downfall of rain descended upon them unrelenting and frenzied. The echoes of thunder faintly resonated imbedded into the silver-stormed sky, the clouds almost a molten silver. 

She struggled in his hold but Sihtric only held on tighter to her wrist, not as much to inflict pain but enough to hold her there, against him. "Are you a fool? let go you idiot, it is raining." She spoke brusquely.

"I thought you had liked the rain." Sihtric jested.

"I am so close to slapping that smirk of your face."

Sihtric nodded his head and then turned it sideways showing his cheek to her. Lynette scoffed out in exasperation as she pushed at his chest Sihtric turned to look at her, his fingers slowly unravelled and then he let go, she stepped back all the while her eyes carried a glare in them directed straight at him.

"I still want to hear that explanation, I am ever so curious." Sihtric called out the rain was loud and booming.

"You are such a turd, how can you jest about this? I was hurt Sihtric! I was going mad thinking that you were truly dead, I was tormented by your memory because I did not do much to stop you from leaving--"

"You could not have done anything, I left for you."

"I know! But I do not care, you could have taken me with you and then we could have escaped, together." She rushed out equally as loud.

"Do you believe that I had not thought of you the entire time we were apart?" Sihtric exhaled in disbelief. "You were the only thought on my mind, you fool." He grabbed her face with both hands, cradling it in his hold. His thumb wiped away the water droplets on her cheeks. "I searched like a madman, all over the lands, for you! It pained me just as it pained you but we are together now and that is all that matters." Lynette closed her eyes as he continued to rub circles softly upon her cheek, "I am not asking you to forget, I do not expect you to. Just allow me to know you again." He hushed his voice wrapped in a smooth delicate tone, carrying like satin atop her skin.

His eyes roamed her face, her expression so serene- her eyelids closed as her long eyelashes touched upon the skin of her cheek just barely skimming it. Sihtic watched as the  water droplets cascaded down her cheek, he would brush some away as they rolled. Lynette opened her eyes to look at him and that is when he had realised she was crying, her tears had hid themselves among the rainfall.

"You had left." She whispered, her voice faintly hidden among the melody of the rain as it fell, sadness echoed from each word. "You left me there in that rotten place, why did you not come back sooner?!" Her tone louder now as she looked to him, "Why did you have me believe you were dead?" She hit at his chest, once and then again and once more all the while Sihtric stood ever still just watching.

Sihtric gulped down his words and then he reached for her but she smacked his hand away, "It hurt so much Sihtric." She grabbed his hand now and placed it upon her chest, "Here!" The feeling had swallowed her whole and then spat her out but not before making sure it left its remnants there, embedded into her- and she did not forget it either, as much as she has tried to. "I never want to feel like that again, swear it to me Sihtric." She pleaded, shaded by desperation and urgency.

Sihtric's other hand cupped her other cheek and he leaned in frantically shaking his head, "I swear it- fuck." He leaned down and pressed their foreheads together so gently, "Lynn, I swear it with everything, you will never know such a feeling again, let me prove it to you." His voice, a mere sigh yet he meant each word, infinitely.

Lynette sighed out in relief her composure fell as she limped into his hold. His arms wrapped themselves around her waist and they stood there for a moment or perhaps it was longer than that they did not know- time had become an unknown entity to them, in this instant nothing existed it was just them and only them. Sihtric pulled Lynette back and he smiled as his tranquil stare gazed all over her, they hung at her lips longer.

"I am going to do something rash and I do not want you to pull away, I wish for you not to." He blinked.

She knew, of course Lynette knew, so she simply nodded her head too flustered for words to even form let alone release passed her rain-dropped stained lips.

It felt as if the rain had stopped falling when his lips had fallen upon hers, the kiss was a slow and gentle one. His hand cupped her cheek and the other formed its way around her waist, he wrapped the arm around her and then pulled her closer into his embrace against his chest. Lynette's hands encased themselves around his neck, her feet lightly leaned up so that she could kiss him easily and Sihtric smiled into the kiss when he had realised- since her force had suddenly become much stronger against his lips. His need grew the longer her lips were on his and soon the hand that was on her cheek had moved and placed itself on the back of her neck, locking her lips to his as his tongue had began to force itself into her mouth. Lynette gasped allowing for him to do exactly that, she began to kiss back with just as much vigour. A soft whine parted passed her lips and Sihtric deepened the kiss, her stomach overcome with flutters- Sihtric's grip on her waist tightened his fingers burrowed themselves into her flesh.

The rain continued to stream down though it had eased up slightly it was still ever present. Sihtric finally pulled back, his arm stayed wrapped around her waist and his other hand removed itself from her neck and he cupped her cheek once more, his finger slowly ran over her lips brushing away the rainwater.

"Wed me." He whispered to her, "I was drunk that night but I had meant it and I mean it all the same now, allow me to call myself your husband and you my wife." His eyes held yearning.

Lynette blinked. The sound of the rain bellowed yet it was his voice, his words, that were truly deafening. She looked to him with her mouth slightly agape as his words filtered around her, wed me.

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A/N: Chapter two!! I am sorry for the late update, I had been busy and also in a bit of a writing slump since planning season 3 plot had been a bit hard for me, I ended up deciding that I will have to change a few aspects of the timeline of this season but it hopefully will not be too drastic.

Anyway omg....they finally kissed....
I am super obsessed with the whole kissing in the rain trope I just had to include it with them!

Also Lynette and Dahlia's relationship means so much to me!!

Rowena and Sihtric forming a team to hate on Everard when???

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

Do not forget to comment and vote, thank you for reading 🫶

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