Page 245 of Frost and Death
None of them knew of my gifts, and I wanted to keep it that way. I didn’t need any more attention drawn to Palaena or Tove.
I only wanted us to enjoy life with the happy we found again.
When everyone eventually compromised, we began the draft for a declaration of new borders.
With two castles in our lands, we decided it was in our best interest to pick one as a permanent home. I’ll never understand why Tove chose here instead of Axidoria.
After we successfully removed the winter from her lands, the soil and grass that bloomed the following spring was lush, rich, and plentiful. A valuable resource, all the more reason why we had to divide and somewhat dissolve Axidoria.
She even agreed to use her gifts during the colder season to make it a little longer than a month, allowing the earth extra time to rejuvenate and improve the quality of crops.
Tove is not even fully trained, and I know her power will be one of the greatest.
Deities, the magnitude of her gifts is still unfathomable to me.
Watching her remove the winter the first time with my help was a sight to behold, and the reunion of her with her friend Betina and the joy and worship exclaimed by her people were inspiring.
And this last winter, when we did it again, the joy on her face only made my love grow.
The image of her lighting up my world envelops me, carving deep into my heart and etching itself into my soul.
I never believed love would happen to me. I never believed I would meet someone who took me by surprise and peeled away the layers I buried myself under for so long.
My magic stirs at the emotion in my throat, the absence of my wife hurrying my stride into a sprint.
Heading to the far alcove of home, I wave off anyone acknowledging me. Everyone knows where I’m going. Everyone also knows it is in their best interests to leave the entire floor and section of the castle because, when I finally see her—my cock twitches at the thought.
I take the stairs two at a time, bouncing off each one as music echoes down, filling the stairwell. I smirk at the soft, strenuous ballad my wife plays, wondering if it is one she has composed or one she learned.
My lungs focus on evening my breathing, my stomach flipping the closer I get to Tove’s second favorite place in our home.
The song builds momentum as I reach the doorway.
My wife’s back is to me, but I can’t help but stop and lean against the threshold to admire her.
She sways, fully absorbed in the moment.
The peace and vulnerability she releases when she plays is fierce and wonderful, another quality of hers that takes my breath away. Seeing her here, with me, and happy, is something I never thought was possible.
But our comfortable silences, our discussions while reading, our shared stories and passion are a craving I have to indulge in every day.
My heart and cock jolt in tandem as the air whooshes from me, the love I have for her constantly growing and fortifying itself.
The scar on the side of my face pinches against my skin. Smiling is not new to me, but it is a norm I am growing used to whenever I am in her presence.
Tove finishes the song, her hands lifting from the keys, letting the final note string itself upward and bounce around the marbled acoustic walls. She shifts her foot off one of the pedals, and her posture slackens at the song ending. She waits momentarily before jumping back in. This time, the melody is one I recognize.
It is one she has been working on for a while.
I use this as a chance to close the door quietly behind me and enter, approaching and sitting beside her. As much as I expecther to stop and give me her undivided attention, I know her too well.
She keeps her focus on the melody, playing it softly as a smile dances along her features.
Deities, even the side of her face is beautiful. I cannot help but scoot closer, looping my arm along her backside.
She leans into me, and I rest my head on hers. She pauses mid-playing, snickering and lifting her hand, holding my cheek. Tove bites her lip in a stupidly adorable way.
“What?” I chuckle, wanting to be part of whatever it is she is thinking.
