The Wedding
“This Sunday, my love.” Edrick’s deep voice rumbled in her ear, as he hugged her from behind.
“Hmm?” Bjorke had been sorting her herbs, and was deep in thought.
“Our wedding… the preparations are done.” He turned her around to face him, and kissed her gently.
Bjorke smiled up at him. He told her that he had already posted a note in the guild hall, and sent invitations for the party afterwards to others, so they could join in the celebration. All she had to do was show up, it seemed. Except for what she needed to say. Her thoughts turned to the words she had written. Read the rest of this entry »
