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Married to The Jarl of Dragons

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"Brynjar..." Eira cried to her husband. "Please, wake up."

Brynjar laid there in Eira's arms, unconscious. The large amount of poison intake has finally taken its toll on his body. Eira tried her hardest to wake him up, but he was not responding at all. Just seeing him like that, hurt her harder than anything else. The man she loved was fatally injured and it was her fault. As she held her husband and sobbed to herself, all of that came to an abrupt stop when she heard a laughter from behind her.

"Now, to deal with you." Dregon said to Eira.

At that moment, she did not care. She was useless at that point. Weak and depressed. she felt that her life was not needed at that moment. But, someone else did. A person who felt Eira's pain. Eira rested Brynjar on the cold grass and she slowly got off the ground. She turned around and faced Dregon for what seemed like the last time. She closed her eyes, ready for her end to come. Dregon smiled as he raised Brynjar's fallen sword above his head, ready to bring it down and end that war once and for all. When Dregon brought it down above Eira's hand, a voice popped into Eira's head.

Unknown: Not today....

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Eira has been found out by the clan of witches and must leave Fjoll to protect herself from the dangerous clan. In order for her to be protected, she needed to marry someone powerful and able to protect her. That's where Brynjar, the Jarl of Dragons comes in. Meeting Eira, he falls for her and feels the need to protect her even if his clan doesn't agree with it.

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           "Eira, we don't have time for this." Her mother, Elli, told her as she prepared her daughter.            "What's going on?" Eira asked her mother as she dressed her up in an elegant dress. "It's too cold for this."           She was right; the weather was downright freezing. Snow dropped like pouring rain and the wind that came with it was blowing like a hurricane.            "You'll be warm, my child. The dragon blood you carry will make sure of it. We have someone coming to see you now."                        The door to Eira's room opened and her father, Ralph, walked in covered in snow. He held out the outfit for Eira to wear for that evening before he placed it on her bed.             "You are to be on your best behavior." Her father told her. "You will be leaving us tonight and off to be a wife to a very dangerous and powerful Jarl. He possesses dragon blood as well as you do.            Eira stood there, staring at her father with sadness. She had no idea she was about to depart and leave her family to create one of her own at the age of 17.            "I'm not of consent to consummate." Eira told her father. "Nor to marry a man."                        Her mother and father looked at each other before turning their eyes back to Eira.            "You were supposed to get married years before." Her father told her. "We wanted to wait longer, but there has been problems in doing that.           "Because of my abilities?"           "You're a wiccan, Eira." Her mother chimed in as she went around to fix her brown curls that hung down her back. "Not only that, but you have dragon blood within you. You would be of great use for your husband. It's not safe to keep you here anymore.           Eira turned her attention to the burning wood that her parents had set up for her in the fireplace.          "Wish we could cover the horns you grew." Her mother said.           "I told them about it." Her father said.           "Perfect. Well, my child. You're prepared. You'll change after they see you."          Eira walked to the fireplace to heat up. Her mother walked behind her and held her close.         "What if I'm not good enough?" She asked them.          "You would be a perfect wife and mother. I taught you everything I learned. Now, you must use these things."                   Her father stood next to her and sighed.          "You'll do fine." He said to her.          The door to Eira's room opened and her older brother, Dusty rushed in covered in snow as well.          "They're here." Dusty told them.           "Stay here." Her father told her. "We'll have them come in."           Her parents' departed, leaving Dusty and Eira alone to talk. Dusty was Eira's favorite sibling. They both shared the mixed look of both parents. The brown locks, the mixed complexion and the freckles that showed clear on their cheeks and nose. The only difference was their eyes. While Dusty had the same dark brown eyes like their father, Eira was nowhere like her parents. Her eyes were the eyes of a Wiccan- light grey with big pupils. The black horns that grew on the top of her head was something else Dusty never had as well.            Dusty walked towards his sister and hugged her. He was going to miss his little sister.              "Don't cry once I leave." Eira joked.            "Never." He chuckled.            Eira heard footsteps approach her room and the two siblings separated. Her parents walked in with three men behind them.           "See you soon." Dusty told her and left her room.           Elli walked over to her daughter and grabbed her hand. She led her over to the tallest man that stood in the middle of the three. Just like her father, he wore animal fur, proudly.            "This is Jarl Brynjar." Elli introduced the mysterious man under the hoodie. "He is the man you will be married to."           Brynjar and his two men removed their hoods to show their faces to Eira. Brynjar stared at Eira with admiration. She was exactly what he wanted. She had divine beauty that nobody back in Drangar, their home had.          Her long brown curls that was placed into a long braid. Her body that was neither petite nor big. Her breast sat up perfectly on her chest. The dress she had on hugged her figure right, turning Brynjar on to the max.           Eira felt the same way for Brynjar. He was the opposite of what she had in mind. He was very attractive to her. He was young looking and his golden brown hair was as long as hers. His body was a muscular build and his height was that of a semi-giant. He was taller than her, no doubt and she loved that for some reason. But there was something else that drew her to him and it was not the tattoos he had on his smooth milky skin or his perfect body structure that held no type of fat on it. His eyes was what captured her. Both eyes were of a dragon. He had what she had, only stronger. He was the son of a dragon.          "Gorgeous, isn't he?" Elli whispered in her daughter's ear.            Eira cut the eye contact she had with Brynjar and glanced at her mother. A slight blush formed on Eira's face and her mother laughed. She felt a warm hand caress her uncovered arm and she pulled away, nervously.          "She fears men?" Brynjar's brother, Sigurd asked Ralph.          "We kept her away from other men besides her brothers and me. You're the first men she has seen."           "So, she's pure?" Brynjar's other brother, Destin asked.            "She's pure." Elli told Brynjar. "No first kiss, no touching or anything of that sort. You will be her first of everything."           Brynjar nodded and turned to his brothers. They both nodded and Sigurd turned to Ralph.           "She will leave with us tonight." Sigurd told them. "Please get her prepared as quickly as you can. We are to leave for a raid after the wedding."           "I will see to that now." Elli told them. "When will the wedding take place?"           "Tomorrow evening." Destin said.           Eira was nervous. Her heart pounded away in her chest. Elli placed her arm around her daughter's shoulder and leaned her head against hers.          "My love, get her prepared." Ralph told Elli. "We'll be outside."            Brynjar and his brothers followed Ralph out the door. Once the door closed behind them, Eira turned to her mother in a panic.         "I'm not ready." She told her mother.         "You are." Elli told her. "Now, let's get you prepared."          Eira sighed as she removed the dress from her shaking body and handed it to her mother. Elli folded the dress and placed it in Eira's bag along with her other things. Eira walked to the bed and grabbed the outfit her father brought in for her. She threw them on and grabbed her warm boots that her mother made for her a couple days ago. She slipped them on and she was ready. She got off the bed and walked to her mother, who finished packing her bag.           "Did you pack my book?" Eira asked her mother.           "Of course." Elli answered. "Here's your bag."           Elli handed Eira the bag and Eira placed it on her back. They both stared at each other. Elli wrapped her arms around her daughter, pulling her into a tight hug.          "I love you so much, my child." Elli sighed, trying to hold her tears back. "Come visit us whenever you are free."          "I will." Eira told her.           Elli kissed her daughter on the cheek then broke the hold. They both walked to the door and Eira turned to get one last look at the room she had her childhood in.           "They're waiting." Elli reminded her.           Eira nodded her head and turned back to the door. She followed her mother out of the room and they walked down the hall, following Ralph's voice. They walked into the dining hall where the men waited. Brynjar stood there with a cup of ale in his hand as he conversed with Ralph.          "Is she ready?" Ralph asked his wife.           "She is." Elli told them.          Brynjar turned to Eira, staring at her once more.           "You ready, Brynjar?" Destin asked his brother. "We have things to get done."         "Yeah." Brynjar said, handing the cup to Ralph. "Let's go."            Ralph finished his ale and sat the empty cup down on the counter. He walked to his daughter and scooped her up in his arms.          "You'll be missed." He told Eira.         "She'll be able to visit once we come back." Sigurd said.         "Thank you." Elli said.         Destin and Sigurd walked out the house first. Brynjar held his hand out to Eira and she took it without hesitation. She knew they were in a rush to get back. Brynjar walked with Eira out of the house. He removed his hoodie, revealing the wings tattooed on his back. He handed the hoodie to Eira and she wrapped it around her as she kept her eyes on him. He hissed as the wings from his tattoo began to rise from his skin. Eira stared at him in amazement since that was the first time she had seen something like that. His brothers' wings formed as well.          Brynjar glanced at Eira and she wrapped her arms around him.          "Hold on tight, my lady." Sigurd told her.                 Eira nodded, tightening her hold on Brynjar's neck. With his arms around her, Brynjar shot up into the sky with his future wife in his hands. Eira gasped as she captured the view of the clouds as she was taken to her new place of residence. She knew once her parents were out of her sight, her new life as the Jarl's wife was soon to begin. 

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