Brynjar was up. He made love to Eira and now she was resting on his chest, sleeping, peacefully. Brynjar waited for this moment. Today was the day that they departed. He hated to leave his wife's side, but it had to be done. He sighed as he slowly moved from underneath her and moved off the bed. He placed the warm blanket over her naked body before he began to get dressed. He grabbed a bag and packed his clothes in it before he placed it over his shoulder. He grabbed his sword off the table and made sure it was okay before he placed it on his back. While putting his sword in its rightful place, his eyes traveled over to Eira. She was still sleep. He walked to her and leaned down, placing a kiss on the top of her forehead.
"I love you so much, Eira." He whispered in her ear
