Anders gently runs his fingers down my cheek as I slowly wake. The sunshine peeking through the cracks of the boards shines on him, making his hair shimmer and his eyes look impossibly blue. He smiles down at me, taking my breath away for a moment.
I reach up, gently cupping his face. “Unnasta,” I tell him, the endearment I’d learned recently.
He smiles, leaning forward, and kisses my forehead. “Unnasta,” he says softly, running his finger across the few freckles on my nose. “Today,” he tells me, full of excitement.
It’s hard not to return his enthusiasm, for later today, we will marry. Are all men this excited to marry? Men are not this excited at home, but here… maybe this is normal. Still, his excited smile causes butterflies in my stomach.
He will leave for the raids in
