“We could always have a wedding just between us,” he suggested, raising his brows. “A ceremony by our stream. And maybe Theon could marry us.” I snorted and gently pushed him away. Yet, my heart ached with want and sang at his words. “I love you, Ax,” he said, becoming serious. “I know we may not ever have the life you wish to have, but I hope having my word is enough. My heart and my body are yours until the end of our days. I swear it to you, by the gods.”
