The next morning, Galmar awoke early from another nightmare filled with faces of men and women he had sent to death in battle. Wulfgar had featured often, as had Sofie and Rozenn, although he knew intellectually that there was little in this world that would harm the Dragonborn - his nightmares weren't especially rational, anyway.
The sky outside was still dark, no light penetrated the curtains in their bedroom. Rozenn was curled up against him on her side, one leg hitched possessively over his thigh. He began stroking his fingers lightly through her hair, enjoying the quiet and calm of the early morning.
Idly he wondered how long would Rozenn remain in Windhelm this time; she had returned only recently from her long stay at the Mages' College in Winterhold, and almost immediately after furnishing the child's bedroom she had run off to Whiterun on some errand, and he had missed her company. She was a wonderfully warm presence in his bed, and, although he'd never admit it aloud, he enjoyed simply lying cuddled up with her as much as he enjoyed making love with her. He hoped she and Sofie would get on well in their new, unfamiliar familial roles.
Sofie. He snorted lightly in rueful amusement to think of how spiritedly she had argued with him, in the presence of her Jarl, fighting off her timidity to try to make a few coins. He really would have to make up to her for forcing her to lose face as she had. But his little Sofie was a strong one; he hoped his unborn child would have as much spirit as the girl-child did.
Fill: Oh, Very Well, Then 5/6
The sky outside was still dark, no light penetrated the curtains in their bedroom. Rozenn was curled up against him on her side, one leg hitched possessively over his thigh. He began stroking his fingers lightly through her hair, enjoying the quiet and calm of the early morning.
Idly he wondered how long would Rozenn remain in Windhelm this time; she had returned only recently from her long stay at the Mages' College in Winterhold, and almost immediately after furnishing the child's bedroom she had run off to Whiterun on some errand, and he had missed her company. She was a wonderfully warm presence in his bed, and, although he'd never admit it aloud, he enjoyed simply lying cuddled up with her as much as he enjoyed making love with her. He hoped she and Sofie would get on well in their new, unfamiliar familial roles.
Sofie. He snorted lightly in rueful amusement to think of how spiritedly she had argued with him, in the presence of her Jarl, fighting off her timidity to try to make a few coins. He really would have to make up to her for forcing her to lose face as she had. But his little Sofie was a strong one; he hoped his unborn child would have as much spirit as the girl-child did.