Somehow, she could sense his presence in the
doorway. Even before he spoke, even before he
stepped into the room, she somehow knew that
it was him. Â She should have known he would
wake and come looking for her. For just a fleeting
moment, it crossed her mind that perhapsâŠshe
should have known he would come looking for her
because Wulfgar, too, would have come looking for
her. Â But that thought was pushed from her mind
nearly as soon as it came into it. Â He was not Wulf.
Einar had come looking for her because that was
what he would have done, it was what he had done
for perhaps longer than Sigrid had realized that it
was what he was doing.Â
She felt his lips press against her shoulder as he
pulled the quill from her hand. Â She reached up with
one hand to rest her hand against the side of his
face. Â âYou should be asleep,â she murmured back
to him, eyes still looking over the documents on the
desk in front of her.  âI need to finish these⊠I will
not be long,â she added, though the stack of papers
argued against her promise not to be long.
His eyes trail from her to the documents with a sigh, he was not
going to allow her to tire herself over something her father left
behind unfinished and for her. "No, not tonight love." He replied
softly turning her chin gently to look at him. He could already see
the tiredness in her eyes and he sighed. Shaking his head he gave
her a soft smile. "Five more minutes, and then I want to see you
walking through the door of our bed chamber, if not... I promise
you I will carry you to that bed myself." Â Lightly he touched his
lips to hers before standing and handing her back the quail. He
pressed another kiss to her hair before walking for the door to
the corridor-- he glanced over his shoulder once before heading
back down the corridor he came from.
He stopped by the prince's room again to check on him and noticed
his blanket had fallen to the floor so he replaced it over him and
waited for him to settle before he returned to the bedchamber he
shared with her. He lit the fire place to warm the room and stared
out the large window to the City of Dale, the many torches lighting
it's paths and the soft quiet murmur of those still awake in the night.
He laid down only moments later, eyes staring at the ceiling as he
counted the time in his head, he was serious on what he had said.
He would carry her back to bed if he had to.
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