The morning had already begun, and Tyrinnis was to visit for brunch. Every preparation for breakfast was already made, of course, and the morning’s snow rested on the windowsill illuminating the kitchen with a sharp light blue glow of ice. Nearly blinding in fact for the weary-eyed woken up by a hoard of dogs barking outside and rumbling through the snow.
Of course, that was the clear indication that the woman was arriving, known well by Nolan and his staff. The woman in the long grey robes swept through the path of snow with a leisurely stride, dogs abound with tongues hanging out, grinning for her arrival! Her gloved hand reached out to pet each one equally, scratching behind their ears while she spoke in a pleasant coo to greet them in return. The grey hood fell aside, ivory hair spilling its braid down the side of her caramel cheek rose with a wintery kiss.
“Is Nolan awake yet?” She queried Rosie, her favored pup, then erected herself straight and continued her path to the front door.
Inside the humble manor the Lord was energetically moving from one room to the other, serving mostly to be of no help despite the opposite intentions. Clarent could be heard shouting from below, warning Nolan to keep away while he did his job. “If you want to be eating soon, stay up there! You’re a bloody menace when in that mood.” Not a hint of venom was heard in the affectionate back and forth between the old friends. Nolan’s own rueful grin full of boyish energy when calling back down. “I only wanted to help…- She’s here!” The excited barking and noise from outside interrupted his train of thought, head turning towards the hallway.
With a speed rather unexpected for a man his age, Nolan himself rushed to the doors without any sign of patience. Decorum not the highest on his list of priorities when swinging them open to be greeted by the snow-covered view of the surrounding hill. Even without her presence would the view be a wonder to behold, but as he stood atop the stairs the approaching woman was all he had an eye for. A warm smile gracing his lips while being content to relish Tyrinnis’ approach, hindered by the bounding herd of youthful dogs chasing at her heels. “Had I not known the warmth of you and the tenderness of your heart I would crown you queen of snow today.” He eventually called out to her, long strides starting to close the distance between them until eventually, Nolan rushed to try and lift his beloved into his arms with a welcoming kiss to grace her lips. Stealing Tyrinnis’ affection however was something neither of the dogs would accept without a fight, all five of them quick to jump in.
The echo of his voice atop the snowdrifts lifted Tyrinnis’ features into a bright smile that nearly matched the race of sun gleaming on the crest of the glittering landscape. “I would opt to prefer Queen of the Hot Chocolate, should the crown be so available!” She countered with an equal cheery tone.
Even as his steps quickened, she veered slightly off the curve of the path to wade through snow, heavy grey cloth hanging around her legs slowing her down to dance through molasses. Still, he met her with an emphasized exhale of their bodies planting against each other, snow shaking free from her mantle. Both arms swung around him, his greeting far often similar despite her usual and frequent visits between their homes. Both swayed together, lavishing affection with tender kisses of her full lips gracing his with the familiar scent of the season. She was spiced with cinnamon this morning, a fragrance far new to her that the enthusiastic burn of flavor enticed the senses with passion that she so desperately met him with this morning.
A kiss, then two and three, her hot rosy cheek meeting his as she leaned into his embrace and whispered softly. “I so dearly love you, Nolan.” The woman cooed, her eyes fluttering shut.
Even now his embrace resembled that of a drowning man, holding on so firmly to the woman he loved it could be questioned if he ever intended to let go. The scent filling his nostrils allowing for a hammering heartbeat of time where his eyes flutter shut and the peace of her presence alone wraps the lord in a warm cocoon of comfort. “Queen of my heart.” He murmurs gently against her ear, ignoring the excited jumps of the dogs circling the pair as his fingers trailed to brush through the silver locks of her hair.
“Now.” As Nolan leans back, boyish mischief flares within his brown eyes, “my love.” Without further warning, he makes an attempt to hoist Tyrinnis into his arms, like a bride to be carried over the threshold. Each panted breath of his forming a little cloud in the cold air as he chuckles with absolute joy. “I may have to give Clarent another holiday because the man has outdone himself for the brunch. He’ll stop complaining after he’s heard all your lavish praise again, which I swear he values more than mine these days.” Upon starting to walk with the bundles of chaos in his footsteps he keeps on smiling. “Water is being warmed up if a bath is needed later. Fire is roaring in the hearth. And I am still sorely tempted to not allow you to leave for a while.”
While there was no mistaking the note of jest in the man’s voice, the way his gaze fell adoringly upon her there was no mistaking the desire for her prolonged company either. “And the sun has risen once more on Greenwood Manor, welcome home darling.” Out of the snow they finally arrived at the foyer of the manor, decorated beautifully with the ornaments of the season.
Love filled her heart with a joyous beam as she looked upon his features, then swept up and carried away. She gave a quick gasp of surprise, then broke into a chuckle as she too clung to him for dear life. She’d gained weight, but nonesuch he didn’t intend to carry, the heavy robes falling blanket around her body while she was drug through the snow. She and he swayed with footfalls, the dogs nearly knocking them over once or twice with the shared excitement over their owners’ display, slathered tongues dangling left and right with ecstatic pants and barks almost as notable as the large flopping yellow ears wet with snow.
“Perhaps just one day, I would accept such a proposal, that we might share our lives to and from the city, My door is yours, and yours mine, a shared home between both lives of profession and leisure. And we might meet each morning with such refreshed joy to look upon, that I might look upon your face as my own dawning sun,” she poised her cheek to his again, drawn into his body without else to go, finally carried over the threshold where the horde of dogs trailed in, shaking off their lavish coats from mud and water in a symphony of shivers that overwhelmed her voice.
“And then I would praise the thunder after of our canine companions,” she mused, turning her eyes down to note the dogs with a fair affection for their carefree existence. Though her gaze soon lifted to the decorations, and she parted her lips in awe while he set her down. “It truly is beautiful,” she cooed, a gentle twist of her wrist brushing the simple knot that contained her wardrobe beneath the outer robes. Over then under, the knot was loosened and she leaned the canvas back from her figure revealing an equally decorative attire of forest green, ebony trim and white lace fringe upon the sleeve. The dress was a common gown for the city and modest in design that met at a simple brass broach upon the nape of her neck.
It happened once in a while and this day was one of such, where Nolan looked to Tyrinnis and found himself momentarily robbed of speech. Words failed him while the smile on his aged features simply bloomed further. The sense of awed disbelief further revealed when his head shakes with some fresh snow dancing to his shoulders. “There’s something to be said about poets who write about their hearts stopping at the sight of beauty.” His hands moved to cup her cheeks with an affectionate smile as he took in the sight of her. “Now, before I truly am too mesmerized to pay heed to anything but you for the rest of our day…” With a warm chuckle, and a single arm still coiled to hold her near he turned to the impatient pile of fur leaving its trace of wet snow in the hallway. “Sit. Belle, down…No. Duke down….” Eventually, Nolan heaves a sigh, all five of them making poor attempts at obedience as they frollick and nudge at the two for attention. Finding their ears scratched and wet paws pushed away from Nolan’s velvet vest. “Pests, all five of you.”
Laughing warmly he shakes his head, chiding them lovingly with generous amounts of rubs and pats being handed out as they come fighting. Most of their efforts are however quickly turned to Tyrinnis with their tongue lolling out and their welcome exuberant as always. Allowing Nolan to rise up and watch how his adopted terrors crowded Tyrinnis, smiling and brushing the wet from his doublet that was a deep green as well. His usual colours accompanied by the almost simple brown trousers, and a lighter shirt with billowing sleeves of a vibrant emerald. The buttons and threads showing the more detailed work in fine patterns in silver hues while a more festive scarf showed to be the final touch. “I’d like to think all seven of us agree to be together as much as life allows.”
Tyrinnis was happy to provide them with extra affection, neverminding the wet paws that dragged mud at the hem of her dress. She knew what she was getting into, after all, and the dogs eventually obeyed the whispered pleas of her coos to sit still, a matronly run of her gloves along each of their heads before she began to peel the cloth away, finger by finger with a gentle meticulous precision that she so practiced daily. The woman leaned into his gentle hold around her body, ushered into the house as the gloves were tucked away into her purse where festive wrapping was sure to be peeked within.
“I’ve honestly no other wish for Wintersday,” she assured him with a pleasant smile, setting her head to his shoulder with a beloved hum of affection before lifting and following through the foyer toward the direction of the kitchen, her footsteps easy glide without urgency, content with the slow path of his guiding embrace.
The dogs followed through! They knew where these two were going! And so the heavy paws put forth, a parade of announcing pounding against the floor of the hallway, alerting all of the household that it was time to eat!
“You’d start to think I starve the poor blighters.” Nolan laughs as the flurry of yellow races towards the scents of food being served. Their excited yapping and pleading whines not even silenced by Clarence’s insistence they’d get theirs in only a short while. The arrangement of the dining table, however, was different than what Tyrinnis had grown used to, while laden with various dishes and filling the room with festive aromas. No plates were set for the couple to take their seats. Across from the room where the hearth was alight with the warming flames of burning logs however were two cushioned seats and a table for two. Set with a single pine scented candle stood in the middle. Customary and traditional dishes were the centerpiece of the larger table, surrounded by colourful and inventive additions of Clarent’s repertoire, clearly having no qualms in going the extra mile even if only preparing a meal for two.
A single richly decorated cake was the crowning glory, the frosty icing similar to a snowcapped mountain where ice shimmers and glints. White pearls of chocolate, red ribbons and sugared confections pleasing the eye of this creation. Yet when observed from the other side the white melted away, making way for verdant green and blossoming rainbows of colours. Dominating the scenery of spring however are the coloured chocolates coming together into a sea of lavender at the cake’s base. “Be sure to call everyone over to come and get their share, Clarent. I’m a glutton for good food but I can’t even begin to imagine eating -all- of that.” With his boyish grin, Nolan looks to the proud cook with an affectionate nod in response.
“May I invite you to come sit with me, my lady?” Even after the seasons together Nolan dipped into a formal bow. Something more done out of his deeply rooted respect and adoration for Tyrinnis as he offered his hand to her with a loving smile. The elder Lord’s features glowing in the firelight as if indeed he was the most blessed being on Tyria be simply being graced by her company. “We have freshly pressed juice at the table.” Guiding her with a gesturing hand, indeed there was a pitcher of juice and while the glasses were intended to hold or serve wine. A bottle of said drink was missing from the setup.
Tyrinnis was delighted by the sight of the festive feast before them, and even more so at the hearth with the smaller table, intimate intently for the pairing. She couldn’t help but gently tilt her head, ivory tresses slipping along the gown’s vibrant forest mantle, contrast with a luminescent braid decorated with a simple green ribbon matching the dress and its fabrics. “Oh, Clarent, you truly have outdone yourself once more. I would not have expected else from you,” she praised with a genuine appraisal that fondly cooed lavishly, her gaze trailing over the design of food that trailed from one end of the large oak to the other, eventually resting on the centerpiece of cake. Her right hand settled to her torso, just a gentle reminder of the weight that had rested there just now beginning to trim down, fingers caressing the lace that so delicately was sewn over her figure.
“I cannot fathom to consume it all either, though it would feed half the city would it not? Ah, to end the fear of hunger with only Clarent and his remarkable skill, a blessing to us all truly. And yes, Nolan, I would be an honored guest to sit with you this beautiful morning.” She announced, the woman pleasantly bowing her head to Clarent appreciatively as she took Nolan’s hand, once more guided to the seating arranged just before the hearth. With a flourish of the gown’s hem, it twisted around her ankles noting the well-donned leather boots beneath meant clearly for travel and not well for decor, tarnished at the tips with the mud of snowy paths.
With a sway and a sweep, she sat down into the chair, her fingers offering his only a moment of a gentle squeeze before retreating folded into her lap, warm fire illuminating her features with a rose tint across the caramel visage. It danced across her hair, the tresses alive with the pale reflection of fire, equally as muted by the dark trim of her gown that so softly glowed so near the flames. Her gaze turned upward to him with a smile. “I’ve good news to share with you, Nolan.”
After she had taken her seat, and not before gracing the top of her hand with a single brush of his fingers did he too claim a cushioned place for his own rear. Clarent himself beaming with pride when turning to leave the room and call upon the humble number of staff residing in Greenwood manor for their festive meal. “Good news?” He almost seemed distracted, blinking to focus himself when she spoke. His smile almost unfaltering when being reminded yet again of the radiance of her beauty glowing before him. “Speaking of which.” Suddenly he held up a hand, something having jogged his memory when that very hand motioned to the table beside them with the obscene piles of food present. “There’s a good amount more in the kitchen, I convinced Clarent to take on some extra hands this season. If you would do me the honour of course later today?”
The honesty of Nolan’s smile could hardly be questioned when his hand reached to clasp one of hers at the center of the table, eyes unwavering in wanting to capture hers. “You know the orphanage enjoys the company of the Rowdy Five.” His head nudges towards the wagging tails beside the table, furry heads turned up to the food out of reach. “I’d like to join the children and bring them their own feast in the later hours of the day. Presents have already been sent. Unless of course, you had meant to keep my company all for yourself?” With sparks of amusement alight in Nolan’s eyes, he peered at Tyrinnis quizzically, the latter only having been added in loving humour. “Pardon, you had good news of your own. I am as always all ears, and all yours.
Tyrinnis chuckled, her free hand reaching then to embrace his own with bare fingers gracing his, soft and tender as always with a gentle caress. "Ah, Nolan, would Dwayna deny her blessings upon all of humanity? Too must I find it within myself such a godly generosity to share your company with others. The children will be so happy to have us and the dogs today. Just yesterday, we’d delivered handmade toys built at the Wintersday festivities.” She shut her eyes, content to describe her recollection with pure joy that beamed from her smile. “Their smiles, each one a joy to behold. I am so blessed to have such love in my life, and to share it so freely with them.” Her lashes fluttered open, glistening with adoration upon his visage. “And you, Nolan. As grateful to the Gods as I am with you, that we have such intertwined hearts and that we can cast our branches far beyond title and parchment, a family that truly is unending with love and care.”
She paused, her free hand then shifting upwards, to cup around the man’s cheek. There was a flame in her gaze, one that so quietly burned within her, rarely seen beyond the throes of passion. She was driven, and the next words left her lips like the intimate whisper so carefully breathed after a night within the confines of his comfort. “I’ve just returned from an appointment, my health is well maintained save for the sweets Clarent so willingly bestows on me. And even more so, my body is well to receive this day… fertile and willing.”
With his mouth agape, Nolan stared for a heartbeat in absolute silence. Whatever response, agreement or addition he had to their shared passions and joy seemed to melt as the snow does before the sun. Instead, his own visage lights up, his chair being knocked back in the sudden rush of his form moving to kneel at her side. Still holding her hand and bringing it to his lips before even speaking again. “My love…” Whispering with raw admiration and needing to already catch his breath when the joy spreads to bursting limits within his chest. “I meant to do this later.” A hand fluttered in search to his pockets, a darkened hue rising to his cheeks as a boyish blustering ensues. Stumbling over his words and losing all manner of decorum in the sheer happiness of the moment. Nolan fumbles and with a laugh finally pulls out a single square box that he holds up towards his seated lover.
“I thought to surprise you myself, before the children we both seek to shelter and care for. It seemed like a proposal more worthy of you rather than a public show of my affection, a lavish scene for the pretense of others. Loving you is probably something as easy as breathing and being alive. But I haven’t felt alive for so many years, your arrival changed everything. My future and my dreams are something I can only picture with you in it. Something I’d only wish to share with you. Tyrinnis, I could write down an endless stream of words, of praise to your beauty, your heart. Generously bestow the depths of my affection upon you. But the moment I look at you I am at a loss. Words don’t really do y-…Hey, Duke…down. Gods. Duke.” Interrupted by the largest of the five trying to crawl upon Nolan’s leg for his own moment of attention is Duke, yapping with a wagging tail. “Just a moment. I am…Right” Nolan’s laugh rings with the fraying of his nerves clearly resonating through it when finally shoving down the eager dog and holding him at bay with a single hand. The other extending the jewelry box from which a simple white golden ring glitters. Its design elegant and refined with the band curling to encase the large diamond at the center. The socket carved and shaped like tiny petals of a blossom.
“Tyrinnis, I could not phrase it more simply and more honestly than this. I would be the most happy and blessed man alive if I could call you my wife, mother of my children, my partner to fullfill shared dreams. Would you do me that honour?”
At first, the woman wasn’t certain of the man’s actions to fall so desperately to his knee before her, kneeling in praise for her words. There was a concern but it melted away at his continuity of adoration that she so humbly gathered like blush across her vibrantly colored cheeks. He rambled, his nerves amidst the words fumbling so to dig the jewelry box, that it was then Tyrinnis came to an awed realization the depths of his heart and actions. Her lips parted, graciously lifting a hand to his own below the small cube where the diamonds glittered and gleamed, a glistening portrayal of neverending love.
“Oh Nolan,” she breathed out with a shameless gasp, all words failing her at this moment. A symphony of the poetic quotes that amassed in her head was blank with nothing but surprise and love swelling in her chest as she held her breath. Her fingers shook just slightly, stressed by the excitement, delicately touching just below his wrist and curling along the grasp him, as though only he could keep her grounded lest she float away. Her left palm gathered its digits before her lips, realizing it rested open and agape likewise, only for the moment to be interrupted by yet another fuzzy head shoving into her lap for affection. It jarred her, gaze darting downward, then back to the ring, then to Nolan as she finally found that poem that dangled between them.
“Yes!” Simple and elegantly, she gave little care to the muzzle that begged her attention. Tyrinnis swept forward, dropping likewise on her knees before Nolan. There before the hearth, in its festive glory, the woman wrapped both arms around the back of his neck and accepted his proposal, heavy embrace of their lips an affirmation of their love.
He hadn’t even realized he was holding his breath until his salvation came with her acceptance. that one word bringing an end to a single most terrifying moment and leaving him to gasp for the air he forgot to inhale in those precious split seconds. Annoying furballs aside Nolan welcomed Tyrinnis into his arms while both knelt before the hearth. Drawing her against his almost trembling form when seeking to kiss her cheek, seeking her neck and lips only moments later in a sudden outbreak of affection he’d like to shower her in. Beaming his own joy it seemed like the years vanished from his features, the youthful glow could fool anyone into believing Nolan to be a few decades younger than his actual age. “Lady Tyrinnis Sylvante-Quinn, Baroness Greenwood.” He murmured against the caramel skin, tasting the name on his lips and yet the tone seemed to seek her approval still.
Without hesitation he finally sought to claim her lips for a prolonged and passionate kiss, ripe with the turbulence of emotions currently raging rampant through his veins, only to break for a damnable breath eventually being required. And even then his eyes lock onto hers, grinning broadly. “If you’d allow me then, my beautiful betrothed?” At good last his arms withdrew to pry the delicate ring from its confines and hold it aloft, a free hand aiming to guide hers between them so he may place the ring of a promised future upon its destined finger. All the while not showing any sign of breaking the eye-contact, despite that proving to make his task a little less easy if one were to keep in mind his trembling.
She was likewise shivering despite the warmth between them, overwhelmed with the emotions that had been so calm and bottled now bursting into life a bloom unlike any other. The flowered woman released him, only for his plea, the breath caught and held intermittently with chuckles of relief and disbelief, all meanwhile glowing beneath the fire’s hot glaze. Her single eye darted down to his hands catching hers, guiding them together with that long delicate finger claimed by the elaborate circle, white gold adorned atop her deep-toned skin, glistening its announcement for the two.
“Sylvante-Quinn,” she finally breathed out, unwilling titters catching in her chest as she trembled. “Oh, Nolan, I… ” lost for words, she searched desperately in her heart, as that ring slid over the knuckle and rested into the base where it would remain, his fingers and hers so lightly brushing together, both shivering, both excited, and both afraid. Finally, she met his gaze, smiling with an intense beam, words beginning soft, a whisper intimate and mild.
“Nolan, there is no darkness lingering, for when I first met you, I knew our hearts beat as one upon the Gods divine intervention. I saw you, and you saw me, those first moments in despair and loneliness. You were my light, as I was yours, a glorious redemption of our bewildered hearts so isolated beneath the weight of our shared woes. I’ve known love, and I’ve known loss, and too we’ve shared much more, that all memories therefore after would be null and void without the sweet ecstasy of your presence. I love you, Nolan, every day you grace my thoughts, a smile shared so openly that your light illuminates not only me but the world around me, that there is not a shred of doubt or dark to remain. Your heart so boundless that I am in awe of you.” She spoke quieter then, leaning forward to whisper her words, emphasized by a gentle tremor on the lobe of his ear. “I am in awe of you,” she repeats. “I adore, love, respect, and so desire you. Every day. From this day forward and all time.”
A series of attempts to speak were soon enough silenced when the mumbling Lord laid claim to her lips one more time, this time there was no urgency or despair to the gesture. The overwhelming tide of his emotions contained with a little more control to instead savour the moment in which their lips meet, sealing the promise of their future without any more words being added to what they had both already said. Their shared sentiments needing no further elaboration as both his arms coiled to embrace his lover firmly. Slowly ushering both of them back to their feet but not without a mischievous touch added. Swinging Tyrinnis down to be held by his bracing arm after a single twirl on the spot. Beaming down to her own radiant features. “All time.” The lord agrees wholeheartedly and slowly lifts his gaze with a startled perk of his brows. “Oh…” Chortling under his breath she perhaps could make out a half-arsed apology before his voice raised higher, to carry. “She said YES!” And indeed, the whooping cheers of staff were too close-by for any pretense on their behalf that they weren’t at ALL eavesdropping.
Sheepish grins are visible upon the modest number of household servants as they come in clapping, and even approach to embrace Nolan and Tyrinnis despite the very fact they were the lord and lady. As always in Greenwood manor, the few living and earning their keep within its walls were an extension of Nolan’s family and treated as such. “About time. About bloody time old fox.” Clarent held Nolan at arm’s reach with a broad grin of his own before looking to Tyrinnis, flanked by his own wife whose eyes were teary. “Been nagging him long enough to finally grow a spine and ask. Ye’d think a man his age had a bit more courage, eh?” Deftly he avoided Nolan’s attempt to shove him away, huffing after him. “Getting bolder by the day he is.” But nothing could dampen Nolan’s joy, the smile and grin staying in place when finally encouraging his servants to grab their meal. The warm room now bursting with life, but those who stack up their plates exit down the stairs to consume their feast elsewhere. Allowing the newly engaged couple their privacy still.
His lips met hers with quick gasps and breaths between, though as they softened, so did hers, a moment of silence finally between them. Their nerves softened, fingers much less trembling as the diamond ring shone atop her left hand. It coiled around the back of his neck, where she held him against her, grateful for his pounding heart against her own, the woman easing into a gentle nuzzle just beneath his chin. Her eyes closed only a moment before he began to stand, ushering her alongside, hand in hand as she turned to notice the direction of his apology.
Again, she blushed, the Elonian setting palm to her lips nearly to mask her sudden impulse to cry of joy, tears welled at the corners of her eyes. Fluttered lashes batted them away, however, and she accepted the parade of embraces and well wishes in Wintersday cheer. “I am so grateful for you all to have me. Ah, do not be too harsh, matters of the heart are frightening, even so, the bravest soldier sweats with such a heavy question in his heart,” she assured them, attempting to assuage in good humor the ribbing Nolan received as dutily as possible. His fiancé gently ran her fingers to his shoulder with a fond affection with the words, with Maggie chiming in suddenly. “And when will we have the pitter patter of feet? Don’t be too shy for that now, will ye?”
Tyrinnis couldn’t help but dip her head with a humble chuckle. “I will pray diligently,” she assured them, though Maggie had none of it. “Ye’d better do more'n pray!” The woman continued to ramble off herbs and fruits best for boys and girls, as Tyrinnis glanced over to Nolan, a small curiosity struck while she delved her fingers into the crook of his elbow, held fast by the left as well.
“… A boy or a girl?” Tyrinnis asked in repetition to Nolan, allowing him to answer.
As much as he did attempt to muster a scolding look towards the woman, Nolan failed miserably and buried his head against Tyrinnis’ beside him with a rumbling laugh. “Clarent, if you’d be so kind to take your wife along with you now?” Entirely non-apologetic, the cook moved an arm over Maggie’s shoulder and muttered to her ear which only invited a broad grin from the both of them. “Oh, I haven’t heard the last of those two.” Nolan struggled to find any real weight to his words that hinted at anything remotely like disappointment. The warmth of his smile and the reflected jubilant emotions in his deep brown eyes were too domineering to have his mood be spoiled by familiar banter of his valued staff. “Boy or girl?” During his pause of supposed consideration, he leans down to peck a kiss to her cheek, allowing a single splayed hand to rest upon the current flatness of her stomach. “I doubt we would love one more or less than the other. Besides, we may well have both?”
With a blush of his own remaining upon his cheeks, Nolan guides Tyrinnis back to her seat to allow the pair to have a drink and fill their own plates with whichever food of the feast they desire. Now truly enjoying privacy despite the occasional raucous laughter from below. Giving the pair time to digest the changes ahead in the new season to come, and plan the upcoming nuptials. An announcement Nolan is all too willing to leave in Tyrinnis’ hands. Together the pair spend the hours of the day, conversing and sharing their tales of recent happenings. Discussing possible invites and who to not neglect. And after a few hours amongst the Orphans who joyously show off the presents they received this year, they bid a good night to the many familiar faces and leave behind the five rascals for their time with the children for the next few days. During the majority of this time, Nolan seemed almost too distracted to offer any complete attention, always feeling himself drawn to look upon Tyrinnis or smile in her direction. Rarely even moving from her side or relinquishing the hand upon which the diamond now glittered. Quite frequently inviting giggles from the young when they witness the tender affections bestowed upon the woman.
At day’s end, and upon return to Greenwood Manor, their shared bed beckoned where they were for the first time truly alone ever since their confessions and engagement.
(Written with @lordnolanquinn )
