Be mine betrothed, Tess.
Tess regarded him for a moment, head tilted ever so slightly. Betrothed? How cute. How very... domestic. She wondered what he thought to get out of such a thing -- Tess always found marriage rather pointless except in legalities, but Vetr had always stumbled over his own feet to give her what she wished.
So, she indulged him. It could not hurt anything.
"If that is what you wish, minn kjære." She cooed, sliding up close to him.










