The Return of the Dragons

Part 38 Freya - Viggo POV

We had been traveling together for some time after we escaped from the hunters. We hid together on a remote Island which she had been living on alone. At first I was going to leave and go off on my own. But before I could I became deathly ill and nearly died.

But she, oh sweet she, nursed me back to health. I had died but for her tender hands. She began to trust me and I began to love her. Every time she dabbed my brow I loved her even more deeply. Her most menial task was my deepest pleasure. Sweat glistened on her brow as it dripped on my account and I could not be more grateful for her kindness. She did not sleep, she did not eat, but her attention was continually mine. She was ever at my bedside.

I love her. I love her more passionately than I have ever loved before. She is my angel, she is as sent from Valhalla. I never wish to leave her.

The day has come now that I must tell her. For if not today, then it shall never be. I am almost well. A little weak but almost well. She knows this and I can tell she has gone silent. The blood has gone from her sweet cheeks.

She goes to change the cloth on my head. She stands to go but I take her hand and keep it. "Freya." She looks at me. Her violet eyes are cool and her face is stolid. "Freya, I must speak with you about something."

"What is it Viggo?" She asks softly. The way her hair falls around her head and shoulders is the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen.

"Freya," I begin, "I am nearly well and very soon you will not have to care for me."

She nods.

"Freya, I don't know how to say this. I am at a loss for the words which I should say. I could say it in all the eloquent ways in the world but for that I have no words. Then I will say it plainly and simply, but oh believe me just as passionately...
I love you Freya."

She looks into my eyes with shock in her own. I sit up and take her hands in mine.

"Viggo you should really lie down." She says.

"I am fine Freya." I insist. Now I begin. "Freya, I thought my life was over, but you saved me. You took me to your home to hide so I could then restart my life. But I fell ill and thought my life was over again. But you, you my love, did not leave my side for a moment. Sweet Freya, every time you bathed my feverish brow I loved you more. When you held my hand I wanted to hold you forever. I cannot imagine my life without you Freya and it would give me the greatest joy if you would consent to be my wife."

Tears were now flowing from her eyes and she tripped my hands tightly. "Viggo..." She said beginning to sob. I held her in my arms as she cried. "I love you Viggo." She whispered in my ear. My heart leaped and I hugged her tighter beginning to cry myself.

"Then will you," I ask, "will you darling, will you be my wife?" I ask.

"Yes yes! Of course I will."

I look her in her eyes which are now overflowing with tears but her lips are curved in a sweet smile. This beautiful woman has just consented to restart life with me!

Suddenly compelled, I wrap my arms around her and passionately kiss her sweet lips. She kisses me back and I know, we are meant to be together.

...

The next morning, as the sun rises we are out in the chilly morning hand in hand. We stop under a tree and take both hands and there we make our vows to each other. My heart leaps in my chest. We are married and this beautiful creature is my bride