Bearhold rose among the forested peaks like a fortress grown from the mountains themselves, its stone towers standing ancient, worn, and resolute. Edric’s family had ruled over these lands for generations beyond memory, presiding over the war-bear breeding program that was legendary but known only to the Bearhold family. As the castle came into view, Lyraeth saw more than just a fortress; she saw a sanctuary for warriors, a haven of tradition, and a home hidden from the world’s gaze.
As they approached the village nestled beneath the towering silhouette of Bearhold Castle, Edric, and Lyraeth found themselves the center of curious attention. The villagers paused their work, eyes widening in surprise as they caught sight of their general returning home—not alone, but with a woman at his side.
“Who is she?” someone whispered.
“General Bearhold has a wife?” another murmured, their voice tinged with both awe and incredulity.
Children peeked out from behind their parents, their wide eyes darting between Edric and Lyraeth. Lyraeth, dressed in simple but travel-worn attire, met their gazes with a composed smile, her rogue-like demeanor betraying nothing of her divine heritage. Despite her calm exterior, she felt the weight of their curiosity.
When they reached the gates of Bearhold Castle, Neryssa Vale was already waiting for them. Her hazel hair was tied in its familiar high ponytail, her armor polished despite signs of recent use. She approached with a broad grin, her sharp hazel eyes flicking between Edric, Lyraeth, and Aldrin.
“Well, well, our lord returns, and with more than he left with,” Neryssa quipped, bowing respectfully to Lyraeth before giving Edric a teasing smirk. “Welcome home, General—and Lady Lyraeth, I presume?”
Lyraeth returned the bow, her gaze steady. “Thank you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Neryssa. Edric has spoken highly of you.”
“And Aldrin?” Neryssa shot back playfully, folding her arms. “Did he behave himself on this little adventure?”
Aldrin groaned, running a hand through his messy hair. “I’ll have you know, Neryssa, that I’ve been nothing but an upstanding companion.” Then, with a dramatic sigh, he added, “Though I’ve seen things I can’t unsee.”
Neryssa raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. “Oh? Care to elaborate?”
Edric shot Aldrin a warning glance. “Aldrin,” he said sharply, “don’t make it sound inappropriate.”
“What? It’s true!” Aldrin protested, though he was grinning.
Edric sighed, cutting in before Aldrin could dig himself deeper. “We’ll catch you up later,” he promised Neryssa, giving her a pointed look that silenced any further questions—for now.
Inside the castle walls, Lyraeth found herself studying the people who worked and lived there. Blacksmiths toiled in the forge, stable hands tended to the horses, and cooks rushed between the kitchens and storerooms. Every face she passed regarded her with a mix of curiosity and respect, their hushed whispers trailing behind her.
That evening, a grand feast was held in the castle’s great hall to formally welcome Lyraeth. The stone chamber, illuminated by hundreds of flickering candles, was adorned with banners bearing the Bearhold crest. The scent of roasted meats, freshly baked bread, and spiced wine filled the air, creating an atmosphere of warmth and celebration.
As the gathered crowd quieted, Edric rose from his seat, his goblet in hand. His deep voice carried easily over the hall. “Tonight, we celebrate not only my return but the arrival of Lady Lyraeth, my beloved wife.”
A cheer erupted, filling the hall with its energy. Lyraeth stood and offered a graceful bow, her serene composure drawing admiring murmurs. She cast a subtle smile toward Edric, one that spoke volumes only he could understand.
Neryssa leaned toward Aldrin as the feast continued, her voice low. “So, she’s a demigod?”
Aldrin smirked, raising his goblet. “That’s the simple version.”
Edric caught the exchange and sighed, shaking his head fondly at the two of them. Lyraeth, seated beside him, glanced his way, her eyes sparkling with quiet amusement. Despite the weight of the whispers and the eyes on her, she felt a sense of belonging here—an unfamiliar but welcome warmth, like the first rays of sunlight breaking through the clouds.
In the days that followed, Edric showed around Lyraeth in Bearhold, drawing her into its winding corridors and stone staircases, their steps echoing on ancient floors. They walked through the village at the castle’s base, where blacksmiths greeted them with rough nods, children eyed Lyraeth with wide-eyed wonder and older townsfolk shared cautious smiles. There was something magnetic about her presence, and soon enough, rumors spread among the people, hints of an “otherworldly Lady” in Bearhold.
After days spent reuniting with his people and introducing Lyraeth to Bearhold, Edric felt a quiet longing to savor an uninterrupted moment with her. That evening, after the day’s bustle faded and the castle lay hushed under the moon’s silver light, he found her in one of the secluded gardens. She was seated on a low stone wall, gazing up at stars that glittered above the towering pines.
He approached silently, taking in the peaceful expression on her face. When she noticed him, a soft smile brightened her features. “Come to steal me away?” she murmured as he settled beside her.
“Always,” he replied, touching her hand. They sat close, shoulders touching, their words softened by the quiet of the night. They spoke of simple things—the cool mountain air, the night sounds in the forest, the warmth they’d felt from his people. It felt like rediscovering each other’s world, piece by piece.
Edric’s voice lowered, thoughtful. “Do you remember the night we first met?”
A mischievous glint flashed in Lyraeth’s eyes. “You mean at that shabby old tavern when you hired me to ‘retrieve’ an ancient artifact from the spirit of the forest?” She chuckled. “I thought you were mad.”
He laughed, squeezing her hand. “And you went along with it anyway. You surprised me that night… I never thought one adventure could turn into this.” His gaze softened, the weight of his feelings clear. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Lyraeth leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. “And now we’re here, hidden away in these old stone walls and under these ancient trees.” Her voice held a touch of awe. “It feels… almost like a dream.”
Edric wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. “A dream I don’t plan on waking up from.”
As the stars deepened in the sky, they wandered hand-in-hand back to their chambers. Inside, Lyraeth’s eyes danced with a playful light as she tugged him close, her laughter soft against his ear. They shed their armor and the weight of the day’s duties, their laughter slowly fading into whispered promises and lingering glances.
In the quiet of their shared warmth, Edric brushed his lips over her brow, her cheeks, and the corners of her mouth. His touch traced her form as though he were memorizing every part of her. Lyraeth returned each gesture, her fingers weaving through his hair, until the space between them vanished, and their world became just the two of them, safe and intertwined.
As they lay together in the candlelit stillness, Edric held her close, his voice a gentle murmur. “I never thought I’d find someone who makes Bearhold feel like home again.”
Lyraeth closed her eyes, her hand resting over his heart, as they drifted to sleep, their breaths mingling in the soft glow of a life finally shared.
***Download NovelToon to enjoy a better reading experience!***
Updated 96 Episodes
Comments