CHAPTER 72 Torj
Torj
‘Long may she reign’
– Bear Slayer, Warsword of Thezmarr
THE BATTLEFIELD WENT silent as Silas’s body hit the mud, his head utterly pulverized by the war hammer in the Queen of Delmira’s hands.
Those who hadn’t already lowered their weapons in surrender did so now.
Amid the silver and the smoke, Torj went to Wren, his wife, and took her in his arms. ‘You saved me.’ He would forever be in awe of the woman before him. Of her ferocity, her determination, her spirit.
She smiled, and he’d never seen anything more beautiful. ‘I’ll always save you.’
Gently, he brushed her bloodied hair behind her ear, drinking in the sight of her. ‘I don’t doubt it.’
‘Good,’ she replied, that warm smile still playing on her lips.
He kissed her, thoroughly, deeply, the battlefield around them fading away until it was only them.
‘I want all my tomorrows to belong to you, Elwren Embervale.’