ETAN
It was an incredible moment, laying there with her, nothing between them and the sun—or each other. When they'd both caught their breath and Ayleth had stopped blinking, he pushed himself up onto the rock with her and she rolled into the crook between his arm and his side, her head on his shoulder.
Neither of them spoke for a while.
As he lay there under the sky, his wife-to-be's arm thrown over his chest, his fingers stroking slowly along her skin, and their breathing settling in time... Etan wished it could last forever. He wished their lives would always include these moments of peace and satisfaction. This unity. He vowed that no matter how busy his life as a ruler became, he would insist that they take a morning together regularly… just like this.
