After countless battles, We've finally gotten married.
Ours was not a lengthy engagement If there was even one to begin with. A long courtship, though. Skirmish after bloodbath after slaughter Fighting trolls and giants and the undead We were comrades Brothers in arms. And then a quick confession A purchased home That was it.
Now we sleep in on weekends Slowly wake to the cool darkness of the room Make love with sleep still frosting our eyes I serenade you in the cold evenings with my battered lute As you tend to the crackling hearth Before tending to my gashes and bruises Earned from the day's clashes.
This must be what Valhalla feels like -- Coming home to you and a hearty stew After a long day of fighting Covered in blood (Some of them mine) Loaded down with loot. Doing this for a lifetime seems preferable To being High King for eternity.
Dragons may be razing the northern wastes Savage tribes holding sway in the mountains Rebels and imperials clashing in the plains But in here It's just you and me. Nothing and no one can enter our sanctuary. Like you said, Brief as life can be here, We have each other.
I may be the Thane of your hold But you are the Thane of my heart.