weddings were supposed to be an extravagant thing, yet sihtric had never seen himself as a man who did anything extravagant, especially for a one day event.

and that had translated into today.

marriage was a fickle thing, he understood the meaning of it. claiming someone for his own in a deeper way than just simple relations. it was choosing someone for the rest of his life, someone that could love him for the rest of time.

that was why he had chosen you.

the two of you had known each other for the entirety of your lives. passing conversation had turned into friendship in their youth, and a bond had formed. a trust had sealed in place and he personally couldn't have seen himself settling down with anyone else.

when he had proposed the idea, he hadn't expected you to agree so readily though.

it had been a quick conversation, leading to the days events. leading to a small celebration with those who needed to know - talk always traveled quick, the entire village would know before morning came, he was sure about it.

and all of that? it had lead to now.

the feast was over, congratulations had been given and gifts had been exchanged. you had come back with him to his hut as was expected. now that the two of you were wed, it was almost expected with tradition, that one of them would move into the others home.

upon going inside, he had lead you to the bedroom - it had been a long day. he knew you would be tired, but he had something else in mind. you would be his completely by morning come.

his keen eyes watched as you perched on the edge of his bed, sinking into the fur that lined the mattress. sihtric couldn't help but admire you - you just fit so nicely in his space. you looked as if you belonged here, among his things.

he had turned his back to you, pulling his shirt over his head, discarding the fabric on the floor with little care. once it was off, he turned back to you, although his eyes, they had darkened. the idea of having you beneath him was on his mind.

"yield to me." sihtric's voice broke the silence, it coming out as a low rumble. it was a command, the sound of his voice making you shiver visibly, an action that his eyes locked onto.

"yield to me and you'll be mine."