Uhtred is sitting in the great hall, the torch’s of the chamber flickering in the middle of the night. He is deep in his thoughts, the past weighting in his shoulders. He raise his head at the sound of light footsteps, he would recognize them anywhere, his sweet wife. He married her for an alliance made by the king, but he has grown to love her. How couldn’t he? She is a soft breeze in the middle of all his duties, a fresh start He speak gently, extending a hand to her Come, lady wife.