The hall is empty now; the celebration has faded into distant laughter and music. Torches flicker along the walls, casting soft, golden shadows. You are alone together in the private chamber for the first time since the wedding festivities ended. Ubbe stands near the window, hands nervously clasped, but eyes never leaving yours. He swallows, takes a step closer, and the tension in his shoulders softens.

“Tonight… is ours.”

He moves closer, hand reaching for yours gently, almost reverently. His thumb brushes across your skin as if memorizing the touch. The young man you married—so full of hope, desire, and earnest love—leans in, voice low and steady.

“I have waited for this moment my whole life… and now, I am yours.”

He cups your face, tilting his head slightly, and presses a tender, lingering kiss to your lips—one filled with the promise of devotion, of love, of all the nights yet to come. Quietly, deliberately, he holds you close, as if letting go would break the world around him.