HARALD POV
I apologize in advance if some of y'all didn't like seeing Harald's POV, I am really sorry.
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Freya and I sat in the plush interior of the carriage, the rhythmic clip-clop of the horses' hooves echoed through the cool evening air. The small transparent bags held the soft light of all the lanterns that lined the way down, each one providing a soft glow of light on my wife's face, that brought the features to life a soft ethereal glow. She stared at me, excitement and fear mixed together, as her hand shot out toward me in a bonding movement.
Anyone checked out my other book yet?