This is our make or break it

Lucky him indeed. She agreed and he let out a breath from his nose. Thankfully she hadn't put up much more of a fight. He would of hated having to fight her physically to get the point across. Physically forcing her would be one of the last things he wanted to do.

She seemed to not mind him holding her, but he gave a glance to her tiny companion. Hopefully it didn't mind sharing her. If it did well it would need to get used to it, after all she seemed to want the idea of him as her husband, for now. Though he knew it would likely change. She would find out he had grown quiet volatile and had no reservations against killing, then she'd want to be rid of him. Judalia had never been a place for violence but he had grown to be violent to protect those he cherished.

He let her go when she sought to move on from the conversation of their betrothal. His eyes went back to the mural he had been looking at when she came in. A hum of thought as she asked his opinion. "Perhaps a temple.... the paintings here depict strange beings though and I'm uncertain..... maybe these ancient beings had a monastery upon this island. It seems large enough and the architecture is grand. I can only imagine their gods being worshiped here.... what do you think?" he turned and started down the wall, eyes never leaving the architecture and murals. He'd seen stairs to lead to floors above but this room had his attention currently.

"Atreyu" || "Azriel"