Chapter 94: Blood Venom, Part 6
Kristof slowly approached the bed, feeling like an interloper though he knew it was foolish to feel so. They were to be married, after all. If anyone belonged at Håkon's side it was he and he was also quite certain that were Håkon awake, he would order Kristof to get out.
Releasing a soft sigh, Kristof reached out, hesitated and started to draw back, then changed his mind again and lightly touched his fingertips to Håkon's cheek. In his limited experience, Håkon's skin was always cooler than was typical, but right then it was little better than snow.
Håkon drew a sharp breath, turned away, and then back into his touch, eyes flickering before settling closed again, mouth twisting with pain. "Njål, where did you " Tears fell from the corner of his eyes, dripping down the sides of his face to be absorbed by his hair or soak into the pillow. "Njål "