Chapter 129: Epilogue
Kristof looked around in vain for his husband of three hours, but try as he might, Håkon was nowhere to be found. Where in the world had he gone?
Just as he was about to give up and ask for help, though it pained him to admit he'd already lost his husband, the faint tugging of the ring captured his attention. Though he'd been wearing it for some time now, from the moment Håkon had returned it to him on the ship, still he was getting used to itespecially now that Håkon wore its mate, binding them together. Kristof had never experienced anything like it.
After a couple of turns, it became clear where he was being lead, and he chuckled softly as he made his way quickly to his chambers. He nodded to the guards in the hallway. "Did a piskie come this way?"
"Yes, Your Highness."