Gunnar and Emily sat in the kitchens together. She peeling potatoes, and trying to keep her brown hair out of her face. She kept flipping her head as Gunnar laughed in the background. He got up from his chair and moved to her side, as she chuckled. His gentle hands moved to undo her bun, rewrapping it for her as he pulled back all of her hair.
“Better?” He asked, a curious grin on his face.
“Hmm,” she replied.
“Does he scare you?” She asked, suddenly.
“Who?”
“Bjorn,” Emily said, sarcastically. “Erik, you dumb fool.”
Gunnar laughed, then frowned as he considered her question. “Do you want my honest answer?” He asked.
“Yes.”
“He does scare me. More than I’d like to admit. As a guard it’s my duty to never fall in the face of fear, nor admit that someone or something scares me. But, I’m afraid I don’t meet those requirements, so yes, Prince Erik does scare me a lot.”
Emily paused her potato peeling, unsure if they should continue their serious conversation. She sighed and sat at the table in the middle of the kitchens. “I don’t think I’ve feared a man more than he scares me.”
Gunnar leaned down beside her. He placed his hand on her shoulder and spoke. “I promise with the deepest part of my soul, that I would never let any harm come to you no matter how scared I might be.”
Emily smiled. “How have I been so lucky to have you?” She asked.
“Well one day, I will pay off your debt, and I will buy us a house near the most beautiful lake you’ve ever seen, and we will marry under the biggest tree you could find in the world. And then we will live there for the rest of our lives.” The brown-haired man beamed in the happiest way possible.
Emily leaned into his face, closing her eyes, and pursing her lips. Gunnar obligated and followed her lead. And-
“Oh look at these two love birds!” Einar shouted in the most high-pitched voice he could muster.
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