The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

Thirty-Seven: The Wedding Night

“Are you serious?” Lothar asked in a low voice. His words overcame the noise and reached Ashe’s ears.

“Do you think I’m joking?” Ashe looked at Lothar, holding her silver hair disturbed by the wind with one hand, “Or, do you hope I’m just joking?”

“Well…” Lothar lowered his eyes, “I definitely hope to monopolize you… But your speech is still a bit…”

“Immature and unrealistic.” Ashe took Lothar’s hand and stuck it to her face, “Do you still remember what Sejuani taught us?”

“The strong should do what is impossible.” The two said in unison.

“But I’m not considered a strong person.” Lothar said.

“You are a strong man.” Ashe was very sure, “You are the strongest man I have ever seen.”

Lothar didn’t know what to say for a moment, he could only stare blankly at the girl.

“What are you still doing?” Ashe hugged Lothar, and her face stopped only an inch away from his face. “Let’s skip the nasty oath link first. Now, you should take action.”

Lothar sighed slightly, he knew what Ashe meant.

He closed his eyes, and pressed his lips heavily on Ashe’s.

The quarrel in the audience is not over yet. There are very few people in the entire Avarosa tribe praying for them at this moment, and everyone is caught in the debate about whether the war mother should only have one blood alliance.

But even if no one blessed them, Lothar and Ashe kissed very seriously, more focused than ever before.

Olaf was not involved in the quarrel, he drank and ate meat by himself, very happy.

“Lothar is really a bitch.” Olaf laughed loudly.

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Late at night, the banquet was over, and the Avarosa people rushed back to their respective residences before the late night snowstorm came., Frost Harbor is really colder than many coastal areas.

Lothar and Ashe walked into their tent hand in hand.

“Is it cold?” Ashe lit the oil lamp and asked, “Shall I make you some hot soup?”

Lothar shivered a few times: “No, I’ll just get into the quilt and lie down for a while.”

With that said, Lothar let go of Ashe’s hand and lay down on the bed.

Ashe sat beside Lothar, gently stroking his forehead: “We are now a real husband and wife.”

“However, it seems that the entire clan is not very satisfied with your decision.” Lothar said, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Hmm…” Ashe put the True Ice Longbow aside, “I don’t like having too many people in my tent, I’m a battle mother, if there are too many blood alliances, they might fight for power , I can’t stand it, you are enough.”

“But I’m disabled.” Lothar said earnestly, “I can indeed do many things, but fighting definitely doesn’t include them. I’m really weak. After my hand is broken, I may even fight girls a few years younger than me.” but.”

“I don’t like it when you say that you are disabled. You are my husband, the best man in the Freljord.” Ash said softly, “Or do you think I am a woman who needs protection?”

“I didn’t think so…”

“Time will convince them to accept my idea. In fact, they are more concerned about the issue of offspring. As long as I give birth to a healthy daughter, those voices asking me to find more blood alliances will fade away.”

Lothar raised his eyebrows slightly.

Ashe moved her body closer to Lothar: “So…do you have the confidence to give me a daughter?”

Lothar felt stagnant for breathing, and by the light of the oil lamp, Lothar could clearly see every detail of Ashe’s face. She was so close to him that Lothar could feel her breath, her body temperature, and the incredible softness and slenderness of her body.

“Your question…is really difficult for me.” Lothar turned sideways, facing Ashe, the distance between them was no more than a finger’s width.

“You just need to answer yes or no.” Ashe slowly wrapped her hands around Lothar’s waist, “Are you confident?”

Lothar looked at Ashe’s neck. Under the smooth and white neck was a well-defined clavicle, and further down was the full and upright breasts, as well as the deep gully.

Ashe’s forearm was wrapped around Lothar’s body. Lothar enjoyed the strange itching, and said with a wry smile, “Isn’t the role of a womanizer supposed to belong to me? Why are you so active today?”

Ashe bit her lower lip. Under the squeeze of her white teeth, her pale pink lips twisted into a plump shape and a seductive arc: “Do you still remember that you promised Olaf that you would find him a match?”

Lothar’s expression froze.

“You have always refused to tell me who that guy is. I have a hunch…” Ashe took a deep breath, “You are probably going to find a very dangerous, very dangerous person… Maybe not even a human…”

Lothar didn’t speak.

“You always do those dangerous things for me, that’s why I want to make a vow with you as soon as possible. I hope that marriage and children will make you take yourself a little more seriously.” Ashe stared into those black eyes, “I can’t lose you, Lothar. I don’t want you to take risks for me like my mother. If I can, I don’t want the treasure of Avarosa, and I don’t want the Lockfarers to follow me. I just want me I can protect the people I love, my people, my family, and you. So, please, give me a child, and then, stay with me forever.”

Lothar saw it, and Ashe’s tears rolled down her cheeks. This was the first time Lothar saw Ashe crying since Glenna’s death.

“By the way, and the day I almost died, she seemed to be crying too, but unfortunately I didn’t see it.” Lothar thought silently, embracing Ashe with his left arm, and stroking her back.

“The Avarosa you want to build is very difficult to achieve. It needs to be guarded by a very powerful force. It can’t be done with just a bow. Without enough power, the Frost Guard, other tribes, and even the trolls in the mountains will not be able to do it. He will easily let us go.” Lothar said in a low voice, “Olaf is an opportunity to subdue Locke, we must keep him.”

Ashe trembled, but buried her head in Lothar’s chest, tears soaked Lothar’s clothes.

“However, please believe me, Ashe.” Lothar lowered his head and kissed Ashe’s head, “I will not die easily. I have such a perfect wife, she is a war mother, and she is willing to only have me as a blood alliance , Not every man can enjoy such a happy thing.”

“But I’m really scared… I’m afraid that you will be like my mother…”

“Don’t be afraid, I have confidence.”

“Ok”

“I have the confidence to give you a daughter, not just one. I think I can give you many, many daughters.” Lothar turned over and pressed Ashe under him, “I am also confident that I will never die, trust me.”

Lotha tore off Ashe’s clothes. Ashe screamed, but she didn’t stop Lotha’s movement until a part of Lotha entered her body, and there was no gap between the two of them.

“Ah!” With Ashe’s gasp, the real wedding night kicked off.

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Move, move, to hold your lover’s lips.

In the freezing cold, she was no match for her warm breasts.

The expectation of life is also Anivia’s tribute.

A new child is born in a holy womb.

Move, move,To put your lover’s lips in your mouth.

——Excerpt from the traditional folk songs of the Freljord, published in the article “The Fertility Cult of the Snow Country”