Chapter 44: Orion's the better Fighter
The hearth's crackling fire filled the vast interior of Brynhild and Lysander's home with a steady warmth, the golden light dancing across the rune-etched beams and stone walls.
Sophia sat on the cushioned stool, her nervous smile lingering in her face.
"What could that be?" Brynhild asked her.
The room, deceptively spacious within its modest stone exterior, exuded a homey charm. The wooden floor, polished smooth and patched with wolf-pelt rugs, creaked softly under her shifting weight. Shelves along the walls held jars of salves and scrolls, Lysander's healing touch evident, while the oak table bore a steaming kettle and a basket of bread, its aroma blending with the herbal scents. In the corner, a small crib of dark wood, carved with protective runes, stood beside a narrow bed piled with furs and woven blankets in earthy tones, a quiet promise of the baby to come.
