Rise Of the Silver Luna Queen
It is amazing how something so small and delicate can grow inside the woman I love.
"It is very small," Kael said softly, setting it down gently back on the table as if he was afraid he might tear it with his big fingers. "Will it really keep their feet warm?"
"Yes, my love," Lyra smiled, taking his big, cold hand and pressing it against her soft cheek to warm his fingers. "The wool is very soft and thick."
Kael looked down at her sweet face, feeling a deep sense of peace fill his chest. He loved seeing her like this—happy, relaxed, and surrounded by warm things.