Erik’s POV

After the feast, bellies full and warm with mead, I would say it went well. Poppy seemed thrilled to meet my people and they seemed excited to meet my wife. The woman who stole me away from my bachelor life.

While my people respected the marital bond, especially since Poppy wore my armband as well as the braid I knotted through her fiery red locks, it was hard to miss the seething glares from some or several of my past flings.

I noticed how her ...