His New Wife

༺ ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕨𝕠 ༻

"I want you to marry me, Mona Johansen."

    Mona's eyes are wide in utter disbelief. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" She asks, sitting up and searching Tord's face for any sort of amusement or mischief. Unfortunately for her, he was dead serious. "I'm almost thirty, min kjæreste. I need a wife. An heir. A family." Tord takes Mona's petite hands into his calloused ones. "I know we only just met and under some...odd circumstances," Mona frowns and Tord quickly continues. "But I mean every word I say when I tell you that if you marry me, you will be treated like a princess. Whatever you could want, it'll be yours. Clothes, jewelry, animals, anything." Mona simply turns her head, gently trying to pry her hands from Tord's. "Flattering, but this doesn't help me or my current situation with my mama and brothers." Silence fills the air before Tord speaks: "If you marry me, your late father's debt will be forgiven and I will give your mother and brothers a hefty monthly allowance." Mona perks up, now looking Tord in the eyes. That caught her attention. She stares at the leader for a moment before deciding to speak. "You...You mean that...?" Tord nods, still holding Mona's hands. Mona looks down at their hands, now gaining a look of determination. "Prove it." "Huh?" Mona stands, pulling her hands away from the leader's. "Prove it! Prove to me that you are a man of your word!" Tord stands as well, eyes desperate. "I'll do anything, min kjære! Anything to have you as my wife!" Mona takes a step back, eyebrows knit together. "Why do you want to marry me so bad anyway?! You don't even know me!" "Your favorite hobby is sewing. You picked it up when your mother's hands got too shaky to thread the needle to fix your brothers' clothes." Mona jolts in surprise. "Hang on, I—" "Before your father died, you and your mother would garden and plant flowers. Your favorites were the marigolds." "Tord please—" "When you were still in secondary school, you—" Mona claps her hands over Tord's mouth, face red. "I...I get it...you know more about me than I anticipated..." She moves back, revealing Tord's grin. Mona quickly looks away, crossing her arms. "...But you better keep your promise. About my mama and brothers..." She looks back to her future husband, who has a genuine smile on his face. "I swear on my life, min kjære. Now come, let's go to bed."

   Morning came quickly, the sun shining in Mona's eyes. She whines, squirming and rolling over. Something firm was pressing against her. She opens her eyes and blushes deep. She was currently cuddling into Tord's bare chest. She squeaks and scoots away, alerting her fiancé. Tord opens his eyes, looking down at Mona. He smiles at her. "Good morning, Mona...how did you sleep?" She sits up quickly, trying to dust off the blush on her cheeks. "Fine. I slept fine." She replies curtly, but Tord keeps his smile. "That's good. I was thinking about going back to Lillehammer today. You didn't have a chance to grab any of your things...and I'm sure your mother would like to know you're okay." Mona purses her lips, then nods. "Yes...she would." Tord nods as well, getting out of bed. "It's a plan then. I'll let Patryk and Paul know once we've dressed and we'll take our leave." Tord gathers his uniform and enters the bathroom, giving Mona privacy. Since she didn't have anything else except the clothes she was taken in, she simply changes back into them before tying her hair into a ponytail. Tord soon exits the bathroom, looking as fierce as he did the day before. "Are you ready, min kjære?" Mona nods and follows Tord out as he radios his right hand men.

    "Good morning Red Leader! Mona! Did you two sleep well?" Patryk chirps, nearly dragging an exhausted looking Paul behind him. "Yes we did...thank you Patryk." She peeks over the taller male's shoulder. "Um...are you okay, Paul?" "He's just not a morning person, don't worry about him." Patryk hums and Tord sighs. "Right. Well, I need you two anyways. We're going back to Lillehammer for a short while." The two men perk up, looking to their leader. "What for?" Paul questions and Tord lights a cigar, motioning for the trio to follow him. "We're going back to let Mona pack. And to let her mother know her daughter is safe with us." The two salute and run ahead to get the car ready. Tord steps a bit closer to Mona, pursing his lips. She notices this, looking up at him before sighing. "Just do what you want to do." Tord shuffles nervously. "I just don't want to make you uncomfortable..." "It's okay. Go ahead." Tord hesitates, then wraps his arm around Mona's waist carefully. A blush creeps along her cheeks as Tord leads her along to the car.