THE SECOND SON | UBBE RAGNARSON

Ubbe chuckled softly, the sound a warm melody that reverberated through the stillness of the night. "Is that so?" he replied, his voice tinged with amusement.

With a mischievous smile, Valdis leaned in, pressing a feather-light kiss to Ubbe's lips, her touch tender yet filled with a quiet intensity. "Don't make me a widow."

"You would be free."

"I don't want to be free," she whispered looking into his blue eyes.