Slyfforic the Strong-ish had suffered the worst fate any man could possibly suffer: a wife who earnestly desired to spend every second of every day together. Thus, when he set off to cleanse the undead scourge that plagued the Hinterland town of Dread Hollow, his new bride-the Pirate Queen-insisted on accompanying him. After all, Slyfforic had not yet granted her a honeymoon, and the Hinterlands were rumored to be especially picturesque during autumn’s early throes.
Slyfforic’s attempts to dissuade her fell on deaf ears.
“If we are going to our death,” she declared archly, “at least we will die together.”
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I was on-board the moment I read the sobriquet “the Strong-ish.” 😆
Oh dear! Dying from love!