«My carriage won't leave without an hero».
Fenris saw Kelley's face deepen.
Kelley.
The kind of crazy princess who'd pushed him to take his life back.
Kelley would've never been his, he knew. For once, the Wolf had lost a battle.
Love means wishing the other to be happy, not possessing them.
Fenris saw that, and made his decision.
If it was to make the smile come back on the one he loved's face, he didn't fear death.
Instead, reaching the Valhalla to spend all eternity with his ancestors was what he'd always wanted.
No one would've asked him to, yet he did it.
«Take me».