Shivering in the darkness, turning away from the glare of the burning ships, he thought back.
Back to a time before madness.
Back to a time when there was light.
A time when he had hope.
He had held her hand too tightly. He began to speak, hesitating as he caught his reflection in her eyes.
He could get lost in those eyes, as deep blue as the sea, and in all the things he saw in them.
Their home together, their children, their future.
He swallowed and smiled at her
"Beloved", he whispered, "I pledge my troth to thee."