Pacing. It was something that she seemed to be doing more and more frequently in these past few weeks. Ever since, well ever since the most amazing man had asked her to be his bride. Then of course he had had to leave on an important political outing that she couldn't attend because she would most likely end up killing someone. So now she was pacing, waiting for him to come back to her.
It wasn't as if she couldn't be patient. She could. She had waited in silence for him to ask her for her hand for months! It was just that now that he had asked, she really wanted to get the marriage over with so that she could finally say that she was his wife. They had been side by side for so long that most people who thought of one of them often thought of the other. No one thought of the High King of Skyrim without thinking of his Stormblade, the woman who had risen through the ranks of his army to stand at his side in the Battle for Solitude. She was ready to be more than his Stormblade, she was ready to be his wife.
She didn't want to marry him for the title, or the fame. She had plenty of titles and enough fame to last multiple lifetimes. She didn't need those. What she needed was the ability to openly protect her love and show Skyrim that she would do anything for this man. She needed the freedom to kiss him when she wanted to, no matter who was watching. She needed to be able to love, truly love, without fear of damaging his reputation.
She had loved him for a very long time, and she knew that he had felt the same way, but they couldn't share their love with the world. Not with the war. Not with the possibility that someone could use her as a way to get him to end his rebellion. Not if their love would risk the safety of the men and women who fought under his banner. She had many enemies, and they couldn't afford to let them become his enemies as well, not when he had a rebellion to manage.
Now though, the country was strong enough to withstand the might of the enemies that she had made. Now, they had won the war and people who would think to still use her against him feared her name. Now they were free. All she needed now was for him to come home to her. To come home and take her to the temple. To come home and marry her.