There was holly pinned to his shirt and ivy draped over her skirt. Some of the bright red berries broke free when he moved forward. He caught them, then clasped her hand as the vows were called.
He should have never agreed to this. She was not safe. But it was too late now. She was his. Willing and lovely and exactly who he needed.
She would most certainly be the death of him.
Last week, I discussed some of the reasons why Vikings came to Norfolk and what remained of their influence. Kitty-Lydia Dye: The Vikings and Norfolk (kittylydiadye.blogspot.com) This time, I wanted to write about something which is one of my favourite topics – folklore!