His hands are rough and allowed, the hands of a man whose known work and pain. Like the rest of him that was hidden by his long sleeved tunic and pants his hands has small cuts from blades. The cuts vanished under his sleeves.

He finally smiled a bit, it did wonders to light up his face. He was far to pretty for his own good. He would be a good ruler with his kind heart. The same one that lead him to move his free hand to her cheek. "Show me." That shyness still in his tone, but he was a Norse warrior, he didn't know fear. He didn't want to waste her time, but he wanted to make a good memory and learn. After all he would be married off sooner or later. He should learn now. "Thank you for helping me." He spoke before finally leaning in for a kiss.