From saga novel Gathering Storm by Lynda Williams.
Horth caught Ilse's arm and pulled her to him. He cinched her up against him, heedless of his injured rib, fixed a strong hand at the back of her neck and kissed her.
Ilse was stupefied, acutely aware of the people still filling the seats of the theater. But Horth's need for her was primeval. Her body in his arms was the comfort he desired.
"The end!" Eler cried, in a voice much too shrill for his usually baritone register.
Ilse heard the curtains come down as she struggled to regain her composure.
Ever a man of action, Horth takes comfort in Ilse's embrace after the shock of Eler's re-enactment of the day he killed their parents.