"Words don't bind me to him, not in loyalty or regard. Whatever a Septon might say, he is not my husband."
Her husband was dead, waiting for her in the afterlife...if there was such a thing. So long as she had breath, she would remain true to him in thought and body. Death was a sweeter alternative than bedding Martyn or showing him the same respect and love she had given Robb. This wedding had not been her choice, she would at least keep something for herself, a piece of her no one else could touch.
"He won't harm you. He would have to have some measure of strength in him. He prefers to bow to the pressure of those who are more forceful than him." He had nothing, instead being a spineless craven.
She shook her head, "If you insist, then I shall tell him my intentions of having a pup for my own. He won't object, not when he wishes to earn my regard." Something he would never have.
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Date: 2017-02-26 01:17 am (UTC)Her husband was dead, waiting for her in the afterlife...if there was such a thing. So long as she had breath, she would remain true to him in thought and body. Death was a sweeter alternative than bedding Martyn or showing him the same respect and love she had given Robb. This wedding had not been her choice, she would at least keep something for herself, a piece of her no one else could touch.
"He won't harm you. He would have to have some measure of strength in him. He prefers to bow to the pressure of those who are more forceful than him." He had nothing, instead being a spineless craven.
She shook her head, "If you insist, then I shall tell him my intentions of having a pup for my own. He won't object, not when he wishes to earn my regard." Something he would never have.