“For the good of the Realm.”
That’s what they always say.
Then, it’s expected that the person they claim to love will stay there holding court for them, supporting them while they go off and breed with some demoiselle of “proper ancestry.”
Well…
No.
“For the good of the Realm” be damned.
I shall not dither about waiting for the one I have loved with all of my heart to cherish me as much as I cherish him.
Being handed off – traded – for younger skin and womb that has not borne children is the greatest insult ever to a Woman.
(It needed more venom; more anger; more assertion)
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