10/5/2025, 7:03 PM
Cen’s hard face is one of gelid separation. She should say nothing, reminded that she must be whatever he desires her to be. Even a child would know better than to tread this treasonous ice.
Distress turns her face one more. It seemed easier to speak when she could not see into the searching eye.
“Because I will become a wife who has wants. I will be a wife who wants you as mine. A wife who wants you to forfeit to keep me."
How many of her crying wind women would reach for a hearth and marriage and not seize upon these banal wants? Iglux̂ sidesteps then, black eyes fastening.
"Look at me, in honesty, and tell me you would not come to resent me for it. That I would not become your enemy.”
Distress turns her face one more. It seemed easier to speak when she could not see into the searching eye.
“Because I will become a wife who has wants. I will be a wife who wants you as mine. A wife who wants you to forfeit to keep me."
How many of her crying wind women would reach for a hearth and marriage and not seize upon these banal wants? Iglux̂ sidesteps then, black eyes fastening.
"Look at me, in honesty, and tell me you would not come to resent me for it. That I would not become your enemy.”
