Perhaps love is a minor madness. // from Penjani!
john cleared his throat softly. " yes... i suppose one must be little mad for it, eh?? " the concept of love was not one that jonathan had quite preoccupied himself with before, or thought was really available for him. he had been serving and fighting for his king and country for so long now, since his father was killed when he was only barely a man, that he had assumed that the only path he had was to die on the battlefield eventually. a warriors death like his father's. people had always asked him how long he would stay a bachelor, seeing as it was on his shoulders more-so than his brothers to carry on his family name, but john had always seen it a shame to drag some poor woman into his life, unsure he would be a good husband. but now, since he had been made a match and not much choice in the matter, he at least wanted to do right by penjani. everything john put his mind to, he could manage, but this all felt so different. why was he finding it difficult to speak suddenly?? he swallowed and looked down at her, admiring her features. she was one of the most beautiful women he was sure he'd ever laid eyes on. " at least... poets have a way of making it seem so... "