❛ WHY WOULDN’T HE? because i’m not rich as the mormounts or denys? because i have no name of great importance? do you think that the king would mind, truly, if you wed me? would he not be glad to have an advantage over you, to see you bound to someone of lesser power? perhaps the problem lies within your heart rather than with your brother. ❜
❛ BECAUSE HE DOES NOT WISH MY HAPPINESS. ❜ for once it was not a matter of title nor birthright, but a matter of brotherly war. rivalry so rarely matched. ardor matters so little for nobles, and so, so valentin would be reminded as soon as teals set on the lady’s petite frame. ❛ WHY DO YOU THINK MY DAUGHTER IS NOT LEGITIMATE, dear cymbeline? why do you think he married her off to some old man in the north? not because she wasn’t rich enough, oh, she as good as a princess, but because he could not stand the thought of me being happy, content, having an heir, before him. ❜ so she becomes the forbidden fruit, poison to his mouth. he’s a strange being, always aching for what will never be his. chest falls heavily, a finger brushing the lower curve of her mouth. ❛ MY HEART KNOWS WHAT IT WILLS, my brain is what drives me from your arms, milady. i don’t wish for you to be taken away from me as well. ❜