Spare me your judgement, Spare me your dreams
Logan had dreamed of a gallant man that would come to claim her. She'd envisioned lavish feasts and well constructed words to share their love, holding one another beneath the swollen night sky, brimming with bright stars to cast a cool light upon their bodies. The Maiden had dreamed of the night that her fantasy suitor would come to ask for her hand, would pledge his undying love for her and her heart alone. To get dreams up over something so jubilant and beautiful had been so naive of her, to think that she would actually be destined for true love as she'd read in the stories from the books she'd gotten from market. Logan was not a princess, nor was she of royalty. She was merely a farmer's daughter, well off only because of the large plot of land that her father had come to inherent from his father before him. The King had set his eyes upon that plot for so long, it was only so long until he'd derived a scheme to get control so that he might have that land to distant those uprisings from his land.
She had been surprised that the Duke of Suffolk had been the poor soul that had to ask of her hand, no doubt bribed by the King himself. There had been no courting, only offers made for the sake of her hand and the control over the land. Giving the necessary medicines and doctors for her father who'd come to fall ill, Logan had regretfully accepted Charles Brandon's hand and agreed to become his wife. What a miserable affair she had found herself in, but there was no way that she could deny him now. Her father needed care and the farm needed hands and if signing herself away to the whore of Suffolk remedied that, then she would do so.
The ceremony itself had been a grand affair, held by the King himself and there were many to celebrate the matrimony. Logan did her best to feign smiles and confessions of love for the Duke, but in the inside she was tearing herself to absolute pieces. So it was when the wedding has passed and that her and her newly declared husband had arrived at the manor, that she let slip her act. She let him follow in behind her, shutting the door as she immediately turned to him. "I want you to realize that I did not accept your hand for the sake of your loins or my need for you to ravish me. I want nothing of your touch, becoming your wife was for the sake of my father and my Kingdom. You carry on whatever debauchery you have made of your life and leave me from it, Your Grace."