Desert Rose
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feredarStory: Desert Rose
Year: 963 FY
Characters: Ineku
I am not as other women, and I will not love you as other women love their husbands. But I will never lie to you, and I will understand your value, unclouded by sentiment, and I will honor that.
Ineku set the letter down and stared out the window, at the vast desert outside. It was like her, wild and powerful and unforgiving. And maybe that was why he loved her--and oh, yes, he loved her, despite everything. He loved her, as he loved his home, harsh and beautiful and deadly and powerful and unforgiving and full of wonder.
He took a moment to consider, out of respect for his family, and for her. She clearly wanted him to enter this marriage--if he did--with his eyes open. He loved her, yes, but that might not be enough.
Ambition played into it, too, he had to admit. Marrying into the royal line was hardly a consolation prize. He would have access there, to research and better training than his border province provided. And children...
He knew her, as he knew the desert, and he knew how hard she would be on the children he knew she wanted. Like she said of him, she would value them--they would be her most valuable possessions.
But he...he would love his children. The more so because they were hers.
Ineku closed his eyes and remembered Telari, his youthful love, pure and sweet and innocent and unclouded--to borrow her phrase--but ambition or politics or hardness. He thought through, as carefully and thoroughly as he could, what his life would be in a marriage like that.
To tell the truth, as much as he had loved Telari--and as much as a part of him still did...she paled in comparison.
There was no one, no life, that he wanted apart from being in Kesshare's shadow. Harsh and unforgiving, deadly and beautiful and powerful...
And full of wonder.
Year: 963 FY
Characters: Ineku
I am not as other women, and I will not love you as other women love their husbands. But I will never lie to you, and I will understand your value, unclouded by sentiment, and I will honor that.
Ineku set the letter down and stared out the window, at the vast desert outside. It was like her, wild and powerful and unforgiving. And maybe that was why he loved her--and oh, yes, he loved her, despite everything. He loved her, as he loved his home, harsh and beautiful and deadly and powerful and unforgiving and full of wonder.
He took a moment to consider, out of respect for his family, and for her. She clearly wanted him to enter this marriage--if he did--with his eyes open. He loved her, yes, but that might not be enough.
Ambition played into it, too, he had to admit. Marrying into the royal line was hardly a consolation prize. He would have access there, to research and better training than his border province provided. And children...
He knew her, as he knew the desert, and he knew how hard she would be on the children he knew she wanted. Like she said of him, she would value them--they would be her most valuable possessions.
But he...he would love his children. The more so because they were hers.
Ineku closed his eyes and remembered Telari, his youthful love, pure and sweet and innocent and unclouded--to borrow her phrase--but ambition or politics or hardness. He thought through, as carefully and thoroughly as he could, what his life would be in a marriage like that.
To tell the truth, as much as he had loved Telari--and as much as a part of him still did...she paled in comparison.
There was no one, no life, that he wanted apart from being in Kesshare's shadow. Harsh and unforgiving, deadly and beautiful and powerful...
And full of wonder.