He did not understand that she didn't have a choice, that women from their world did not have choices unless they were Mormonts. They were Lady Hornwood, forced to marry the Bastard of Bolton who locked her in a tower, and starved her so she ate her own fingers. She had made the one choice she had, and it was for herself, for Winterfell-- she was not thinking of what had happened, but instead thinking of what her life was now.
"I can be his wife, or he can be dead - he is unwilling to allow our marriage to continue in a grey area until it can be annulled. I have made the choice, Klaus, and when I find a priest who can set it right, I will be free. I will be the Lady of Winterfell no matter what the crown says."
And she would take it with both hands, and not let it go. "Go, then. If you kill him-" She paused. "If you find a way to kill him, bring me his head, so I know he will not haunt me in the night." Her voice was odd as she said it, and she moved, back to her work, moving past him to open drawers, her delicate fingers shaking as she went through the various baubles and jewelry she had collected, much of it spirited away and never worn.
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Date: 2012-06-18 08:57 pm (UTC)From:"I can be his wife, or he can be dead - he is unwilling to allow our marriage to continue in a grey area until it can be annulled. I have made the choice, Klaus, and when I find a priest who can set it right, I will be free. I will be the Lady of Winterfell no matter what the crown says."
And she would take it with both hands, and not let it go. "Go, then. If you kill him-" She paused. "If you find a way to kill him, bring me his head, so I know he will not haunt me in the night." Her voice was odd as she said it, and she moved, back to her work, moving past him to open drawers, her delicate fingers shaking as she went through the various baubles and jewelry she had collected, much of it spirited away and never worn.