A
small redheaded servant girl was listening in the corner. She ran to Princess Aleese.
“Princess,
may I speak with you of a personal matter?”
“Of
course, Glenna, what’s the matter?”
“Princess,
are you… married?”
“No,
Glenna,” Aleese sighed. “I would rather
slit my own throat with a dull knife than to marry one of these disgusting unkempt
earthworms you call men around here.
King Aaron has been threatening me to chose or have the choice made for
me. But I refuse. Why?
Has the King asked you to please use your considerable influence with me
to sway my choice of a mate to the one who promised him the most money?”
“No,
My Lady, I would never do that, although the King does not ask. The king demands, he screams, he tortures,
then commences cutting off body parts.
But luckily for me, the King doesn’t know I exist. But, I have to tell you something very, very
important. A man was here earlier today,
claiming to be your husband. The guards
laughed at him, beat him, kicked him, and threw him out into the rocks.”
“No,
dear Glenna, I have no husband. I HAD a
husband, oh, a wonderful one, a kind, sweet, gentle, handsome one, but… he is
dead now. He was killed in battle on
Nord, a battle against the Bishopites.
He led the charge, and amazingly, he was the only one killed. He always told me he wasn’t a brave man. And I have wished with all my heart for the
last two long, cold, lonely years that he wasn’t brave. Maybe if he were not so brave, maybe he would
still be alive, and he would be with me today.
But he was brave, and he did die.
And when he died, all that was good and kind, happy and sweet within me
died with him, and now I am this wild, nasty, mean, shriveled-up shrew-bitch of
a woman you see here today. Moral of
this story, pretty young thing: Do not
love, and never, ever love unconditionally.
That kind of love breaks your heart and shreds your soul. Love is a knife to your chest. Love is a kick in the gut. Love is never-ending heartbreak. Love is heartache that you never
outgrow. My sweet Drew is dead, but my
pain lives on."
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