[ Plainly serious, she doesn't so much as blink when he chokes. ]
Married, Byerly. Joined in body and soul, for this life and the next.
[ She reaches across, to take up the cup of wine that is becoming something of a comfort to her aches and pains, something she would have to watch in the days after her wounds are healed - but for now, she takes a small mouthful.
She carries on, then, like he hadn't just overturned everything in his shock, or like he was being willfully obtuse. ]
I believe the terms for such on Barrayar are different. I am, of course, happy to adhere to the customs here. As I do not think we could find a brahmin to match your stars to mine.
[ He swallows against a mouth gone suddenly dry. Then he forces a laugh, saying - ]
Well. I've been propositioned many a time, but I've never been proposed to.
[ And why does this sound so much more indecent than...oh, a threesome? Or a foursome, or an orgy? He feels like putting his head between his knees, like that'll make the spins go away. ]
[ He looks... like she had just killed a family member in front of her. She blinks again, mild as she could be - it was marriage and he was a Lord.
She was neither nor young, nor a pretty woman, she supposed. Perhaps that was it... and if there was love between them, it was not of the sweeter kind. It was gritted like something hard between the teeth. Latched onto and held. ]
Many reasons, I have spent a great deal of time thinking on this - [ of course she did, like she measured the pieces in front of her. ] - and I concluded we would do each other best in this matter.
I have some matter of prestige here, but I am a woman who cannot be accepted without some concessions on my behalf to the expectations of these... men. [ To her credit, her disgust over the matter is mild. ] You are a spy who is a distant son to a far greater house. If I have understood all that I have been told and all that you have told me: one with something of a reputation. I lend you a certain amount of... my own reputation.
[ Her reputation. Yes. Her bloody reputation. He's struck with the image of himself cowering behind her as she brandishes a sword at some brigands. He'd have to bend down quite far to conceal himself behind her frame. But, well, she does seem to have more of a facility with bloodiness than he does. Maybe she can keep him from getting murdered in this brutal time.
Good god.
As for the reverse - ]
I should protest that - marriage to a dissolute coward will do you no favors, I fancy. None of the men will take you seriously. I can prepare a list of more suitable candidates...
[ Her eyebrow raises. ] And when these candidates want an heir off me? How much will that fuel the new to be Mad Emperor's paranoia that I respected a man of your peerage is siring his heirs off of a foreign Queen?
[ She leans forward then, much as it hurts, but she will look at him and the whole of him. Nor let him look away, either. ] Queen I am, Byerly, one who is honoured by her own people in a way he never will be. Because I am not afraid to put my own blood into the dirt beside my men, whether that is in battle or in tilling a field. I know I am a better ruler than he will be. How do you think that will help his fear when I am a position to have that known?
[ Because she is unable to be other than what she is, do what drives her - the want of a better world. ]
What do you think will become of me if I am given to a respectable gentleman? [ And that, too, its own fear, she draws in a breath, and for that, her eyes lower back to the board, leaned back again with a pained wince. ]
[ It's...a very valid point. By rubs at his mouth uncertainly, brows drawn down. And she's right that a married woman can move more easily in society than an unmarried woman. Marriage shelters her from certain suspicions, certain allegations of indecency...It's safety for her, in its way. But -
I am not young, and you are not a fool. How many of your countrymen would let a woman still wear her blades - dress as I want, act as I want? I don't care if they do not take me seriously, I have had enough of being bound for one life.
[ She swallows down hard, oh she is familiar, so very familiar with how men looked at her. That sits ugly in her mouth, but it gives her what she needs, to go on. ]
I can think of no other man that I would... trust that with, and once I am given, I am wholly given Byerly. You must know that of me by now.
[ She starts to laugh - ow, ow, ow. Shaking her head, and it isn't something she should laugh at, but at least he knows that about her. ]
Naturally, once it became bad enough. I would true enough. [ Then she waves him off, shaking her head as she quiets. ] But that would certainly serve me well, wouldn't? Marry a prominent man, then kill him because a wife would not listen to her husband about what this land as a whole considers decent.
[ And that there is there difference. She goes hard, direct. Perhaps this is why she lost her wars, lost her kingdom. Her jaw sets and rolls against itself. ]
I would never. If a man dishonoured men, he will be killed for it, and all shall know why it has happened. I do not use poison to do my work.
Because I do not use poison. I make my grieves known as plain as any man. [ She sighs, deeper - not so much at Byerly. But at this - all of this. She thought her life done with this but... ]
... So is that to be my choice? Go through husbands, killing them when they dishonour me, treat me poorly until I find one that will treat me as I deserve? How do you suppose that will serve me?
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Married, Byerly. Joined in body and soul, for this life and the next.
[ She reaches across, to take up the cup of wine that is becoming something of a comfort to her aches and pains, something she would have to watch in the days after her wounds are healed - but for now, she takes a small mouthful.
She carries on, then, like he hadn't just overturned everything in his shock, or like he was being willfully obtuse. ]
I believe the terms for such on Barrayar are different. I am, of course, happy to adhere to the customs here. As I do not think we could find a brahmin to match your stars to mine.
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[ He swallows against a mouth gone suddenly dry. Then he forces a laugh, saying - ]
Well. I've been propositioned many a time, but I've never been proposed to.
[ And why does this sound so much more indecent than...oh, a threesome? Or a foursome, or an orgy? He feels like putting his head between his knees, like that'll make the spins go away. ]
Pray tell, ma reine, why should we be married?
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She was neither nor young, nor a pretty woman, she supposed. Perhaps that was it... and if there was love between them, it was not of the sweeter kind. It was gritted like something hard between the teeth. Latched onto and held. ]
Many reasons, I have spent a great deal of time thinking on this - [ of course she did, like she measured the pieces in front of her. ] - and I concluded we would do each other best in this matter.
I have some matter of prestige here, but I am a woman who cannot be accepted without some concessions on my behalf to the expectations of these... men. [ To her credit, her disgust over the matter is mild. ] You are a spy who is a distant son to a far greater house. If I have understood all that I have been told and all that you have told me: one with something of a reputation. I lend you a certain amount of... my own reputation.
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Good god.
As for the reverse - ]
I should protest that - marriage to a dissolute coward will do you no favors, I fancy. None of the men will take you seriously. I can prepare a list of more suitable candidates...
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[ She leans forward then, much as it hurts, but she will look at him and the whole of him. Nor let him look away, either. ] Queen I am, Byerly, one who is honoured by her own people in a way he never will be. Because I am not afraid to put my own blood into the dirt beside my men, whether that is in battle or in tilling a field. I know I am a better ruler than he will be. How do you think that will help his fear when I am a position to have that known?
[ Because she is unable to be other than what she is, do what drives her - the want of a better world. ]
What do you think will become of me if I am given to a respectable gentleman? [ And that, too, its own fear, she draws in a breath, and for that, her eyes lower back to the board, leaned back again with a pained wince. ]
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Good god. ]
So - a useful fiction, then.
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[ Her eyes stay down. ]
I am not young, and you are not a fool. How many of your countrymen would let a woman still wear her blades - dress as I want, act as I want? I don't care if they do not take me seriously, I have had enough of being bound for one life.
[ She swallows down hard, oh she is familiar, so very familiar with how men looked at her. That sits ugly in her mouth, but it gives her what she needs, to go on. ]
I can think of no other man that I would... trust that with, and once I am given, I am wholly given Byerly. You must know that of me by now.
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You'd listen if a man ordered you to dress differently? You wouldn't just run him through?
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Naturally, once it became bad enough. I would true enough. [ Then she waves him off, shaking her head as she quiets. ] But that would certainly serve me well, wouldn't? Marry a prominent man, then kill him because a wife would not listen to her husband about what this land as a whole considers decent.
How do you think that would pass here?
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[ He gives a little sigh. ]
Poison. Not being obvious and lopping his head off.
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I would never. If a man dishonoured men, he will be killed for it, and all shall know why it has happened. I do not use poison to do my work.
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Why? What difference does it make to him?
I think I fucked up that last tag but I am not sure where laughs
... So is that to be my choice? Go through husbands, killing them when they dishonour me, treat me poorly until I find one that will treat me as I deserve? How do you suppose that will serve me?