[ 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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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?