Re: Third floor; Bed
"My beloved and I?" she asked, and she shook her head almost instantly, strawberry red bleeding against the white of the sheets. "No, we are not, though I belong to my beloved in all things." There was a lack of love in the statement, and it felt wrong for her to feel that way, but she chased it away within seconds and turned her face to look on him. "I told you. I want to be loved, accepted, to fight no battles and await no feuds. I recall the reason for the feud, but I do not think we should be fighting." She reached out calloused fingers and touched a lock of hair that tumbled across his forehead. "I do not think this is the time for peace, though, however I might want it. The present, like the past, cannot be rewritten by maidens in towers."