mythopoeics

Shit.

RIGHT. Wedding over, everyone happy? Everyone should be fucking happy after that fucking epic.

I remember my wedding day damned well, you know. I've no fucking doubt that there are those men who would pay the world to swap with me and those who likely think I'm some whipped mutt who does his queen's command without question.

I do Helen's command. Of course I do. There's no fucking shame in being consort to a woman like her. I appreciate strong women. I never had a doubt about marrying her. I have an older sister who's one of the strongest women I know. It's no shame.

It's when people get ideas above their station that we have a problem. I know my fucking place. Do you?

Are we doing drawings now? Okay, give me a moment here.





THIS IS CÙ SÌTH.