Seeing all of these children appear makes me grateful that I never did have any back home. I was wed, twice, and engaged a third time. Held prisoner is a more accurate term. I was childish in my youth, constantly seeking marriage and wanting to be a princess. I had the opportunity to become one, but my...betrothed was less than pleasant. Perhaps it is a bit dark to say so, but I did not cry when I watched him die that fateful day, and I was more than grateful to my husband at the time for being the gentleman that he was. Funny as it is, the man who the world saw as less than a man because of his height was the best of those who I was married off to.
My last husband I would wish no child would ever have to endure his presence.
Forgive me for being so bold and speaking out in such a manner. I suppose, in these moments, I wish I could have a child. I wish I could see someone from my future, someone who would have a brighter future than the one where I was brought up. It's a silly, childish dream, isn't it?