Marian Hawke attracts a curious type of fortune. (justoneweek) wrote in valarlogs,
Marian was no blushing virgin. Far from it; she wasn't just a lover she was approaching harolt territory if you asked Bethy. But at that moment she felt naked and embarrassed, as if seventeen and inexperienced once again. How did he manage it?
"Well," she finally managed, cheeks red, "Everyone but Carver." Retreating to humor. Now that was comfortable territory.