"Why men that you recall and not women?" Rune didn't know why he was asking that question. Maybe as a way to defend himself against accepting the possibility that the most beautiful woman he'd ever been put up against wouldn't like him because he was a man. He could accept it being because he was Valhallan over that! Somewhere in his mind a voice piped up that it didn't well matter what he could accept, but Rune had gotten very good over the years at ignoring that voice. Freja likely would've called it his conscience, Synnove the same while Rona said it was what passed for his brains. "I met a few of those the other day with Khala. They kept buying me ale. I imagine most of them are married with children."
Rune sighed heavily, staring down at his clasped hands. He disliked imposing his views on people, truly he did, but in some things he just knew he was right. In this he was certain he was right. "It could be a passing fancy of hers. Or she hasn't met the right man. Or she puts about rumors and airs to dissuade men who are easily dissuaded, waiting for the right one..." Rune was aware he was grasping at straws, but she was beautiful and he was a little hopeless. "I'm sure many come to love each other after marriage. How many marry for love?" Their sister hadn't.