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“The frame of marriage that crystalized in my life is of adultery.”

It shed light on his behaviour at her interacting with other men.

Their eyes met, his laid bare to her, in their depths the struggle to overcome his past and the consequences of it.

No other action available. She walked to him, sat on his thigh and collected him in her arms. She possessed no way of changing his story or how it marked him. But she could offer comfort. His head came to her robe-covered bosom, his strong biceps around her, feminine head on his. A long time passed thus.

His breathing normalized, his taut body relaxed a tad. “You spoiled me for any other men, Taran.” She confessed.

Coal head shot up, two pairs of eyes merged. “Is that so?”

His lady nodded. “The possibility of any of them touching me is disgusting.”

For the first time in days, she saw a faint smile on his havoc-wrecking lips. “You did the same, buidseach.”

“I had better have.” She replied bluntly. “Imagining you with another woman churns my stomach.”

“Same here.” He complemented.

Next she knew, their mouths fused in a kiss full of longing and desire.

They never let go in the night.

~.~.~

Far into the midnight hour, they lay among rumpled sheets, the moon presiding over them, as the fire died in the fireplace. Her head on his shoulder, his arm around her, hers across his large chest.

Taran found peace at last.

“You need not apologise to both clans, you know.” She emitted, as her hand caressed the hair peppered expanse.

His head turned to her. “I do.”

“People might be hard on you.” She insisted.

He shook his head recalcitrant. “I will not condemn you to a renewed clan rivalry.”

It was her turn to lift her head to him. “My brothers would not comply.”

“Maybe.” He conceded. “But chieftains have a mind of their own.”

“I— “ She ventured.

“I will not change my decision on that, Aileen.” Firm and adamant.

“I do not need your protection, you pig-headed giant.” She nearly blustered.

Why altercate with her? He would protect her, end of, he determined.

“Giant, am I?” He answered instead, pinning her to the mattress.

When he showed her what else might be deserving of the adjective, she moaned. “Oh, that giant I like.”

They spent no more time with words.

~.~.~

“Right.” Taran said, checking the list. ?

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