"You're thinking too much," He murmurs, voice warm, beside his ear, "For one thing, I don't need seducing, I'm already yours. For another..."
He considers her now in a more clinical light, propping his chin on her shoulder. Cassandra is not... She's no soft blossom, nor is she the kind of delicate-skinned creature who prefers lace to leather, or silk over steel-- except, perhaps, in private.
But that is her strength.
"Think of it this way. You're not pretty. But prettiness isn't everything about beauty-- it's not even the main part. Some people prefer songbirds, but I'm not the kind of man who stands in court, and I prefer hunting hawks. I find you beautiful in your strength, in the strength of your appearance, not in spite of it. After all, the Maker meant me to fall in love with the woman who could slay dragons while carrying a book of romantic poetry in her pocket. You are so stunning; I never had a chance."
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He considers her now in a more clinical light, propping his chin on her shoulder. Cassandra is not... She's no soft blossom, nor is she the kind of delicate-skinned creature who prefers lace to leather, or silk over steel-- except, perhaps, in private.
But that is her strength.
"Think of it this way. You're not pretty. But prettiness isn't everything about beauty-- it's not even the main part. Some people prefer songbirds, but I'm not the kind of man who stands in court, and I prefer hunting hawks. I find you beautiful in your strength, in the strength of your appearance, not in spite of it. After all, the Maker meant me to fall in love with the woman who could slay dragons while carrying a book of romantic poetry in her pocket. You are so stunning; I never had a chance."