Redsand Canyon 'cause we were misfits

It had been tough. She had imagined as much which is what had brought her along to check on the Matrona. A part of her recognized that the Matrona had to have been complicit in her marriage plans, but it was not something she could find herself holding anger towards. Even her anger towards the Imperator had faded… and then she was speaking of being glad, and Aquene offered a soft smile, almost a little pained. She was not so certain she deserved to be happy, not with the troubles she seemed to bring to her at every turn.
 
She explained much of what the Imperator had told her after her angered feminist rant. “I just do not understand the train of thought. We were together once in a moment of comfort… after that, there was nothing, but our marriage was still demanded.” She admitted. Though truthfully, it would have been more… but the night after Kallik had attacked Glaukos and been sent away on punishment, and then they were both recovering from their wounds that they endured while he was away: her from Dimitri and him from a cougar. Still, she did technically have the fact that it had been one night. “I just do not agree with the logic the Imperator presented. I don’t agree that a chaperone is the best way to court. There are many conversations I’d have with my husband that I would not like anyone else overhearing as a way to get to know one another… it was just frustrating. I don’t see how a title like husband or wife changes anything.” She did not want her to believe that she was angry with either of them still. It had taken time to fizzle and fade out.
 
“It is okay… I do not believe I have suffered. This decision, it was one I made. I could have said no, cut things off. I could have agreed to a chaperone. I was simply not willing to do either and I was not willing to lose him. I would not have made this decision if I did not believe that I could love him wholly and call him my husband... I just wanted to put in my piece and make sure everyone knew that I did not agree with the logic.” She paused for a moment as her stomach churned and swallowed down the sudden nausea that had settled into her stomach. “For your back… I can try kneading to help lift some of the tension that carrying your litter has put on it. It may further assist with the pain.” She offered, uncertain where the feeling had come from.