Moonspear helpless

When he had spoken of being a romantic at heart it certainly hadn’t been with the assumption that polygamy reigned upon these mountains. His gaze swept to her, and surely she could see him trying to unpack the questions and thoughts that had all but imploded at the concept that when one’s husband or wife was away, it was nice to seek physical appeasement in the arms of another.

She had spoken of taking the company of more than one—he just hadn’t considered that to mean outside of a marriage, unless he misunderstood this, now.

And then: “I will be honest and say that your culture is new to me and… I will have much to learn. But I am happy to, if you will let me.” She spoke of free love outside of marriage, ulaqs and spiritualism. Everything in this regard was unfamiliar to him—spare for the fleeting moments he had when he had shared a she-wolf’s bed, usually only for a stolen night or two.