The words had nearly broken her… How could they have not? They were so… antiquated… so absurd. And yet spoken so coldly and clinically.
Proposing an alliance through marriage? What was this the 11th century? Brooke's immediate instinct was to reject it.
But she caught herself before she could. She was acting emotionally to a comment clearly designed to provoke such a response from her.
Assuming the sincerity of the offer, no matter how insane it was. This was actually a more favorable outcome than she had ever predicted.
Clearly the man wasn't lusting after her, as he could not truly see her appearance, nor she his. This was a pragmatic offer of mutual survival through means of blood ties.
It was old world logic, but the new world was gone. And resorting to tribalism and raiding seemed to have made a comeback within the long winter.
