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She made a little humming noise. “I am afraid, Sir Knight, that this is one danger you cannot wave your sword at. There is no escaping my marriage.” “Oh. That. Marriage is no danger.” She gave him a look of such sharpness that he felt himself wither. “You are a man. You do not have the first idea of the dangers marriage entails for women.” Her chin trembled though she held it aloft. “And you are a Knight Protector — you are not permitted to marry until after I am wed.” He opened his mouth to retort — but closed it quickly. She was, he supposed, right. In fact he could not imagine someone less suited to offer counsel on the subject than himself. “What is it that you fear?” he asked. She took a deep breath. “Cruelty. Neglect. Loneliness. A life spent in solitude and uselessness, my mind slowly disintegrating through lack of exertion. There is so much world out here, Colin, and I shall only ever see one tiny patch of it. I fear dying after a life only half-lived. I have dreams and ambitions and they shall never, ever be realised. So while I am able, I mean to live.” OR: the Adventures of Princess Penelope and Sir Colin, her Knight Protector!

Fics like golden crown, bloody sword

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