Stumble.
One woman after another. That's always the way it went. Oh, it was a great jest for everyone- apart from the women. They- understandably- got upset when he moved on, even though it was quite often their husbands' fault. The husbands didn't think his behaviour was funny, either. In fact, they were decidedly bitter towards him- and often violent.
His friends and comrades thought he picked married ladies by mistake; bad luck. But no, it was carefully done. He couldn't get into as much trouble with them as he could by deflowering an unmarried maiden- or if they were to fall pregnant. A married woman could always pass it off as their husband's, but he doubted anything like that would happen: these noble ladies always wore charms against just that.
Also, he was a Player at heart. He liked the drama, the excitement, the grand stage. The ladies knew what they were doing when they got involved with him.
But above all, it was a cover up. Incredibly insecure, he could never cope with the idea of a committed relationship. He knew he would make a mess of it and hurt her.
And so he loved her from a distance, no strings attached.
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A/N: Evin/Miri.
