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Lothíriel
She loved her husband dearly even though it was a love hard won. He was her exact opposite in personality and habits, yet somehow they managed to remain in harmony besides it.
For example, she liked to sleep without covers and certainly without company.
He liked to cuddle.
It amused her when she was a new bride; her husband was so tall and so broad-chested that he cowed lesser men by a discouraging look and straight posture. But at night when they were alone, he only slept when he pulled her to his side and kept her there for the entire night. Not only was his grip unrelenting, he was also as hot as a blazing furnace. In summer heat, the effect was even more unwelcome. Sometimes he let her go reluctantly if she protested enough, only to wake up later in the night back in his arms.
So when he left for an important trip across Riddermark, Lothíriel eagerly awaited the first night of her freedom since their marriage.
Only to realise she couldn't sleep without her husband's company.
