I own all that my imagination created. Nothing else.
He watched her body, covered in clothes. A body that after all these years was still so clear to him. One he had seen so many times without any clothes. He had simply lost count. She moved, but not for him and he thought she had never moved for him. When they were together she moved for herself and now she moved her beloved George.
He ran a tired hand through his hair as he watched her dance for George. There was Thayet. Beautiful Thayet. That does not make you fall in love though. It never had. Beauty attracts but it doesn't hold. Not that they were moving apart. They had never been as close as him and Alanna. Gods! Was he comparing even his wife now to that redheaded fury? He remembers how he compared a court girl's hair, hips, chest, kiss and even sex with Alanna. She always won out. Sex with Alanna he thought now was still unmatchable. He loved the way she was self conscious about her body and wrapped herself up in sheets. Even though she knew he loved seeing her naked, lying next to him.
Once she moved for herself, which was fine. Now she moved, flowed, swayed, laughed, rocked and cried for that George. That George. He mimicked himself menacingly and let out a long sigh. Thayet turned to him and smiled grasping his hand in hers. Alanna's was nicer he thought. Not again.
He ran his free hand through his hair, and wished that he would find a copper hair like he sometimes did when they had been together. Instead he found a grey hair. One of a few he had been spotting lately. Maybe it was sign that he was growing up? Getting old? With this he thought shouldn't he let go of Alanna? Well that would never happen.