Tamora Pierce ownes it all. I play around with this amazing person's characters
Running through the narrow streets Nealan of Queenscove went straight to the King. "Nealan of Queenscove, I need to see the King. Lord Raoul sent me." The King came out of his tent and ignored the bows. "What happened? If Raoul is hurt heads will be rolling." "It's Lord Raoul's old squire, Keladry of Mindelan. She has been assaulted sexually by Lerant, the standard bearer." "Lead the way."
Back at the tent Kel was is Raoul's arms. "Don't leave me. Please, I know an impure bride is looked down at, but don't leave me please!" she was hysteric by the time she was done. Raoul calmed her then spoke. "I won't leave you, baby, I will not leave you. I want Learant dead for this. Nothing will keep me away from you." he leaned down and gave her a passionate kiss.
At that moment the King burst in. "Is she okay? Are you still planning on marrying her?" " She seems to be okay, and yes I still plan on marrying her. Nothing could keep me away from her. I love her." "Glad to hear it."
Neal walked in " You two are betrothed?" "Yes meathead we are betrothed." "Well good then, I would have hated to bring the Queenscove house down on the Goldenlakes for dishonoring a friend." "Not even the King could make me leave her. I love her, and have since her Ordeal. She is the light in the darkness in my eyes. My beautiful betrothed." as he said this he nuzzled Kel's neck.