For the Idiot man I married.

I remember that day quite well. You came home desperately in need of a bath. You were sweating like a pig. A cheeky grin was plastered on your face as you handed me a greasy blonde hair. I hit you because you could have been killed when you got off your horse. A bowman could have easily shot you. If you were to die what would that make me? A widowed wife with two six year old sons. How would I be able to raise them on my own. Women don’t make much money and Fernan and Diego are still quite young and should start settling down themselves.

They don’t seem to be interested in any girls, all they do is work, and you keep giving Fernan headaches with all the fights you have been in. He is a special boy and