I walked through festivities of the Gathering, already annoyed by the promiscuity of the women. I wanted a wife to raise my daughters to be modest and feminine, not whatever this was.
Stóri laughed at the look on my face, knowing exactly my thoughts.
I turned to glare at him, distracting myself, and ran right into a woman carrying a basket of trinkets.
I sighed, stooping down to help retrieve the fallen but paused when my eyes fell on her. Now here was a woman worthy of my time.
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