I hope father's pleased with himself, marrying me to this bestial hognut. I don't care if the emperor holds him in esteem. I don't care if the Maker holds him in esteem. He drools on me, in his episodes! The fits! Oh, the fits. "Not frequent, and quite harmless!" said he. Such lies. The last one was a full ten minutes. If he has one in the marriage bed, I swear I shall be beaten black and blue by his flailing. I can't believe my ill luck, forced into the bed of this grizzly and into a sinful union with blood magic! I pray that you make a better match, sister.