And there it was. One of the many reasons she couldn’t simply give in to the bond. Theon would be Matched with someone. He would have to take a wife to produce the next Arius Heir. You and me. That’s what he’d whispered into her ear moments ago. But it would never be just him and her. It was just as she’d realized on the floor at dinner. She would be his, but he would never be hers. She might not want him, but this couldn’t even be something to simply satisfy the bond. Theon would never let her seek out some form of companionship with someone else. That was becoming glaringly obvious.
