‘I have a proposal for you. You wish a wife, while you love another who you cannot be with publicly. I wish a husband I can trust, and … not to be touched.’ Harry opens his mouth to say something, but Alys holds up a finger. ‘I’m not frigid. I don’t need to be warmed up. I am fine the way that I am. And if I enter an arrangement with you – because it’s you or the convent, to be honest – you must understand what I want, which is that our love remain chaste and courtly. And you never make me feel lesser for what I do not desire.’
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