“I do not like hearing his name, because it makes me think of how he was cruel to you.” D’see’s posture changes. The look she gives me is confused. “Cruel? He was never cruel to me.” Does she not see it that way? “He told you of all the ways you should be a good mate to him constantly. How you should look. How you should act. How you should speak.” I pull another layer of furs off of her and toss it aside. “He made you think you are not perfect as you are. And you were in his bed for ten long turns of the seasons and he never touched you. To me, that is cruel.”
