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As the dream faded, she chased it, forlorn. She wanted more of the taste of battle, more of the sound of clashing nails and more of the soreness of exhorted muscles. Instead, she found herself in her bed, next to her husband Cornifer. He was only half asleep; he awoke fully when she stirred.
“Is something the matter?” he asked.
“Nothing. A dream of the past.”
He knew her well. That was all she needed to say for him to understand.
“Iselda... I wonder. Do you regret marrying me sometimes? And having given up—“
“No,” she said. She smiled. “No.”