Of Mead and Maidens

Kline looked at the other man. “Every person deserves to be treated right.” He noted and leaned back, the amber light from the fire illuminating the space between them. “Would you not say any soul is a beautiful thing, all souls deserve to be nourished, all beings satisfied in mind, body, and soul?” He did not wait for him to answer.

“Wife or Husband, both are to be cared for and loved, but there is more with wife and husband, there is an oath.” The word is said with weight and bearing. “An oath of trust and honor, an oath of fidelity and respect. Oaths are all we have at the end of the day, your word, and it is your word that defines you, if you are not true to your oath, then why make such thing?”

He looked at the fire. “Would you wish to be with a woman who would break her oath for pleasure, for a night of a secret tryst?” He asks him though his eyes stay on the flames. “I would say if you value the joy more than the oaths we take, then nothing can stop you, and I will not place judgment on any who do such a thing.” He told the other man. “I cannot say I am not human and have not let passion sway my heart or my hand, and I am not faultless. So, I can just say it would make one think, and one should, pause before you embrace a person so willing to forget a oath made before the gods and the crown.”

He turned and looked at the tent. “But this is about Karena, and if you ask me if I trust you, I do not know you, but I trust her. If she wishes you, count yourself lucky, if not…” He shrugged. “Now if you are asking my permission to try and sleep with her, really, you think such a thing would be more forthwith, but you would not have it. I do not think you would love her, just enjoy her like you do your mead. It is good for a night but eventually you empty the bottle and move on.”

He looked at Lafayette. “Or am I mistaken?”