"He raided Varg's territory for me a few weeks ago," I added with a dismissive giggle. "If he wants you to dye your hair blonde on your wedding night, I can give you a few locks of mine. Perhaps he prefers jerking himself off and whispering my name rather than entering your 'sacred land.'"
Lira stared at me in shock, and I mimicked her expression.
"The man you're marrying in that gown, eating banana cakes for, wanted to water my 'stone womb' with his own seeds." I said, even though I didn't want to break her. "Varg didn't imprison me, beat me, or starve me as you thought. But everything your mother said was right, Lira. Sometimes, when you aren't the main woman, a ghost is needed to warm the bed."
