Temporary Things

"Don't you want love, Celia?" Lucas said in a rough whisper, then pushed his chair back and stood up.

Celia stood up from the table as well, now confused. "No. I mean…love was never one of my expectations. I was married off to benefit Islia. I've known it would happen since I was a child."

"But don't you ever long for something that benefits you? And I don't mean Celia the royal princess but Celia the woman?"

She blinked. Why would she ever dream of that? When was marriage ever about love or your own personal happiness? Perhaps it was a possible dream for humble peasants without a single coin between them. But not for those with any kind of fortune to protect.

How did Lucas not understand that when he was a nobleman too?

"I don't want the love of the husband I'm stuck with. Why would I? I don't respect him." Celia said stubbornly. "And even if I did, Tobin will never love me."

"Maybe someone else will."