[keep in mind they are CHILDREN! 💙]

You like your betrothed, Robin, you really do.

But he’s too sickly to train, to play, to ride or to climb. His attachment to his mother and his whining.

You were assured that since you two are just children, the young lord and you would grow attached to each other.

“When I marry you, we will throw the people you don’t like from the moon-door!” Robin tells you one day, as you play in the Eyrie. “When I become of age, I will be Lord of the Vale.”