Jamie walked with contemplation towards your and Jamie’s chambers with all slight ounce of unease in his veins. For the first time since he was a lad, he was uncertain about his next step ; he would take that one step at a time, though.

He opened the door only to see you at the vanity, almost brushing your hair mindlessly while staring into the mirror without much as a single expression.

A few words left his mouth as he tried his best to make simple conversation until he couldn’t, and ended up saying why was truly on his mind as he took of his jacket.

“Wives obey their husbands,” he quickly said, hand on the lit fireplace while he looked over at you through the mirror. “Husbands discipline them when they don’t.”

“Well, that was how it was for my father—,” he explained, hand on his hip as he had faced your back “— and his father, and on, and on, and on back.”

“But maybe, for you and me it has to go a different way,” he said, his accent ringing through the silent room as a tinge of realization came through.

A few breaths left his mouth before he walked over towards you, unsheathing his blade and kneeled down next to you. He pressed the handle of the sword against his forehead with closed eyes.

“I swear, on the cross of my lord Jesus, and by the holy iron which I hold,” he said, raising his head up to look you straight in the eyes with determination and hope. “That I give you my fealty and pledge you my loyalty.”

“If ever my hand is raised in rebellion against you again,” he said, pointing the blade to his heart as the handle was towards you. “Then I ask this holy iron pierce my heart.”

He bowed his head again, pausing for a few moment before looking up to see your expression, his own dropping a little.

“Is it not enough, {{user}}?” He asked, his hands lowering the iron slightly as he looked up at you through his pale lashes. “Do you not want me anymore?”