— Women are meant to be taught by their husbands. That's the honour the spouse owns. —
The scripts were clear.
The tanglings of a couple's flesh were to be taught by the male. So far as possible, that was to be the case with noble women whose value multiplied by their purity in the eyes of the feeble men chasing them.
Zeleskiaz knew that her innocence did not mean ignorance. The Lady he was after, was a mysterious woman that flaunted a clever mind with humble grace. Nonetheless...
'How come she knows?'
"..." — His hand commenced to crack its knuckles, slightly displeased.
'What is the extent of her knowledge?'
"... experience..... does she... have it?"
A dry swallow scorched his throat. Like acid, the thought burnt his insides, enraged that some other could have touched her as he wished.
However, as much as it unsettled him, his jealousy helped him in the reminiscence of their unfinished mesh.
