Monique & Owen
Owen smiled. "Your mother is the true definition of a mother hen." He teased. "There are enough letters from the east that I started hiding them from your mother to keep her from worrying." Hearing what she said next made Owen stiffen. "Aye...lassie...your mother and I want you to marry for love. The throne will take care of itself. Now, if you want to go out and marry a prince that only wants you for your lineage, then by all means, do it. We just want ye happy." Owen sighed. "We could never hate ye lass. We would still attend the wedding, love each child if ye had any, and check on you as often as possible. However, I dont reccomend it. A loveless marriage is worthless." Owen smiled at her. "Besides, ye just got back. Maybe a handsome knight or young peasant boy will spark your fancy before you make your decision. "