She could tell him stories; Jamie's violence was aimed at her once and she waited until he was literally inside of her to hold a knife to his throat.
If you ever lay a hand on me again James Fraser, I will cut out your heart and eat it for breakfast.
He never has, the poor man couldn't even administer a shot of penicillin twenty years later. But she's seen his violence toward others when his family is threatened, and especially when she is threatened. He's jealous, possessive, has already had to share her with one man, and now would (theoretically) be asked to share with a third.
"I was so angry at Jamie when Lord John told me," she begins, using his title only to differentiate between John and Jon. "I stayed that way and thought if Jamie ever arrived I'd throttle him before explaining why. I've cooled off since then, though he'll still get a sound piece of my mind. All that to say, I don't need anyone stepping in on my behalf. He won't hurt me or anyone else if I threaten to cut his balls off. He knows I'd do it in a heartbeat."
But that doesn't mean she can't feel the guilt, because she would understand it, if to him only a moment had passed since she was his wife, when who knows how long might pass for her as she lives her life in Solvunn? The difference is how they'd each react to it.
"As for Jon, I don't believe he thinks I'm unworthy," she tries to make clear as she follows Michael to the kitchen and sits at the table. "I think because of his own experiences, it bothers him." It isn't her place to tell Jon's story to anyone else, so she leaves it at that. "And that too, I can understand." She sighs softly, almost as if she's purged as much as she needs to get out, at least for the moment. She doesn't know about what she deserves, so she doesn't say anything to that. Instead, she changes the topic.
"Unless you have final sage words of wisdom, please feel free to change the topic to literally anything else."
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If you ever lay a hand on me again James Fraser, I will cut out your heart and eat it for breakfast.
He never has, the poor man couldn't even administer a shot of penicillin twenty years later. But she's seen his violence toward others when his family is threatened, and especially when she is threatened. He's jealous, possessive, has already had to share her with one man, and now would (theoretically) be asked to share with a third.
"I was so angry at Jamie when Lord John told me," she begins, using his title only to differentiate between John and Jon. "I stayed that way and thought if Jamie ever arrived I'd throttle him before explaining why. I've cooled off since then, though he'll still get a sound piece of my mind. All that to say, I don't need anyone stepping in on my behalf. He won't hurt me or anyone else if I threaten to cut his balls off. He knows I'd do it in a heartbeat."
But that doesn't mean she can't feel the guilt, because she would understand it, if to him only a moment had passed since she was his wife, when who knows how long might pass for her as she lives her life in Solvunn? The difference is how they'd each react to it.
"As for Jon, I don't believe he thinks I'm unworthy," she tries to make clear as she follows Michael to the kitchen and sits at the table. "I think because of his own experiences, it bothers him." It isn't her place to tell Jon's story to anyone else, so she leaves it at that. "And that too, I can understand." She sighs softly, almost as if she's purged as much as she needs to get out, at least for the moment. She doesn't know about what she deserves, so she doesn't say anything to that. Instead, she changes the topic.
"Unless you have final sage words of wisdom, please feel free to change the topic to literally anything else."