Father told me when I was little that I needed to stop bringing home stray animals to take care of. I would constantly bring puppies, kittens, injured birds or wold rabbits home with me. He got annoyed, but I think he was secretly pleased that I had turned out so caring, or something like that. To this day there are more dogs and cats roaming around the manor than I'd care to admit.
I think I'm doing that with Burlnard. I didn't take him home, he took me home. But now I really don't want to stop coming back to his home, I want to just stay there. He probably thinks I'm crazy, we talked about marriage the second day we knew each other. It would have been a political marriage for nothing other than money, with no feelings involved. We wouldn't have even acted married, and would have been free to court anyone else that we wanted to. He didn't want to, though, he only wants to marry someone if he loves them.
I wish he'd let me give him money. He needs it, and I have plenty to give. I don't understand the pride of men.
