What he offered was a choice - a terrible choice, like the one out in the field where she'd the option to accept her abuse, or let him crush her beneath his booted foot. But it was a choice nonetheless, and one whereby her love might be saved.<br/><br/>"Aye, my lord... I make you that promise." She stared up at him, so high above her upon the horse, so high above them all, as the cold metal caressed her cheek in the mockery of a lover's touch.