Another man would have looked away from her, but Owen moved closer and reached to touch her cheek.  He couldn't hide the flinch and knew it would hurt her but he wouldn't turn away and just give up on her.<br/><br/>Instead he leaned close and pressed his lips to hers tenderly and softly.  "For now," he whispered against her lips so softly that she could barely hear him, "I will bow to him and let him take you.  But I will never forget you.  I will find a way to take you from this place and make you my wife."<br/><br/>Then he drew back, sensing Brom's restlessness.  He stepped over and knelt down on one knee.  "Please forgive me my Lord," he said flatly, "It was wrong of me to covet that which you have claimed as your own."<br/><br/>Brom sheathed his sword and nodded.  "She is a pretty little cunny," he said trying to test the other man's composure, "Perhaps after I've had my fill I'll send her to service your needs."<br/><br/>Owen gritted his teeth so hard he felt sure they would crack, but he said nothing beyond.  "As you will my Lord."<br/><br/>And with that, Brom spurred his horse into motion toward the thankfully near edge of town.