So you are my prize, he said, and smiled

He reached forward to touch her hair, but she

Stepped back, and watched him fearlessly

He with his armour and fresh-cleaned sword

No, she said. I am a person.

Your prize was to wed me yes, but see

It's now up to us where we go from here

What partnership we make (or break)

If this will end as a tragedy

Or a love story.

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(A/N: My head canon for all the women dispensed as rewards in stories. And I hope this is true for at least some of the ones treated this way in real life too).