Characters: Éowyn, Grima
Disclaimer: I am not JRR Tolkien, so clearly these characters/sitations are not mine.
A companion to the previous drabble.
Today should be joyous, for I am to be wed.
But this day, I am to wed Gríma Wormtongue.
If Éomer and Théodred were alive, they would kill him where he stood, royal decree or no.
But I am the only warrior of the House of Eorl left to defend Rohan.
I know my duty.
Grima thinks himself triumphant, through trickery of my uncle and by the assassination of my kin.
He thinks I have surrendered to my fate.
My marriage bed will be christened with blood, as all such beds are.
But it will not that of my maidenhead.