My father traded us away before he ever walked back through the door.
My mother was all they asked for, and I was the part left over.
The feared huntsman with the scar paid thirty silver coins without a second thought.
He wanted the arrangement written down, made a bed for us, and never once touched us in anger.
I called him Papa from the very first day.
It took me years to see that he had been waiting to earn the word.
Other men purchase a wife.
He chose to create a family.
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