Éowyn huffs a low, derisive laugh at the idea, finally letting her hands fall off her hips. "We raise racehorses at Edoras," she says drily, and the corner of her mouth twitches in what might almost be a sarcastic smile. "Whatever is in your trousers, I promise you, I have seen bigger."
Admittedly, she has never had to consider something like that going inside her. She actually is feeling a little trepidation, a nervousness she's unused to - there is a big difference, after all, between a theoretical knowledge of what a wedding night entails, and actually being here. But she has never been the fainting type, and she certainly isn't about to admit to any fear. Least of all to him. The tone of this marriage has been set, as far as she can see; if it is to be a contest of wills, as she feels it must be, then she is not about to cede immediately.
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Date: 2020-05-10 01:18 am (UTC)Admittedly, she has never had to consider something like that going inside her. She actually is feeling a little trepidation, a nervousness she's unused to - there is a big difference, after all, between a theoretical knowledge of what a wedding night entails, and actually being here. But she has never been the fainting type, and she certainly isn't about to admit to any fear. Least of all to him. The tone of this marriage has been set, as far as she can see; if it is to be a contest of wills, as she feels it must be, then she is not about to cede immediately.