Dekka's eyes moved frantically at her words, before he laughed pathetically at her by them.
"Love him?" he turned from her and laughed again. "Kathryn," he looked right back at her now, shaking his head as he was laughing again. "It was only his fucking status and yours too, that he married you. You think any of you fucking nobles know what it means to fucking love?" an dhe stared at her with wild, wide eyes. "Because if you think playing games is love, or being used is fucking loved... well you're fucking wrong." And he glared at her now with a new sort of anger. "What do you think we had Kathryn? Why do you think I fuckin' risked my neck each time to get to you? Why do you think I'd waste my fucking time and energy seeking you out every fucking time i couldn't but did?" And he was right in front of her face now, grabbing her by the shoulders. "Sometimes I can't keep making fucking miracles, for you, Kathryn! Two fucking years of hell I had to stay back, watching from all the way across the other fucking side of Connlaoth- wondering if you even fucking understand what I've done just to see you. Just to fucking be with you!"
And he paused, still holding her.
"Damn it, Kathryn! I love you!" And before she could stop him, his lips crashed hungrily to hers.