“That’s how they like them though, is it not?” She replied, taking a moment to readjust herself onto her side, propped up on one arm, revelling in the momentary pause a little longer than anyone could have plausibly called casually, but naturally it did not stir her husband to action – nor had she imagined such a small trifle would.

“All those men making decisions on which girl will be the next chattel for their family name,” she spoke lightly, resting a hand lightly on her husband’s chest as she spoke, tracing a pattern with her fingernails. “You all prefer youth over anything for that purpose. It happened to me. It will happen to your daughter,” she trailed off, stalactite eyes under her shuttered lashes.

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Ambrosia's got 99 problems but this hot af set from MJ ain't 1 of them