Angelica was prepared for the worst (although she would be hard-pressed to think of much that could further break her heart). Whatever he believed about their marriage; about her, was inconsequential for the next breath. She had made her own vows and would keep them, not the silly formula she'd parroted back to the officiant, but what most mattered to her. She would be the wife he needed, whether he liked it or not. She could make him happy, build a family and home that was better than either of them had ever known if only he would give her the chance.

Her hands clenched tight against the bedcovers, it took a moment for her to process his response. Her reply was hardly genteel. Clamping a hand over her mouth to smother a snort that threatened to turn into full-blown laughter, she mentally thanked him for his aversion to difficult conversations, at least for the moment. She needed this - they needed this.

"Don't be ridiculous. I intend to make myself a pirate queen in your honor and spend the rest of my days harrying my father's supply routes. I rather think I was made for swashbuckling." Memories of the few times she'd been aboard one of her father's ships made her grin. She had been more interested in foreign shores and the treasure that came with them; loved tracing routes on maps and reading manifests, but she'd had her own dreams of adventure once.

Eyes softening as she caught Emrys' look, she gave him a simple truth. "I am not a Corvo any longer, I am a Selwyn. I would never be so careless with your legacy."

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