Since coming to this place, I have wondered much about how it would be native here. To let go of doubt and discretion, and let bodies do as they will. I want rawness and wildness, skin on skin and blood running hot, and I would show you how Éorl's daughter rides. I would feel other hands where only mine have been, have you look on me in wonder. I would do battle in the bedroom no less gladly than on the field.
Such is my heart. It desires madness, sweet violence, gentle battle. Not to make love, but to fuck, rut as animals do, bite and scratch and moan. The cool air on my skin, the rush of fury, to be with a man whose strength can match my own. Such thoughts are hard to drive away here.
[Yeah, she accidentally picked the dirty-thoughts ink. Although, here's a twist - now she's realised that, she did just dip her goose quill in the same bottle.]
[It makes for a pretty good alibi, after all.]