The man irritated her just like a rash.
I am ever a gentle maiden," she shouted. "Damn if I'm not.
If you get yourself killed, I'll find your grave and spit on it," she threatened.
I've just vowed my love for you. Have you nothing to say in return?" Duncan asked. "Thank you, husband.
You take my heart with you, my loving captor." "Nay, Madelyne. I am your captive in body and soul.
You're taller than I am, but I'm stronger, and meaner right this minute than you could ever imagine" - Lady Madelyne.
You're bruised, as ugly as one of your Cyclops, and I can barely stand to look at you." - Duncan to Madelyne.
Madelyne, we're married now. 'Tis a usual occurrence to bed one's wife on the wedding night.
