[He doesn't recognize the name, yet she knows Nassau. The face of the world has changed. The name sounds Muscovy, almost. Could be the same region. Could be a colony somewhere, he supposes. The New World will be the fiefdom of whoever has power enough to take her.
Perhaps what surprises him the most is that there is a place that exists where a woman can walk at night unnaccosted. A brother's company is no deterrent for those that would do her harm. He barely trusted London's wealthiest avenues - with good reason, as it turned out. As cities go, she had as much mind of her own as Nassau. The nature of men and women is immutable. There will always be theft, betrayal. No culture is devoid of it, no family free of it. Love and loyalty grant no immunity to dark impulse.
He doubts the future is some quiescent, gentle thing. After all, used to.]
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Perhaps what surprises him the most is that there is a place that exists where a woman can walk at night unnaccosted. A brother's company is no deterrent for those that would do her harm. He barely trusted London's wealthiest avenues - with good reason, as it turned out. As cities go, she had as much mind of her own as Nassau. The nature of men and women is immutable. There will always be theft, betrayal. No culture is devoid of it, no family free of it. Love and loyalty grant no immunity to dark impulse.
He doubts the future is some quiescent, gentle thing. After all, used to.]
I confess, I've not heard of Sokovia.