[He sucks in a breath, a sudden ache in his heart. Gods, he still misses Jeyne, misses her smile and laughter and voice and touch and everything.]

Aye, I was. Her name was Jeyne. [Jeyne Westerling, and while the first time they slept together had been a mistake brought on by grief, he'd grown to love her.

He's starting to think he can grow to love Une as well, though.]

But I won't be able to marry anyone like her again. [He lets out a breath.] I've accepted that, already. Une is someone else entirely, and I want to marry her on her own merits, not simply because of her similarities to Jeyne.