Muddled Wits and Muddled Hearts

I don't remember the last time I had been in the cups.  I've never been much of a drinker, but these past few nights. My little boy kidnapped, Radcylfe off in the Lone-lands, I suppose this is what happens when you love a Ranger of the North. They are a wandering folk, I seem to have the habit of loving the strays, the vagabonds, the unfortunate. If I was maybe a little more selfish, perhaps I would be able to fool around with more than one.  But no, no, ever since Carden died. Things have spiraled downhill. No one could ever replace him.  He got my blood boiling, my heart pounding, he taught me how to enjoy life.  Of course, when we married I took his skirt-chasing ways and made him only chase me. That didn't stop him from taking chances though, I won't ever forget our wedding night. After my kin had given us congratulations and the wine had started flowing. He grabbed my hand and ran out of the dining hall, wedding clothes and all.  No explanation, nothing. I will never forget the look on the faces of our wedding guests.  But we ran until we were at the stables, he put me on the back of his horse, with his signature grin.  And said to me "Hold on tight." It was a chilly, autumn evening. I had no time to protest. It wasn't until dawn that we arrived at our destination. An oasis of trees leagues away from Edoras I heard lutes playing, damnable laughter, as well as a crackling fire. "I hope you don't mind my merry fellows. They wanted to meet the bride." He handed me a bottle of brandy, and gave a boyish grin "I may not be traditional. But at least I know how to have a good time. And my new wife isn't going to be tied down to a broom."  When this happened, I swear, I could feel my Mother crying somewhere.