Simon's Regret

For the last week Lord Simon had spent more time with Beatrix -his wife- than he had their entire marriage. He did not appriciate the change. Who could blame him? His wife was unattractive and a shrew. Nothing in her character could please a man and she had no talents, Simon mused self-pityingly. Sighing, he pushed himself off the chair and made his way towards the door. He called over his shoulder, "Stop moping and nagging woman." For Beatrix had been wallowing in misery ever since they had stepped foot on that boat and had not stopped even after they had left the boat to move into a small house.

His wife jumped out of her chair and firmly planted herself between him and the door. "I have every right to mope for you lost my family home! I have every right to nag you for you were a fool to support Richard in his idiotic plan!" Her blue eyes narrowed in anger and disgust as she looked at her husband. Her face was twisted into a sneer of pure animosity. Simon shuddered not at her words but at her sneer. Not because it shocked him but because it made her already plain face simply horrific.
"And never once have you apologized to me!" Beatrix added after Simon did not respond.
His green eyes narrowed in anger. Why should he apologize to her? He regretted siding with Richard for he had lost more than Beatrix had.

"I regret joining Richard's rebellion for I lost Juliana." He yelled in anger at Beatrix. But his heart ached as he thought of lovely Juliana's fair limbs and how he could never caressed them again for she had stayed in Emberlin.
Beatrix clasped her hands together and nodded her head eagerly as she said in a false cheerful voice said, "Yes, Simon, please tell me more about Juliana! and how you regret losing your little whore more than you regret losing my family home or getting us exiled."
"Your pathetic merchant family home meant nothing but noble Juliana was priceless."

Beatrix threw back her head and laughed. It was a cruel sound and it sounded more like sobbing than laughter. "It still bothers you? That your family of noble blood lost everything and you had to marry the wealthy upstart merchant's only child." She continued to laugh/sobbing as Simon watched in faint disgust.
"Juliana would never act so improper as you do."

He walked passed her and left the room. Her laughter could still be heard through out the house though it turned into pure sobbing sometime after Simon had left her on the floor. Simon hearing her cries thought longingly for Juliana, who only ever whispered seductively into his ear or chattered gayly with him. He had lost everything and Beatrix still instead she had lost more. Well, she was wrong. She would know he had more reason to be sorrowful if she had been in love once. He did not consider he might be at fault for her never even having the opportunity to love someone in the first place.