"But what about the hunting lands your grandfather left you in the will, my love? You will be penniless," Azog said.
"I don't care about hunting lands or my father's money. I just want to be with you. I want to keep our egg clutch safe with my defensive displays. It's only your name I want to squawk at a deafening volume every new morn." Grrgr rushed to Azog and buried his tears in the warm, tender meat of her bosom.
"Yes, Grrgr! Yes, my love! Fly me away from the small-minded people that cannot accept our love."
Grrgr tore himself away from her and walked to the roaring fireplace. "Azog. My love. My only love. I have keep a secret from you. It is so terrible I thought if it was revealed our relationship could never survive it."
Azog ran to Grrgr, her long gown sweeping the floor. She threw her arms around him, his splendid plumage tickling her desire.
"Nothing could make me leave you, Grrgr," she wailed. "Not now. Not ever!"
Grrgr pecked absently at her forearm, drawing blood. Azog was so in love she couldn't even feel it.
"Azog. I am flightless. These feathers are only for courting display," Grrgr said, hanging his head.
Azog's gasp of dismay broke his rapidly beating heart.
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