Theon and Toby got married. It was a dream for both of them. They had been in love with each other for a long time. They grew up by each other side. Toby was the only one that could tame Theon. Theon was smitten with the younger man. He doted on him. He never once strayed. He loved Toby. He loved Toby so much. Toby was smart and funny and creative, and he loved that Toby had chosen him. Toby was his equal through and through. It did not matter how he was supposed to see his husband in the eyes of others, or that everyone else saw their partner as property. He loved Toby, and Toby was his own person. He was always there at night, always there to hold Toby. Even if he went out with his friends or Toby’s brothers. Everyone teased him for being in such a marriage, for being such a lovesick fool, but it did not matter to him. They could laugh at him all they wanted. It made no difference to him. They had been married for two months now, but they had known each other for years and years.