After her husband dies, Countess Bathory pursues her husband's friend, Thurzo, with the hopes of remarrying and securing her position for the sake of herself and her young son. Thurzo is not a physically attractive man, but Bathory comes to find him attractive in other ways.
I get this. My fiance is not what most people would call an attractive man. He's got this big head, if we were in another era he would be wearing Professor Farnsworth glasses, and his lack of hair would be astonishing if it were not for the over abundance of forehead which makes up for it. No one would mistake him for being handsome, although you would not necessarily run from the room screaming either.
He makes up for it. He's not rich, or successful, or cultured, but he has a sweetness and a sincerity that people who know they're attractive tend to lack. Danny is open and warm with me in a way that my more attractive lovers have not been. It's as if without the dignity that comes with beauty, we can truly be ourselves, we can be as ugly as we want with each other, but more often we are tender and loving. He knows when I show him affection that it is more than genuine, that I love him despite how he looks and all his flaws. And I find comfort knowing that he realizes exactly how lucky he is to be loved by me, rather than just being one in a long string of girls who have fawned over him.
I've even come to like the way he looks. He is by no means pretty, but there is something satisfying and wonderful in looking at him and seeing his particular brand of unattractiveness. He almost does become handsome after awhile. Everyone else may still see a frog, but I've started to see, if not quite a prince, my groom.
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