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Grilka is glorious. That’s the problem. She survived her deadbeat drunk husband, outwitted the Council to become head of her own House, and all while looking like a goddess in green velvet. I know exactly why Worf fell for her. Curzon would have, too.
But could Grilka understand why Worf threw away the Sword of Kahless? Could she stand by him even if all of Q’onos turns its back? Could she make him laugh?
I could.
Why can’t he see that? What do I have to do - knock him down and sit on him?
… Knowing Worf, that might actually work.