Announcement

[royal_obligation]

Edarial makes a list of necessities for a wife. He has Zevros check it over, who promptly rips it up and throws it at him. He is of the opinion that if Edarial doesn't actually want to marry a specific person, he shouldn't, and Zevros will have nothing to do with any of it. Edarial sighs, rewrites it, and keeps it and a copy of it away from his twin in the future.

He makes the announcement to various interested people that he will be looking for a bride. Just saying it makes him feel sick. Edarial manages to keep it together long enough to give a list of the qualities he's looking for before he flees. He says he's busy, no one will look twice at him being curt and disappearing to get work done. So no one comes after him when he hides in his room and locks the door.

Face buried in his pillow, he realizes that there's no way he can be personable to his - whatever they are. Potential brides, suitors - whatever, he doesn't care. He'll hire someone to vet them, so he doesn't have to torture himself dealing with women trying to persuade him to marry them.

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[royal_pain]

Yup. That is a thing the both of them are free to do. Zevros will just be here.

Stabbing his food mercilessly.

[come_midnight]

Iobel sits and works on her spell, for lack of anything better to do - no need to prune it in a desperate hurry to get it into her head; she can do it the long way, now. When Zephrys comes back she hands over the letters, one two three.

[aestrix]

Zephrys comes back, retrieves the letter, and then asks if there's anything else Iobel wants.

[come_midnight]

"I'm fine for the time being. If you hear about any - queening that needs doing - then let me know, I guess."

[aestrix]

"Yup!" agrees Zephrys. "But honestly I have no idea how - 'queening' works."

[come_midnight]

"Well, neither do I. Two sets of ears will find more of it to do than one."

[aestrix]

"Makes sense. I'll ask around, maybe someone knows!"