royal_obligation | Announcement

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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From:

alicornucopia

"[DEATH WILL BE A MERCY TO ANYONE WHO LAID A HAND ON MY BINDER!]" caterwauls Cricket. "[HER PERSON IS SACROSANCT! YOU ARE ALL DEAD ASSHOLES WALKING!]"

Edited Date: 2014-05-25 07:11 am (UTC)

From:

aestrix

The female guard says in a soothing voice to Iobel, ignoring the cat, "It's all right. Everything will be fine, okay? We would just like you to stop hurting people."

From:

come_midnight

"wan' my cat," Iobel whimpers.

From:

aestrix

"You'll get him back, he's hurt us more than we've hurt him. He's fine," soothes the woman. "He will continue to be fine, we're not monsters."

From:

come_midnight

"wan' my cat," insists Iobel.

From:

alicornucopia

"I will out!" howls Cricket in ungrammatical Marlese.

From:

aestrix

"Fucking demon spawn is a fucking menace to the world..." mutters the male guard. His companion shushes him.

"You will get both. If you cooperated this would be easier, but you haven't, so it isn't," says the woman.

There's the sound of footsteps, down the hallway. Their companions are coming.

From:

come_midnight

Iobel hisses and starts charging again.

From:

aestrix

Slam. Head, floor, you have got to stop meeting like this.

From:

come_midnight

"nnnnnmmmf"

From:

alicornucopia

"I KILL YOUUUUU," snarls Cricket.

From:

aestrix

"... Apparently we're not needed?" asks an unfamiliar voice.

"Apparently not," says the alpha-bitch guardswoman. "Look, Iobel - stop charging, we're not going to hurt you, it'll be okay."

From:

come_midnight

"heal," she whimpers, "head."

She has long abandoned hope of getting anywhere with retrieving Cricket on this night.

From:

aestrix

"... Fine," says the woman. "Go ahead. Orman, let her. But if you do something offensive, there will be a problem."

The man currently holding the main threat of 'head, meet ground' growls a little, but nods.

From:

come_midnight

The charge for the healing spell takes a while. Her breath is coming in short awkward pants, but she manages to hold onto it until its release point at four minutes, three seconds.

Her head clears.

She scrunches her eyes shut and emits a whimper that is purely about misery and not pain.

From:

aestrix

"You set to walk, now?" sighs the guardswoman.

From:

come_midnight

"Just give me my cat," she pleads. "I won't let him hurt anybody if you just let me have him now."

From:

aestrix

"Not until the wedding. We've got orders."

From:

alicornucopia

"[What's happening?]" Cricket demands.

From:

come_midnight

"[I'm sorry,]" sniffs Iobel. "[Too many to down now with what I've got even if the charge was instant.]"

From:

aestrix

They will let her converse with her familiar. Though they will be suspicious, now.

From:

come_midnight

"[The prince wants me to marry him and you're hostage. And don't tell me to tell them to go fuck themselves, kitty, I can't - I don't even know how bad it'll be - and they say I can have you back after.]"