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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come_midnight

Primarily, Iobel is glad that at least for the time being he's not going to insist on putting his lips to hers, but secondarily she is even more outraged that this man has stolen something that means everything to her to collect a prize he doesn't even want. He has gone to such lengths and caused such misery and he doesn't even want her, and the wanting wouldn't have made anything pleasanter but it might have made it less senselessly heartbreaking.

She makes no sort of protest about the presence or location of the kiss.

"So mote it be," intones the priest, and polite audience members applaud.

Iobel doesn't know where they're going next or when she'll get her cat back. She stays put, finally breaking her glare to peer around the room and look for a cue.

From:

royal_pain

In her glance around the room, she can see a man with a circlet on his head, and a sword at his hip. It's pretty easy to guess who exactly he is. This wouldn't be very worthy of note -

- Except he's staring straight at Edarial with the death glare to end all death glares. It beats Iobel's, and that's no easy feat.

From:

come_midnight

The twins don't fight, huh? Apparently that information was out of date, or close to it.

"You may get on with your honeymoon," winks the priest.

Iobel swallows.

From:

royal_obligation

Edarial's pretty sure that the priest is both blind and stupid. Poor man. He can't even tell when two people do not want to 'get on with the honeymoon.'

But, whatever. He glances at his brother, winces at the glare, then says softly to Iobel, "Follow me, please?"

From:

come_midnight

Iobel nods once.

From:

royal_obligation

He reaches down, picks up his familiar, and deposits her around his shoulders where she's most comfy. He's warm, she doesn't have to slither, and she can offer commentary on things. Everybody wins.

Edarial leads her off to the honeymoon suite. It's nicely decorated, and a lot of attention is paid towards the bed. For obvious reasons. But it has couches and a table with chairs and what looks like a tiny bar filled with various types of alcohol. Edarial plops into one of the couches, looking tired but otherwise expressionless.

"I'm fairly certain," he says quietly, "that you want absolutely nothing to do with me in - er, bed, correct?"

From:

come_midnight

"Good guess, well done," she says scathingly.

From:

royal_obligation

... He has absolutely no idea what he did to deserve that. Maybe she's just naturally kind of mean. Whatever, they can just ignore each other, he supposes. He raises an eyebrow, but otherwise doesn't remark on her comment.

"Then I'll leave you be."

From:

come_midnight

Iobel sits on a chair and hugs her knees and makes no reply.

From:

royal_obligation

"... Are you okay?" he asks, peering at her.

From:

come_midnight

"I'd say asking me that could be your good deed for the day, but."

Where is Cricket, she wants Cricket, she's supposed to have him back at this point.

From:

royal_obligation

"Do you want me to just go?" he asks. "And leave you alone entirely?"

From:

come_midnight

"As opposed to?"

From:

royal_obligation

Sitting here and listening to various insinuations about how he's a terrible person? It's kind of starting to get to him, he doesn't even know why this woman is randomly angry at him, she was the one who accepted his proposal.

"Sitting here awkwardly?"

From:

come_midnight

"Your letter said you'd prefer negligible personal contact," she points out, icy.

From:

royal_obligation

"... Fair enough," he sighs. "I'll go."

He stands, goes to the bar, and carefully chooses a bottle of wine. And then calmly pours some of it onto the bed. It gets replaced at the bar, without any further ado. Edarial doesn't like alcohol very much. But they are supposed to have had sex, so - wine stand in. He doubts anyone will care to look any closer than that.

"Have a nice night," says Edarial with a sort of - resignation. Then, he departs.

Edited Date: 2014-05-25 11:56 pm (UTC)

From:

come_midnight

Iobel waits for a few minutes to see if anyone's going to bring her Cricket of their own accord.

From:

aestrix

Elsewhere, a guard says to a closet, "Okay, we're about to take you to Iobel, so don't - scratch or maul us or anything, okay, kitty?"

She has a cat carrier. It will be used to transport him. Unless he doesn't cooperate, in which case they might have to throw out the cat carrier idea and just go with a sack or something.

From:

alicornucopia

"Iobel?" (something something) "Iobel!"

From:

aestrix

"... Go to Iobel," says the guard, then - she carefully opens a crack in the closet door, showing the cat carrier to Cricket.

From:

alicornucopia

Cricket peers at the carrier.

"I go," he says, "I will, no box."

(Some of the hexes Iobel has been known to sell are boxes.)

From:

aestrix

"... Fine," sighs the guard. "Fine. But no running."

From:

alicornucopia

"I will go Iobel," says Cricket. It's debatable if he knows the word 'run'.

From:

aestrix

That's probably about as good as they're going to get. If all else fails, they chase down the cat and throw him into the bag.

Slowly, the closet door opens, revealing a hilariously large number of guards for one cat. They're all in armor. Some of them have weapons, though not sharp ones - nets and such, mostly.