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.

Comments

[aestrix]

She nods. "Okay! Let me know if you need anything, and um -" She shifts a little. "Please, please stay safe, okay? With the king and the - everything going on. I want you to be okay!"

[come_midnight]

"I'll do my best."

[aestrix]

Little happy smile. "Good!" Then, Zephrys bows, and departs.

[come_midnight]

Iobel writes a letter to each of her parents, and then one to her landlord, explaining what's happened (in more detail to the parents than the landlord; the landlord is only asked to make sure everything's locked up and forward her correspondence).

And then, when that's all done, she tucks them into envelopes to give to Zephrys later, and she goes to dinner still in her wedding dress.

[aestrix]

Edarial is not present.

[royal_pain]

But his brother is.

His feet are on the table, and he's spearing bits of food with a dagger. He's looking just as angry as Iobel saw him last, though not directed at anyone in particular.

[come_midnight]

Iobel gives him a noticeable berth anyway.

(Cricket hisses at him on principle, though.)

[royal_pain]

Zevros doesn't look up from his food-spearing, and wordlessly flips Cricket the bird.

[come_midnight]

Iobel keeps Cricket in her lap for the entirety of dinner, hand-feeding him bits of everything that appeals to him, murmuring to him softly as he denounces everyone at the table in his private language.

[royal_pain]

Food skewer. Food skewer. He's mostly just stabbing things, at this point, it's not even cutting up the food. Just - stab. Stab. Stab.

When he's in a bad mood it does not seem to be subtle.

[come_midnight]

As long as he isn't threatening to stab her, or Cricket, Iobel can just - not interact with him.

She eats quickly and then she picks up Cricket and carries him away.

[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!"