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19.Aug.13, 12:56 PM
It was completely unsurprising that Kira refused Warkhim's offer to assist with informing her betrothed that the engagement was irrevocably off, but it came as something of a shock to the Archivist that the reasoning behind her sudden change of heart had nothing to do with the man himself: it was the child. Warkhim slouched to one side of his chair, idly glancing at his fingernails but intently listening as Kira explained (in that atrocious stutter) her feelings about the current situation.
"It is possible," he began, casually arching at eyebrow, "that Falon promised to wait until you were ready to bear more children with him. From my perspective, he never promised that he wasn't ready at some point prior, or that he didn't want to be a father, but was simply patient enough to wait for your consent. Little Faellin appears to be a white lie of omission, nothing more. Beside that, maybe he's content with just one brat scampering around the Hold."
What woman wanted to wait to bear children? They were a female's best chance at climbing the ranks at Telgar, particularly if one managed to get herself pregnant by a powerful member of Derrigan's family. Bastards were valuable commodities despite their frequent appearances in the blood line, and more than one had dragged his mother up from the dreary depths in a show of gratitude for ensuring a half-pedigree birth. Most of the lowborn women acted as slightly better advisers, as much as a woman could be, at least, than the airheaded bluebloods too mummified by lace and silk to formulate a weighty thought.
As far as her trust issues and blatant, if justified, lack of confidence went, Warkhim found that subject far more interesting to address. He shrugged at Kira, saying, "It would only bring them as much honor as you chose to give them in return. Gift them with nothing they don't deserve, and it sounds like they deserve very little of your generosity."
Warkhim sneered, heaving a sigh at the thought of disrespectful families, though if there was a smidgen of sympathy evident on his face, it was purely accidental. He frequently concluded that he should have finished smothering his brother all those turns ago, and rid himself of his parents while he was at it. Kira may have been a small step up from the dirt under his feet, but even he could understand a meddling family bent on ruining her life. It seemed they were all designed to be a perpetual thorn in one's side.
"Let them hate you then. You'll be happier without them, especially if you decide against Falon and choose someone of a higher station. Once you're wed, you can leave them in the cesspools of Telgar for all it will matter to you." Warkhim snarled, "Remember, Kira, you don't owe them a fucking thing. This is your life, and we can make it whatever you want it to be."
"It is possible," he began, casually arching at eyebrow, "that Falon promised to wait until you were ready to bear more children with him. From my perspective, he never promised that he wasn't ready at some point prior, or that he didn't want to be a father, but was simply patient enough to wait for your consent. Little Faellin appears to be a white lie of omission, nothing more. Beside that, maybe he's content with just one brat scampering around the Hold."
What woman wanted to wait to bear children? They were a female's best chance at climbing the ranks at Telgar, particularly if one managed to get herself pregnant by a powerful member of Derrigan's family. Bastards were valuable commodities despite their frequent appearances in the blood line, and more than one had dragged his mother up from the dreary depths in a show of gratitude for ensuring a half-pedigree birth. Most of the lowborn women acted as slightly better advisers, as much as a woman could be, at least, than the airheaded bluebloods too mummified by lace and silk to formulate a weighty thought.
As far as her trust issues and blatant, if justified, lack of confidence went, Warkhim found that subject far more interesting to address. He shrugged at Kira, saying, "It would only bring them as much honor as you chose to give them in return. Gift them with nothing they don't deserve, and it sounds like they deserve very little of your generosity."
Warkhim sneered, heaving a sigh at the thought of disrespectful families, though if there was a smidgen of sympathy evident on his face, it was purely accidental. He frequently concluded that he should have finished smothering his brother all those turns ago, and rid himself of his parents while he was at it. Kira may have been a small step up from the dirt under his feet, but even he could understand a meddling family bent on ruining her life. It seemed they were all designed to be a perpetual thorn in one's side.
"Let them hate you then. You'll be happier without them, especially if you decide against Falon and choose someone of a higher station. Once you're wed, you can leave them in the cesspools of Telgar for all it will matter to you." Warkhim snarled, "Remember, Kira, you don't owe them a fucking thing. This is your life, and we can make it whatever you want it to be."
