07.Aug.13, 09:40 AM
"Ah, now you've left me rather confused, dear Kira," Warkhim drawled. Her waffling between commitment to Falon and a desire to improve her own standing was entertaining at least, and the tall man thoughtfully placed his chin on his knuckles. When her gaze flickered to the Library's exit he suppressed a miserly frown. "Perhaps you should confront Falon directly before bringing this up with your family, just to work out a few kinks. It sounds like you haven't entirely settled on decided on a plan of action."
Though she conceded the necessity of his assistance (stumbling on every damn word) Warkhim considered the ramifications of his sponsorship. From his brief stint of spying on Falon, the healer boy seemed decidedly harmless, but a man scorned could become violent, deadly even, under the right circumstances. On top of that, he had no knowledge of Kira's father, Moran, and that could prove to be an equally crippling misstep. More research was required.
Warkhim blinked twice and smiled, an awkward baring of his teeth, before saying, "I would be happy to facilitate a discussion between Falon and yourself, should you require it, but let's keep your family out of it for a little while longer." Reorganizing the papers on his desk, the archivist briefly tidied the wooden surface before laying his laced fingers atop the lowborn's family tree.
"In the meantime, you can answer me two puzzling questions. One: what aspect of Falon's previous relationship is the most insurmountable to you?" He had a hunch it was the perception of his infidelity more than the resultant child, but women were strange, simple-minded creatures when it came to secrets. "Two: if you really are committed to moving forward with a superior marriage, what are you hoping to accomplish?" The little drudge didn't strike him as purely power-hungry, but he could see her working hard for money. All women were whores for the right price and, though he didn't verbalize it, Warkhim would have an easier time making her a mistress than a proper lady wife.
Though she conceded the necessity of his assistance (stumbling on every damn word) Warkhim considered the ramifications of his sponsorship. From his brief stint of spying on Falon, the healer boy seemed decidedly harmless, but a man scorned could become violent, deadly even, under the right circumstances. On top of that, he had no knowledge of Kira's father, Moran, and that could prove to be an equally crippling misstep. More research was required.
Warkhim blinked twice and smiled, an awkward baring of his teeth, before saying, "I would be happy to facilitate a discussion between Falon and yourself, should you require it, but let's keep your family out of it for a little while longer." Reorganizing the papers on his desk, the archivist briefly tidied the wooden surface before laying his laced fingers atop the lowborn's family tree.
"In the meantime, you can answer me two puzzling questions. One: what aspect of Falon's previous relationship is the most insurmountable to you?" He had a hunch it was the perception of his infidelity more than the resultant child, but women were strange, simple-minded creatures when it came to secrets. "Two: if you really are committed to moving forward with a superior marriage, what are you hoping to accomplish?" The little drudge didn't strike him as purely power-hungry, but he could see her working hard for money. All women were whores for the right price and, though he didn't verbalize it, Warkhim would have an easier time making her a mistress than a proper lady wife.