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26.Feb.14, 02:42 PM
Khoemi was drunk. The good kind of drunk, where everything was wonderful and fun and amazing, and a smile was glued to his lips as he stumbled from the pub he had been celebrating in with a few of his closest friends: Serraquil had confirmed her pregnancy and Khoemi was thrilled. He was even okay with Serraquil’s quiet and hesitating question, wondering if it would be improper that she hoped the child might be a girl. With two young toddler sons, Khoemi was quite fine with the woman dreaming after a daughter, if that was what she wanted.
To be fair, Khoemi would likely have done whatever Lady Serraquil wanted, if it kept her happy and wrapped up in the belief that Khoemi adored and loved her. That wasn’t to say he didn’t, really, for he had come to care for the woman quite a bit in the time since they had been married. But with the bastard Gabrin breathing down his neck once more, Khoemi had become increasingly aware of why he had thrown himself at the first single woman that came into sight, and was even more determined to convince both himself, and everyone else, that he’d been in love with her for years.
In reality, he was quite aware that it had been Serraquil who had been pining after, if not him, than someone to woo her and give her the family she had been raised to expect. He supposed, since doing that for her, she would probably turn a blind eye to most indiscretion on his part. Not that Khoemi had any desire to do any such thing, of course! All the same, he knew Serraquil had nothing up her sleeve to complain about, in regards to himself. He was a perfect gentleman in public, a doting father when the mood struck him or an audience was visible (not that he didn’t adore the boys, but toddlers had a tendency to be loud, and ask so many questions!) and he had never raised his hand to her. What more could a woman want in her husband?
And now, if she were lucky, he would also have given her a daughter to dote upon while the boys grew up into strapping young men. Life was quite perfect, really.
Which was exactly why the drunken Khoemi was marching up to the front door of the large house Gabrin and his wife were occupying while they visited her family. Khoemi wasn’t sure if the house was something Gabrin had purchased, or if it were part of his wife’s dowry, but it was a fairly impressive looking place, especially for a couple who so rarely lived in it. Not as nice as the house he lived in with Serraquil, of course, when they were not guesting directly with the Lord. But then, Khoemi was pretty sure everything he had was better than what Gabrin had. That was why he had even brought the bastard a present.
Smiling crookedly, Khoemi let himself into the house and kicked the cat aside lazily, ignoring the indignant look he was given as he stumbled down the hall, knocked over something that smashed and was probably expensive – while muttering a drunken and somewhat loud ‘whoops’ that was laced with laughter – and continued on. While he did not care in the slightest if he woke Gabrin (for it was quite late, or was it early?) Khoemi did not really want to wake the wife or child – assuming they were not still cooing over Serraquil. Suddenly deciding that was where they would be, Khoemi’s expression broke into a wicked grin.
“Gabrin, you lazy bastard, wake up!”
Loud, drunk and unapologetic, Khoemi’s voice bellowed down the hall, and was followed by the crash of something else being knocked over.
To be fair, Khoemi would likely have done whatever Lady Serraquil wanted, if it kept her happy and wrapped up in the belief that Khoemi adored and loved her. That wasn’t to say he didn’t, really, for he had come to care for the woman quite a bit in the time since they had been married. But with the bastard Gabrin breathing down his neck once more, Khoemi had become increasingly aware of why he had thrown himself at the first single woman that came into sight, and was even more determined to convince both himself, and everyone else, that he’d been in love with her for years.
In reality, he was quite aware that it had been Serraquil who had been pining after, if not him, than someone to woo her and give her the family she had been raised to expect. He supposed, since doing that for her, she would probably turn a blind eye to most indiscretion on his part. Not that Khoemi had any desire to do any such thing, of course! All the same, he knew Serraquil had nothing up her sleeve to complain about, in regards to himself. He was a perfect gentleman in public, a doting father when the mood struck him or an audience was visible (not that he didn’t adore the boys, but toddlers had a tendency to be loud, and ask so many questions!) and he had never raised his hand to her. What more could a woman want in her husband?
And now, if she were lucky, he would also have given her a daughter to dote upon while the boys grew up into strapping young men. Life was quite perfect, really.
Which was exactly why the drunken Khoemi was marching up to the front door of the large house Gabrin and his wife were occupying while they visited her family. Khoemi wasn’t sure if the house was something Gabrin had purchased, or if it were part of his wife’s dowry, but it was a fairly impressive looking place, especially for a couple who so rarely lived in it. Not as nice as the house he lived in with Serraquil, of course, when they were not guesting directly with the Lord. But then, Khoemi was pretty sure everything he had was better than what Gabrin had. That was why he had even brought the bastard a present.
Smiling crookedly, Khoemi let himself into the house and kicked the cat aside lazily, ignoring the indignant look he was given as he stumbled down the hall, knocked over something that smashed and was probably expensive – while muttering a drunken and somewhat loud ‘whoops’ that was laced with laughter – and continued on. While he did not care in the slightest if he woke Gabrin (for it was quite late, or was it early?) Khoemi did not really want to wake the wife or child – assuming they were not still cooing over Serraquil. Suddenly deciding that was where they would be, Khoemi’s expression broke into a wicked grin.
“Gabrin, you lazy bastard, wake up!”
Loud, drunk and unapologetic, Khoemi’s voice bellowed down the hall, and was followed by the crash of something else being knocked over.
