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13.May.19, 10:08 AM
Rhaedalyn was fascinated with R’nya’s good mood and couldn’t stop from smiling both because of it and the praise he had given her. It felt like compliments were hard to receive most days with Wenon always telling her how to lead and what she should and should not do while the male riders barely seemed able to keep their eyes from rolling when she gave orders or asked them to assist with a task. R’nya, though, never acted like the other men and that was likely why she finally settled into his little golden girl group and eventually found herself in love with the man.
“I’m afraid I can’t help you with prices. Even if I had that sort of knowledge from my time training, that was a long time ago. I was mostly kept in sewing and mending. The Lord Holder had his fabrics dyed by masters at the Hall and shipped to his personal tailor.” They likely thought her too stupid to waste time training her with numbers, though her parents mostly wanted her to study the basics so she could be a better wife material.
She picked up R’nya’s glass and set it with her own on the tray with the food, not so much worried it would be knocked over, but more preparing for their next stages in getting ready for bed. She doubted her mate would want to sleep anytime soon with how excited he was at the new ways to get things to go their way. Eventually she’d get him into bed where they could snuggle and continue chatting before she, at least, fell asleep.
As she glanced at the remnants of their snack, Rhaedalyn couldn’t hold back a giggle. “I just imagined you creating not a Hall, but a cooking class. Can you picture D’hys giving lessons to a group of young ladies, most of which would undoubtedly have a crush on him? He’s been so good to us but I think that might finally be where he draws the line.” She continued giggling, knowing the kind bluerider only had so much patience in the kitchen. How he managed to help her improve so much was still a mystery and he never complained but she suspected he had to be frustrated deep down. She knew how horrible she was in the kitchen. Giving him a group of would be chefs with her skills or less? D’hys may be driven to murder!
“I’m afraid I can’t help you with prices. Even if I had that sort of knowledge from my time training, that was a long time ago. I was mostly kept in sewing and mending. The Lord Holder had his fabrics dyed by masters at the Hall and shipped to his personal tailor.” They likely thought her too stupid to waste time training her with numbers, though her parents mostly wanted her to study the basics so she could be a better wife material.
She picked up R’nya’s glass and set it with her own on the tray with the food, not so much worried it would be knocked over, but more preparing for their next stages in getting ready for bed. She doubted her mate would want to sleep anytime soon with how excited he was at the new ways to get things to go their way. Eventually she’d get him into bed where they could snuggle and continue chatting before she, at least, fell asleep.
As she glanced at the remnants of their snack, Rhaedalyn couldn’t hold back a giggle. “I just imagined you creating not a Hall, but a cooking class. Can you picture D’hys giving lessons to a group of young ladies, most of which would undoubtedly have a crush on him? He’s been so good to us but I think that might finally be where he draws the line.” She continued giggling, knowing the kind bluerider only had so much patience in the kitchen. How he managed to help her improve so much was still a mystery and he never complained but she suspected he had to be frustrated deep down. She knew how horrible she was in the kitchen. Giving him a group of would be chefs with her skills or less? D’hys may be driven to murder!
