20.Apr.18, 04:11 AM
Jalazmar let out the breath he had been holding since Gabrin left the room. He knew he was boarding on being rude at this point by not saying anything or even looking at his guest but he still wasn’t ready to face the truth that he was about to married to a woman he knew nothing about and actually found himself to be afraid to find out who she was. He had painted such an image of her in his head that he didn’t know if he’d brought her to life or if she could even be worse. It never occurred to him that she might be kind and pretty. Her voice, however, even with the slightest tinge of annoyance gave him some hope as it was actually somewhat lovely.
As he stood, Jalazmar pulled down his shirt to straighten his appearance but he didn’t glance down to ensure he looked perfect for their introductions. He was confident enough that nothing was hanging out that shouldn’t be and while he normally kept a rather casual attitude when it came to appearances anyway, this time he wanted to make sure he seemed in control and pleased with how he looked.
“Lord Jalazmar, of High Reaches Hold,” he answered with his eyes closed and finally opened them as he turned to face his bride. And then he smiled. And laughed. “A pleasure, my Lady. You’re not old! Or fat!” Her breasts seemed fine as well but he somehow managed to keep that thought in check, but only just. It really was a miracle! He had a feeling that his father hadn’t met the lady before agreeing to the marriage because if he was angry enough with him for avoiding his duty for so long, he wouldn’t gift him something nice.
Then again, Gabrin had been the one to bring the woman to him and claimed she was his fiancée.
“Are you really Xyliah? Gabrin didn’t put you up to this, did he? Tell you to pretend to be my wife-to-be?” Either way, he had certainly just left quite the first impression on the woman. He gave her odd compliments and then doubted who she was. But right then, Jalazmar really wasn’t sure what to believe.
As he stood, Jalazmar pulled down his shirt to straighten his appearance but he didn’t glance down to ensure he looked perfect for their introductions. He was confident enough that nothing was hanging out that shouldn’t be and while he normally kept a rather casual attitude when it came to appearances anyway, this time he wanted to make sure he seemed in control and pleased with how he looked.
“Lord Jalazmar, of High Reaches Hold,” he answered with his eyes closed and finally opened them as he turned to face his bride. And then he smiled. And laughed. “A pleasure, my Lady. You’re not old! Or fat!” Her breasts seemed fine as well but he somehow managed to keep that thought in check, but only just. It really was a miracle! He had a feeling that his father hadn’t met the lady before agreeing to the marriage because if he was angry enough with him for avoiding his duty for so long, he wouldn’t gift him something nice.
Then again, Gabrin had been the one to bring the woman to him and claimed she was his fiancée.
“Are you really Xyliah? Gabrin didn’t put you up to this, did he? Tell you to pretend to be my wife-to-be?” Either way, he had certainly just left quite the first impression on the woman. He gave her odd compliments and then doubted who she was. But right then, Jalazmar really wasn’t sure what to believe.