20.Apr.18, 10:10 AM
Jalazmar had learned a lot about Xyliah in the five minutes he had known her. Most importantly, he knew her name which was a wonderful start. He knew she was younger than him by seven years which made him feel pretty damn lucky. He also knew she had a bit of a temper and would speak her mind which meant he wouldn’t be bored with her but she also quickly showed she knew to show respect and knew how to apologise as well. Oh, and she was rather attractive. For an arranged marriage, he was finding it hard to complain.
Considering they were to be husband and wife in a matter of days, Jalazmar didn’t think he was being too forward by taking her trembling hand in one of his while the other went under her chin to lift her gaze back to his. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, Xyliah. Gabrin can be an oaf at times… among other things,” he didn’t want to offend her delicate virgin ears with some of the other things his brother could be but he’d fill her in one day soon. “He enjoys picking on people that he knows will illicit great reactions. You should see my poor dear friend Khoemi of Telgar Hold. Gabrin lives to tease that man. They married sisters and sometimes I wonder if Gabrin did so just to see Khoemi’s reaction.” Gabrin had never come out and admitted to that but Jalazmar knew his brother didn’t like his wife and had a vast playing field. It just sounded like something the man would do.
Jalazmar led Xyliah over to the chair he had been lounging in only minutes earlier and urged her to sit as he knelt before her, still holding her hand. “Are you feeling a bit better, my lady? Would you like some water? Wine?”
Considering they were to be husband and wife in a matter of days, Jalazmar didn’t think he was being too forward by taking her trembling hand in one of his while the other went under her chin to lift her gaze back to his. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, Xyliah. Gabrin can be an oaf at times… among other things,” he didn’t want to offend her delicate virgin ears with some of the other things his brother could be but he’d fill her in one day soon. “He enjoys picking on people that he knows will illicit great reactions. You should see my poor dear friend Khoemi of Telgar Hold. Gabrin lives to tease that man. They married sisters and sometimes I wonder if Gabrin did so just to see Khoemi’s reaction.” Gabrin had never come out and admitted to that but Jalazmar knew his brother didn’t like his wife and had a vast playing field. It just sounded like something the man would do.
Jalazmar led Xyliah over to the chair he had been lounging in only minutes earlier and urged her to sit as he knelt before her, still holding her hand. “Are you feeling a bit better, my lady? Would you like some water? Wine?”