19.Dec.20, 01:34 PM
Damn. Cazan had a point about her brother. He supposed they could live together but Cazelarias would likely end up with some extremely proper and uptight woman that wouldn’t even pretend to go along with their grand scheme. It was a ridiculous option anyway but Yfris crossed it off the mental list of ways to deal with Lady Zanela. And then Cazan was throwing more ice water on his dreams mentioning he would definitely have to work, even if it was just paperwork. He groaned and twisted to bury his face—unpunched side down—against Cazan’s neck, “You are destroying the last hopes I have, Cazzy. I don’t appreciate that.”
He continued to sulk but was contemplating the travel idea that he had toyed with before. His parents wouldn’t mind if he didn’t live with his wife full time since they could use him around the Hold for whatever tickled their fancy that day. And then he was chuckling and gave her neck a little nibble. “You are wicked, my dear. Imagine the power couple we could have been as we ruled a Hold. Both clever, sassy, wicked, and of course, sexy.” Though if he married a man, he really would be moving to a Weyr as he’d be disowned and kicked out of Misty Hold. But a life of being pampered would be nice.
“Shall I work out how to be an ambassador of sorts and work on my penmanship?” Since he was already nibbling, Yfris continued up the neck and gave a light nip to Cazan’s earlobe. “We can be married by the end of the turn and your mother will leave us alone.” It seemed like giving in was the best option and he’d just have to figure out the laziest and easiest way to be her husband after that.
He continued to sulk but was contemplating the travel idea that he had toyed with before. His parents wouldn’t mind if he didn’t live with his wife full time since they could use him around the Hold for whatever tickled their fancy that day. And then he was chuckling and gave her neck a little nibble. “You are wicked, my dear. Imagine the power couple we could have been as we ruled a Hold. Both clever, sassy, wicked, and of course, sexy.” Though if he married a man, he really would be moving to a Weyr as he’d be disowned and kicked out of Misty Hold. But a life of being pampered would be nice.
“Shall I work out how to be an ambassador of sorts and work on my penmanship?” Since he was already nibbling, Yfris continued up the neck and gave a light nip to Cazan’s earlobe. “We can be married by the end of the turn and your mother will leave us alone.” It seemed like giving in was the best option and he’d just have to figure out the laziest and easiest way to be her husband after that.