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19.Dec.20, 02:34 PM
“What am I if not lazy and wicked?” He knew he could get away with nibbling some more but Yfris sighed and sat up. He was only half into his attempts at seduction anyway. Knowing he had cultivated his persona too well and had everyone easily believing he was lazy and useless was a bit of a buzzkill at times, it seemed. He truly did lack in any skill that people would find useful and he knew he’d rely on other people to run a Hold if someone was stupid enough to put him in charge of one but it was all really becoming obvious now. He wasn’t even marriage material to the woman that dressed as her brother and ran away to a Weyr and accidentally Impressed.
“Trust me, darling, I’m aware I can’t compete with T’ryn. I doubt I would want to anyway. You’re adorable with how in love the two of you are and that’s simply not for me. The marriage would be in title only… and give me a new title, I suppose. Yfris, second son sometimes of Misty Hold and husband to Cazan of gold Malvayth.” It was a good thing his personality was loud enough to keep his own identity strong with that mouthful. The change in status didn’t even truly bother him since he had never taken his duties as seriously as his brother did. But again, he was getting a wakeup call he didn’t want.
“I would never come between the two of you--unless it was sandwiched between you in bed, let’s be honest—and I think even your mother would accept you having a lover out in the open. You are of the Weyr now.”
“Trust me, darling, I’m aware I can’t compete with T’ryn. I doubt I would want to anyway. You’re adorable with how in love the two of you are and that’s simply not for me. The marriage would be in title only… and give me a new title, I suppose. Yfris, second son sometimes of Misty Hold and husband to Cazan of gold Malvayth.” It was a good thing his personality was loud enough to keep his own identity strong with that mouthful. The change in status didn’t even truly bother him since he had never taken his duties as seriously as his brother did. But again, he was getting a wakeup call he didn’t want.
“I would never come between the two of you--unless it was sandwiched between you in bed, let’s be honest—and I think even your mother would accept you having a lover out in the open. You are of the Weyr now.”
