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10.May.18, 03:49 PM
Jalazmar still hadn’t fully processed everything that had happened since his vows. There had been some laughs and good-natured ribbing between the men of his family, then convincing his wife he wasn’t horrible and they could take their time getting to bed together, and then they spent the entire night having amazing sex not long after thinking Xyliah would burst into tears at any moment. Then being told his dad was dead. It all seemed dream-like as he was certain he couldn’t have lucked out with a beautiful wife that loved sex as much as he did and then lose his father already. While he and Gabrin had come up with theories over what happened, they couldn’t prove anything and had to accept that it was just old age claiming another unsuspecting soul.
He felt kind of detached from the situation and Jalazmar wondered if that made him a horrible person. Of course he was upset he was down one parent and even allowed himself a few tears when he was finally alone to grieve privately, but he wasn’t as distraught as his mother and wondered if he should be. What did Xyliah think of him not being as emotional? In fact, they were still able to laugh the previous night and while it was perhaps a bit more subdued than the first night, they had enjoyed each other well into the night once more. He hoped she didn’t think less of him. He would miss the man but they were never that close and while it had an impact on him, it wasn’t that large of one. Not like with Jaetyn suddenly finding himself with a title and people to lead.
He dutifully helped Xyliah down from the dragon and was about to start the tour of his home off with a grand sweeping gesture to the front entrance but he spotted Azrin making his way to them and Jalazmar instead greeted his brother fondly, feeling a bit guilty for suspecting the man of plotting murder. He still fully believed Jaetyn and Azrin would one day try to kill the other, which was why he ran off to Telgar to see Gabrin, but Jalazmar just couldn’t see Azrin playing such a risky hand when he wasn’t there to control the situation.
Jalazmar gave Xyliah’s hand a light squeeze when it slipped into his and a small smile appeared. He wasn’t sure if she just wanted to touch him or if it was more of a comfort thing since she knew practically no one surrounding them in a place she had never been to. She had such a way with words; a clear voice that demanded attention, and Jalazmar liked that she was now his wife and looked forward to learning what else she was good at and her likes and dislikes.
“Lord Therion isn’t expecting us back right away. He expects us to take our time in grieving and I also plan on tying up any loose ends I’ve left here as well as packing up anything I may need now that I will have my own hold,” instead of loafing off of Gabrin where he hadn’t brought much with him. He wasn’t even sure what he had left here that he’d consider bringing to his new home but he was certain they’d find some knickknacks or mementos that would be nice in their home.
Jalazmar changed from holding Xyliah’s hand to linking arms with her as Azrin had. He didn’t mind his brother doing such a thing to his wife, knowing he was just being friendly and trying to get Xyliah to relax and tell him the stories he wanted to hear as they walked. “Ah, I can’t remember if I told you, but Azrin was the one that suggested the drinks we had that night. He sent a letter saying it would calm nervousness and let us enjoy ourselves,” and boy did they! “What exactly was in it? Perhaps we should all have some tonight before bed after the stress of all of this.”
“Oh, Yanzi,” Jalazmar looked over his shoulder to the maid that he already had learned was also a close friend to Xyliah. He didn’t question it or have any designs to stop it, assuming young women needed friends and it was only natural to make one out of someone you saw day in and out. “Leave the luggage where it is. Someone will be along shortly to bring them to my rooms. I want you to attend us so you know your way around the Hold should Xyliah need anything while here.” They would likely make their way to a sitting room to warm up with fire and drinks before going to his set of rooms but Jalazmar planned on giving a brief tour to show the way to the kitchen and any other area deemed important for the stay.
He felt kind of detached from the situation and Jalazmar wondered if that made him a horrible person. Of course he was upset he was down one parent and even allowed himself a few tears when he was finally alone to grieve privately, but he wasn’t as distraught as his mother and wondered if he should be. What did Xyliah think of him not being as emotional? In fact, they were still able to laugh the previous night and while it was perhaps a bit more subdued than the first night, they had enjoyed each other well into the night once more. He hoped she didn’t think less of him. He would miss the man but they were never that close and while it had an impact on him, it wasn’t that large of one. Not like with Jaetyn suddenly finding himself with a title and people to lead.
He dutifully helped Xyliah down from the dragon and was about to start the tour of his home off with a grand sweeping gesture to the front entrance but he spotted Azrin making his way to them and Jalazmar instead greeted his brother fondly, feeling a bit guilty for suspecting the man of plotting murder. He still fully believed Jaetyn and Azrin would one day try to kill the other, which was why he ran off to Telgar to see Gabrin, but Jalazmar just couldn’t see Azrin playing such a risky hand when he wasn’t there to control the situation.
Jalazmar gave Xyliah’s hand a light squeeze when it slipped into his and a small smile appeared. He wasn’t sure if she just wanted to touch him or if it was more of a comfort thing since she knew practically no one surrounding them in a place she had never been to. She had such a way with words; a clear voice that demanded attention, and Jalazmar liked that she was now his wife and looked forward to learning what else she was good at and her likes and dislikes.
“Lord Therion isn’t expecting us back right away. He expects us to take our time in grieving and I also plan on tying up any loose ends I’ve left here as well as packing up anything I may need now that I will have my own hold,” instead of loafing off of Gabrin where he hadn’t brought much with him. He wasn’t even sure what he had left here that he’d consider bringing to his new home but he was certain they’d find some knickknacks or mementos that would be nice in their home.
Jalazmar changed from holding Xyliah’s hand to linking arms with her as Azrin had. He didn’t mind his brother doing such a thing to his wife, knowing he was just being friendly and trying to get Xyliah to relax and tell him the stories he wanted to hear as they walked. “Ah, I can’t remember if I told you, but Azrin was the one that suggested the drinks we had that night. He sent a letter saying it would calm nervousness and let us enjoy ourselves,” and boy did they! “What exactly was in it? Perhaps we should all have some tonight before bed after the stress of all of this.”
“Oh, Yanzi,” Jalazmar looked over his shoulder to the maid that he already had learned was also a close friend to Xyliah. He didn’t question it or have any designs to stop it, assuming young women needed friends and it was only natural to make one out of someone you saw day in and out. “Leave the luggage where it is. Someone will be along shortly to bring them to my rooms. I want you to attend us so you know your way around the Hold should Xyliah need anything while here.” They would likely make their way to a sitting room to warm up with fire and drinks before going to his set of rooms but Jalazmar planned on giving a brief tour to show the way to the kitchen and any other area deemed important for the stay.
