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05.Apr.18, 04:21 PM
The dark polished surface of Therion's large desk reflected the bronze form of Chanson, who sat upon it, watching his master's quill move back and forth. The Lord Holder looked up and smiled at him before turning his attention back to his writing. He'd had dinner with two of his minor holders who had made some interesting proposals, and he didn't want to forget what they had said before he had a chance to ponder their suggestions.
The evening was quiet and a soft breeze wafted through the open window. During the day, he could hardly think with all the hammering and banging and shouting echoing through the caverns of the Hold. But unfortunately, the redecorating of his private chambers was necessary due to his upcoming marriage. He didn't want Kaylira to be intimidated by reminders of the woman who had shared his life since before she had even been born.
All traces of his beloved Alstrina had been removed from not only his rooms but the entire Hold. It almost seemed as if he was trying to erase her existence, which was what his daughter had accused him of. However, it was not like that at all. She would always live on within his heart. But he was beginning a new phase in his life and he wanted his new wife to be happy.
He was letting Kaylira and his mother handle the renovations. Therion had not even checked on the progress, preferring to wait until everything was done. He generally didn't like surprises, but in this case, he was content to let his betrothed do as she wished without his interference. His mother would keep her in check and give her advice. It was important that Kaylira feel like she belonged in what would soon be her new home.
Therion was sleeping in one of the guest rooms now in an area that was reserved for the Lords of the other major Holds whenever they had business with him. In another part of the Hold, three more guest rooms were currently in use, two by the holders he had dined with and one by the woman who would be marrying the youngest son of the Lord of High Reaches at the end of next month, a match that he had suggested himself.
A knock on the door to his anteroom brought him out of his thoughts and he heard his manservant open it. A moment later, he stepped into Therion's office and informed him that Xyliah was here to see him. He hadn't expected to meet her until breakfast the following morning, but he told the servant to send her in. The Lord Holder remained seated as she entered, and he smiled politely at her effusive greeting. “You are most welcome,” he replied. “I trust that you find your accommodations satisfactory?”
The evening was quiet and a soft breeze wafted through the open window. During the day, he could hardly think with all the hammering and banging and shouting echoing through the caverns of the Hold. But unfortunately, the redecorating of his private chambers was necessary due to his upcoming marriage. He didn't want Kaylira to be intimidated by reminders of the woman who had shared his life since before she had even been born.
All traces of his beloved Alstrina had been removed from not only his rooms but the entire Hold. It almost seemed as if he was trying to erase her existence, which was what his daughter had accused him of. However, it was not like that at all. She would always live on within his heart. But he was beginning a new phase in his life and he wanted his new wife to be happy.
He was letting Kaylira and his mother handle the renovations. Therion had not even checked on the progress, preferring to wait until everything was done. He generally didn't like surprises, but in this case, he was content to let his betrothed do as she wished without his interference. His mother would keep her in check and give her advice. It was important that Kaylira feel like she belonged in what would soon be her new home.
Therion was sleeping in one of the guest rooms now in an area that was reserved for the Lords of the other major Holds whenever they had business with him. In another part of the Hold, three more guest rooms were currently in use, two by the holders he had dined with and one by the woman who would be marrying the youngest son of the Lord of High Reaches at the end of next month, a match that he had suggested himself.
A knock on the door to his anteroom brought him out of his thoughts and he heard his manservant open it. A moment later, he stepped into Therion's office and informed him that Xyliah was here to see him. He hadn't expected to meet her until breakfast the following morning, but he told the servant to send her in. The Lord Holder remained seated as she entered, and he smiled politely at her effusive greeting. “You are most welcome,” he replied. “I trust that you find your accommodations satisfactory?”
