27.Mar.21, 06:30 AM
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B’jin murmured sleepily as he curled into R’nd’s warm body, caressing touches tinged with laziness and soft kisses. Nuzzling R’nd’s neck, B’jin rested his cheek against his mate’s shoulder, legs tangled and hand gently resting on the bluerider’s stomach. “I realised something the other day,” B’jin said softly, his voice as lazy and sated as his movements. The candles had burned down low, but the glowstones kept things lit well enough. He shifted his head, gaze lifting to look at R’nd from his comfortable perch of head on shoulder.
“Since Larnell abdicated, that means Malarid will be next, right?” B’jin didn’t really wait for R’nd to answer his question as he shifted again, folding his hands over R’nd’s shoulder and leaning up to peer down at the bluerider, eyebrows furrowed slightly and head tilted just a little to one side. “Do you think they’ll keep the betrothal between him and Amorandii?” B’jin was genuinely concerned it would be cut; after all, Amorandii was only the daughter of a dragonrider – and not even a politically influenced one. It wasn’t like B’jin was a bronzerider or even a brownrider. He was just a greenrider, and he had no illusions about what Holders tended to think of them.
While B’jin had never gotten a straight answer out of Amorandii about her opinion on the betrothal, but he knew she – at the very least – loved being a lady and a private assistant to her aunt and Lady Amarilla. The prospect that her future held her as the Lady a Hold, even a minor one, was no doubt something she would be vibrating excitedly about; to have that taken away because B’jin wasn’t a prestigious enough father was rather disheartening. The resentment his precious daughter could potentially hold against him if that happened made B’jin’s stomach feel like ice.
“She’d make an amazing Lady,” B’jin said softly, pouting slightly as he laid down once more, cuddling against R’nd with a sigh.