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Ezra Brooks
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"I'm afraid that kings rarely are very kingly," Aedan responded, cupping his free hand over their joined hands, a symbolic show of his will to protect and shelter her. "and this one is far less so than others, but I promise you that while you are within my home, surrounded by men of the North, no harm shall come upon you. As for my own loyality, wife before King." He spoke, the last in a quieter tone, so their treasons could stay between the pair of them. He picked her hand up from the table, pressing a kiss to the back of her knuckles. He ate the rest of his meal in silence, his mind pouring over what it was that Mary had been getting at. Ofcourse he knew that there was some purpose of the meeting, something more than had to do with Weiss. He knew from the moment Mary arrived that there was some purpose of the marriage itself. She was beautiful, young, well mannered. It would have been hardly difficult to find her a husband far younger than he, and though he had no outward ill will towards the king in political affairs, it wasn't as though they were steadfast allies either. He was simply a servant, the last of a house far older than most in this world.
But there was an ominous feeling that hung over the meal, as he but the yoke of his egg, watching the rich yellow liquid run across his plate. He wondered what else there was that lie in Mary's past. A history with the King? Not a romantic history…per se? The ideas whispered in the back of his mind like a slow poison. Surely it wasn't something he could simply let sit without knowing the details. She summed it up, quite briefly in introduction, and rightly, left him to stew on it as he was prone to doing. Aedean wasn't one for rashness or hasty decisions, not when the luxury of a calm mind was afforded him. It was far safer that way, for all involved.
"I would hear what happened between you and the King," Aedan spoke out finally, setting his fork down in the ruined yoke of his eggs, picking up a goblet of water, and taking a drink from it. There was no harshness or anger in him, but simply a tone of question and a need to understand. Knowledge was as much an armor in these days as was steel. He'd not be taken unaware. "Should it come up, I would like to avoid any surprises before the King. "
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"I'm afraid that kings rarely are very kingly," Aedan responded, cupping his free hand over their joined hands, a symbolic show of his will to protect and shelter her. "and this one is far less so than others, but I promise you that while you are within my home, surrounded by men of the North, no harm shall come upon you. As for my own loyality, wife before King." He spoke, the last in a quieter tone, so their treasons could stay between the pair of them. He picked her hand up from the table, pressing a kiss to the back of her knuckles. He ate the rest of his meal in silence, his mind pouring over what it was that Mary had been getting at. Ofcourse he knew that there was some purpose of the meeting, something more than had to do with Weiss. He knew from the moment Mary arrived that there was some purpose of the marriage itself. She was beautiful, young, well mannered. It would have been hardly difficult to find her a husband far younger than he, and though he had no outward ill will towards the king in political affairs, it wasn't as though they were steadfast allies either. He was simply a servant, the last of a house far older than most in this world.
But there was an ominous feeling that hung over the meal, as he but the yoke of his egg, watching the rich yellow liquid run across his plate. He wondered what else there was that lie in Mary's past. A history with the King? Not a romantic history…per se? The ideas whispered in the back of his mind like a slow poison. Surely it wasn't something he could simply let sit without knowing the details. She summed it up, quite briefly in introduction, and rightly, left him to stew on it as he was prone to doing. Aedean wasn't one for rashness or hasty decisions, not when the luxury of a calm mind was afforded him. It was far safer that way, for all involved.
"I would hear what happened between you and the King," Aedan spoke out finally, setting his fork down in the ruined yoke of his eggs, picking up a goblet of water, and taking a drink from it. There was no harshness or anger in him, but simply a tone of question and a need to understand. Knowledge was as much an armor in these days as was steel. He'd not be taken unaware. "Should it come up, I would like to avoid any surprises before the King. "
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