[ He blinks, staring at Basch with wide eyes. There was so much to unpack there. He’d known marriage was to be his fate one day - he was too dangerous to keep around, now that Miklan was staged to inherit. There was no longer a need for a spare, and his continued presence would only be a problem. But he hadn’t realized there’d been a marriage already in the works - or to who.
He’d hoped wherever he ended up would at least be tolerable, but from what Basch had described, that sounded unlikely. As for here… ]
Wait, we’ve met? What did we talk about?
[ He’s usually got a better memory for faces than that. ]
no subject
He’d hoped wherever he ended up would at least be tolerable, but from what Basch had described, that sounded unlikely. As for here… ]
Wait, we’ve met? What did we talk about?
[ He’s usually got a better memory for faces than that. ]