As an aide to king I am under alot of presure, but I thrive. Being the great grandson of two powerful arch Magus. One would think it would give me boost in my position. Sadly one ended up leading the cult agaist Yadmit's imperials. While the other is constantly trying to bring thŕeir traitorous husband back. Even if they had to do it in chains.
Hell she begged me, my very own great grand mother, to buy a set of mana restraint chains. Along with a enslavement collar despite the fact the church and state would hunt me down. Only government institutions of law were allowed to own said equipment.
Like any other time I looked up from my stack of work documents. "Give me the proper papper work. Then we will see." To have my ice cold glare land on the fourth princess Opyna.
Realizing I was reminiscing of what transpired five days ago. The blood drains from my face yet I keep my gaze the same. Since this girl despite scowling has been trying to court me. Her expression changes to a scowl when she saw my glare. " I wished there was such a form to spend one meal with me in the gardens." My eyes glanced over her form to wich I could say for 19 year old single royal this one could be called wild. She wore a leather jerkin with fox fur which she probly hunted. Along with a cow hide kilt, and bracers with sliver filgre. She wore sandals that seemed to increase the show of her supple yet gentle bulk of muscles. Obvious to the walking scandal she is. She gives me a warm yet gentle smile, as if the sun is on the rise. Then sits on love seat off to side.
I do have to say, it is quite nice having this girl around. Compared to everyone else who treat me like a slave because one relative is a traitor. She leans back looking at the roof I spoke, "*sigh* Did your mom and maid give you another speel on how you are not man. To go up and forgot your fancy of the spear. Either way this is not a sanctuary where you hide. Unless you want to be my assistant." I reach into my desk trying to keep a poker face as I pull a folder out.
"Here this is for you. Fill them out, and I will notify the department of contracts." I say as I move to the other love seat. Then place the folder on the table before sitting down.
She reaches over picking it up. Then began to look through the paperwork. Her expression went from pissed to frustrated before she began to shed tears. "Frowson, I am thankful for this opertunity. I must write up a marriage draft over this. Before another wowman figures out your weakness." Her voice emotionally charged with frustration. Over the contract of apprentice ship. Afterall she keeps comming here to complain better to put her to work.
She puts down the folder, and clears her throat before saying whith happiness. "I came not to just relax, but to inform we have 1 year to prepare for war. Against a unknown demonic realm. The squad from the academy failed to breach in time. Luckily we have time, but the strength of the anchor point is both strong and vivid. The grandmaster arcanus is to studdy the otherside. All the while everyone except the king wants you far away from this. " You could hear the guilt leaking into her voice towards the end. Her eyes were facing the ground as she fidgeted with her hair.
While she spoke the suit I'm wearing became a burden. I lost two relatives, and may have more work to do. Writing out how Imperium property taxes will increase inadvance because of this emergency.
*Sigh* " Alright grab a pen I will need your help. Getting these forms done before next week's spring announcements." You meet her eyes after receiving a stack of papers and offer it to her.
With a sly look she rest her chin on her hands." You finally offer me your spear to wield. Why would I refuse, but first help me with a marriage agreement. Only then will I be a duty bound apprentice."
I could hear it now the hell I brought on myself. Yet this hell would be a calculated lose. I sit across from her letting a pregnant pause rest between the two of you. As you straighten the pappers I state with as much authority as possible. "If that's what it requires make sure it remains in the middle of the 1000 odd pages of legal documents." Then you turn your stone face towards her as you prepare for your possible death at the hands of the queen and king.
Despite my unfeeling words her eyes began to glisten with tears, and her cheeks slightly flush. Yet she relaxes slouching slightly then grips the pen like a weapon about to claim it's prize. I try not to flinch at her response to tour surrender. In an upbeat tone she says as she starts writing, " The ceremony will be in a week, and I promise to devote myself fully to be your spear. As well as weild your hand spear in whatever way you ask. Further more I ask to just have more personal time with you Frowson."
Feeling like this may end up in your execution. I began rubbing my temples as I tell her to pass it around. Then began writing the rest of it with her input. Refusing to show any sighn of happiness. It read: Treatise Of Marriage Between, Frowson carpons steward of the people/Opryna sheildmaiden of Yadmit the Fourth beloved Daughter of the Crown.
Under the gaze of Slizeck the ever watchful. We ask the Godess Delara of the joining to twine and weave our tethers of manna together. In hope that we never forget our other half.
I Opryna the Sheildmaiden and Fourth Daughter of the Crown, ask the god of forsight Slizeck to protect the one I am swearing my life to. I ask the Godess of war Aphonnale to bless this conquest, for I have one the siege. I swear spear and manna to weild whatever he wishes me to. I also offer my apologize to the god of knowledge. Kognack for any offense and ask for mercy.
I Frowson Carpons Steward of the People ask the Godess Delara to be bound to this maiden who promises me the world. I swear loyalty to this maiden under the guise she follows her words. Else I ask the goddess of paths Addaclyn to offer another route for our lifes. May we joined fruitful, and bring happiness to one another.
We promise the binding ceremony of delara to join us in marriage to happen a week. Seven days to contemplate and bring to bear our hearts. Under the Imperium's kings watchful gaze. May he find leniency over this slight for rushing his daughter into marriage. For I push this to far off she may wined up dragging me in shackles.
Sighned: Opryna Yadmitt's Fourth Princess , Frowson Caropons
I finally did it the king will have me killed. Was all I could think about as I went about finishing up the other pappers. Even the dread of treason could not stop me from doing my job.
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Jubilation and pure bliss fills my being. I thought I would have to trick that acorn brown haired rougish looking, and stiff handsome Frowson to vist the church. When I asked a priestess who was touring the training grounds about such plot. She said the gods would smite me.
A giddy laugh escapes me, as I help him despite how much I despise paperwork If it's for him tho. I will gladly do it I just have to get through this stack before I can get everything set up. Yet worry over what my father the king will say, so you pray for guidance from Addaclyn with hope.