There was always some hot-blooded noblewoman intent on making herself a comfortable situation. Frankie could recall this quite well, up until the point he had them all in some degree of tears, or they gave him a swift slap across the cheek. Chuckling to himself, he’d recall how he more often played it for sport than the desire for anything carnal, or maker, feelings.
[color=#c14700]“Just… Always have a good healer in your pocket. Women are troublesome, the right one worth it - of course - but still, one must protect themselves.”[/color] Though with the young man doubting the legitimacy of their affections, the King could only nod. [color=#c14700]“That, I’m afraid, is part of the course. You’ll learn to distinguish if it’s genuine or not. It takes practice.” [/color]
He cupped his glass, enjoying the comforting heat of the rekindled hearth. God’s, why did they have to settle somewhere so bleak as Ferelden? Why did he have to offer his eldest as their prospective Queen? Ruling and ruling with a fair and just hand was never so bloody infuriating when it came to the intricacies of family and the balance of power. Too soon Garryn would experience what he was currently wrestling with. Marrying a child off to a distant land.
While in most large-scale negotiations, he remained a voice of calm resolve, only fools trifled with Antiva. Revenge would be swift on the heels of any plot against his family should opportunists attempt to. His wife may appear to be the obvious threat, given her magical abilities, but the mind of Francesco Campan was wild and creative if unleashed.
This wasn’t the place for dark thoughts, however, not in the company of an ally and growing friendship. Raising his brows, the Antivan looked puzzled. [color=#c14700]“You mean to tell me you’ve all been living under canvas the majority of this time?”[/color] The lines around his eyes deepend, and scowling Francesco shook his head. [color=#c14700]“Bloody Ferelden slackers,”[/color] he muttered, blaming the Dog-Lords inaction before the dwarves lacking location. The Wilds were nearby, but only idiots would trifle and court the witches who dwelt there's wrath.
[color=#c14700]“Just… Always have a good healer in your pocket. Women are troublesome, the right one worth it - of course - but still, one must protect themselves.”[/color] Though with the young man doubting the legitimacy of their affections, the King could only nod. [color=#c14700]“That, I’m afraid, is part of the course. You’ll learn to distinguish if it’s genuine or not. It takes practice.” [/color]
He cupped his glass, enjoying the comforting heat of the rekindled hearth. God’s, why did they have to settle somewhere so bleak as Ferelden? Why did he have to offer his eldest as their prospective Queen? Ruling and ruling with a fair and just hand was never so bloody infuriating when it came to the intricacies of family and the balance of power. Too soon Garryn would experience what he was currently wrestling with. Marrying a child off to a distant land.
While in most large-scale negotiations, he remained a voice of calm resolve, only fools trifled with Antiva. Revenge would be swift on the heels of any plot against his family should opportunists attempt to. His wife may appear to be the obvious threat, given her magical abilities, but the mind of Francesco Campan was wild and creative if unleashed.
This wasn’t the place for dark thoughts, however, not in the company of an ally and growing friendship. Raising his brows, the Antivan looked puzzled. [color=#c14700]“You mean to tell me you’ve all been living under canvas the majority of this time?”[/color] The lines around his eyes deepend, and scowling Francesco shook his head. [color=#c14700]“Bloody Ferelden slackers,”[/color] he muttered, blaming the Dog-Lords inaction before the dwarves lacking location. The Wilds were nearby, but only idiots would trifle and court the witches who dwelt there's wrath.
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