"They've been trying for two years, you know. Bullying me." And it had worked too, that and the threat of war. "I think I must have met almost every eligible woman in the Eleven Kingdoms by now, from ten to thirty. Ten! Everyone fails to realize my criteria isn't simply a body. I might need some tips and tricks from you--although I don't think it's my honor their concerned about. I'm not sure how much longer I can avoid them. Although hiding does help." Kelson helped himself to a bit of food, making a point to look like he was thoroughly enjoying the party when passersby were watching.
"I'm sure there will be a time when we're both forced to do our duty," he really did not want too, " but I will have a Queen by my side who is worthy of that crown. I do hope you are accorded the same honor. Would you believe they tried to get me to marry one of the dullest women in Gwynedd? If the purpose of this joining really is heirs, what's the point of that? So we can have dull children?" Kelson was still a little irritated at that one. He had though at least some had understood his criteria. A choice few. Because the rest? Would never understand. The rest had simply argued that the order of things didn't matter. And if he accidentally deflowered some more princess at least they'd have a queen.
Kelson laughed softly, "Most of those disasters occurred at my coronation already. The tone has been set. Besides, I think they can moan and sigh all they want. I think those who know me wont be surprised, and those who will? Don't really have much choice in the matter. You can still steer your council, princess. You just have to remind them who and what you are." It just had to be delicate work. More delicate work with a woman. With council and laws most certainly against her.
He looked her up and down again. "Your clothing and hair? Not at all. Only if you do. And only if you are not capable of getting out of the way in the event of an emergency. I hardly think fashion is worth dying for. Do you dislike it?"
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"I'm sure there will be a time when we're both forced to do our duty," he really did not want too, " but I will have a Queen by my side who is worthy of that crown. I do hope you are accorded the same honor. Would you believe they tried to get me to marry one of the dullest women in Gwynedd? If the purpose of this joining really is heirs, what's the point of that? So we can have dull children?" Kelson was still a little irritated at that one. He had though at least some had understood his criteria. A choice few. Because the rest? Would never understand. The rest had simply argued that the order of things didn't matter. And if he accidentally deflowered some more princess at least they'd have a queen.
Kelson laughed softly, "Most of those disasters occurred at my coronation already. The tone has been set. Besides, I think they can moan and sigh all they want. I think those who know me wont be surprised, and those who will? Don't really have much choice in the matter. You can still steer your council, princess. You just have to remind them who and what you are." It just had to be delicate work. More delicate work with a woman. With council and laws most certainly against her.
He looked her up and down again. "Your clothing and hair? Not at all. Only if you do. And only if you are not capable of getting out of the way in the event of an emergency. I hardly think fashion is worth dying for. Do you dislike it?"