For Good

Bodice slithered without a purpose through the territory. He was finding his life to be quite different than he'd imagined it being. The realization that in two seasons he would be married to Chrysanthe was only just now reaching him. He was set to marry her, to live with her the rest of his life, and to somehow try to love her and bring forth heirs with her. The thought almost made him sick. He knew that Chrysanthe was probably a lovely girl, and would be fitting for him had he not already fallen hopelessly in love with her sister. He knew the minute he saw her he would never be able to forget her tie to Epiphron. He would never be able to separate the two of them in his mind. He knew his father wanted this to happen, and he knew he would never outwardly refuse him, but part of him wished he could somehow wriggle free of this burden. That's certainly no way to think about it, Mav. He would inwardly chastise himself for thinking of it that way. He had to make positive correlations with this, he had to make himself believe that this would be a good thing. He had to.

Tail flickered behind him nervously, restlessly, as he tried to forget the burden that had been laid upon his shoulders. On top of knowing that one day he would rule Seracia, he now had to rule it with a foreign wife at his side. A foreign Queen. What thoughts would she bring to the table, what ideas would she lay at his paws to consider? Would she be demanding, manipulative? Or would she be sweet and tolerant like her sister? Epiphron. Somehow he knew he would always think of her. He'd have to find a way to forget, have to break things off with her so that he could begin anew, begin preparing himself for Chrysanthe. Do it now, now! Maverick pivoted, making his way to leave the territory. He would have to walk nearly all the way across Seracia to leave, as he was stationed near the farthest point from the borders. The ocean bid him goodbye as he made his way, not knowing what his plan was. He couldn't go to Valhalla, and he and Epiphron weren't due to meet for some time. But he couldn't very well wait too long to tell her. What if she found out and decided to be done with him for good?

He didn't know what to do. Life had been so simple a few days ago, it had been so easy before he'd known his fate. He thought loving Epiphron made things complicated, that had only been the beginning. This was the complicated part. He was to marry her sister. The words ceaselessly chanted in his mind, over and over, never giving him any peace. Just how would he explain himself to her, how would he ever make things work now? He'd sworn to figure out how to make her his, and now he would have to give her up, or become like a polygamous bigot and take her as his mate too. Not that he had a chance in hell of that happening. A woman came into his view, and for a moment he was shocked - unaware that he had even been in motion. His paws had obediently carried him without his mind's consent. He had skirted through Seracia, and now found a blackened woman lying in a heap. Her eyes were of gold, glittering in the sunlight, and for a moment he gazed at her. She was truly beautiful, unique in a sense. The boy shook his head, knowing that he should not be oogling her when he had a fianc? and a mistress to deal with already. Hello. He would utter in an awkward - yet polite - tone. Voice had deepened considerably in the past few weeks, and already he felt more a man than he had ever been. Perhaps the new fianc? had attributed to his sudden advancement in age and maturity. Maybe one good thing would come out of this mess that had become his life.

Speech!