And So It Ends
04-29-2013, 11:07 AM
He felt silly, foolish, as if he were a mere pup again. He'd always tried to to think of himself as a man, particularly after he'd turned one. But now he felt like he was yet to be weaned. A sigh threatened to slip from slightly parted lips, but he choked it back, forcing a smile upon his face. This wasn't her fault, and if he was going to live with this woman, he needed to learn to appreciate her. She seemed pleased to meet him, was she hiding pain like he was? Or was she truly eager to meet her betrothed? What wolf in their right mind would be glad about this? He tried not to think about his future wife's sanity. "It's good to meet you as well, I'm afraid I have only heard bits and pieces about you, it will be nice to fill in the gaps." He knew very little of his wife-to-be, only really that she was beta of Valhalla and that she was Epiphron's sister. Try as he may he would need to keep that little detail unheard, at least at first. Chrysanthe need not know how he pined for her very sister. No one needed to know that. He watched her step forward, and offered no sign of displeasure over the movement. "I don't mind at all, I had wanted to meet you as well." He had thought about going to Valhalla a few times, but was still a bit too afraid of Syrinx's wrath to actually make the trip. He knew that Syrinx would not be able to harm him since the alliance and the betrothal were in place, but something wasn't right with that man.. and Maverick didn't fancy spending any more time with him than necessary. Not to mention Epiphron also lived in Valhalla, and he couldn't risk seeing her whilst looking for her sister. "It was quite the surprise. Father had talked of an alliance with Valhalla, but I never dreamed it would include a marriage. I suppose that's just the way things are done, though." He tried to sound upbeat about it, tried to sound as if it wasn't the very thing that might ruin his future, but he was sure some hollowness must have resounded in his voice. Still, the boy believed he'd done a fair job at masking the pain inside. "Oh please, come in. You are welcome anytime. I don't know if you are aware or not, but these lands only recently became our home. I trust that word got to your leader of our migration?" She must have known of the move, since she'd made the trek here without difficulty. Still, it would be a good subject of conversation to hopefully break the ice between the future husband and wife. He pivoted to allow her to cross the border, wondering if he ought to give her a tour of her soon-to-be home. What was it, only a season until their wedding? Only a season until they were married in Valhalla and then returned to Seracia to live out their days in wedded harmony. He wondered if harmony would ever be possible. "speeeeech" |