He gave a slow tilt of hid head. He wasn't exactly meaning to take her off guard. Were not all nobles the same? Men had connections, could host marriages and engagements and...
He stiffened.
Oh.
Her thoughts went to....
Well, he supposed it wouldn't matter who ended up as his next wife. A Serenian would give the whole country the middle finger....
And she wasn't bad to look at. Maybe she'd atleast be good I'm bed. He'd kept himself mostly untouched since his wife's passing....
But He'd mourn that forever.
And would die alone for her if he could.
But here he was.
Alive.
Still in the damn politics game.
And he owed his life to a Serenian.
"That would be your own choice of sentence "
There were, of course, worse options , he imagined. Older,vulgar men...
If she cared for looks, atleast he was of good stock, a sturdy bloodline.
Purely Connlaothian.
And he was... not exactly the best husband material but he'd be fair enough if she were owed it