>>5681059>>5680960>>5680862>>5680851>>5680850 “Nothing comes for free,” you say sternly, none-too-eager to become eternal financier to a lazy and stagnating dark elf vassal.
“Of course,” Jazkarmel says, smiling slightly and leaning back as if she already knows what is coming next.
“…But Wevenore has rendered aid to my kingdom, and I shall render it in kind to King Solinsyr. The war has generated profits, and I promise that some of these spoils will find their way to your race in turn.”
“Tell the Ambassador, not me,” Jazkarmel says wryly, but her smile broadens.
“Why are you so pleased?” The Archer asks, raising an eyebrow. “You are no fan of you almost-fiancé, last I checked.”
Jazkarmel scoffs, and slaps playfully at her lover’s back.
“I don’t care what riches he furnishes his bedchamber with, Olu,” she says to him. “Only that I get to do the same with MINE. And speaking of which…”
You take the hint, taking Ekaterine’s hand and beginning. It HAS been a long journey, and a long day. Ekaterine’s sleep schedule has been erratic, you noticed, without sunrise or sunset to regulate it; having been born and raised in the darkness below, you have no such trouble, and you know you are due your torpor. You will stay here another day—Jazkarmel’s comments throughout your little ‘dinner date’ summit drew your attention to how disheveled you and your company have become, and you have no intent to return to Bloodrise looking like some scruffy, mud-encrusted vagabonds. For now, though, you will rest.
With whom, though? Ekaterine seems to be a bit more at ease now, it’s true… But this environment is still a hostile one by its very nature to one such as her, and you cannot imagine leaving her alone among the somewhat xenophobic Drow soldiery will do much to mitigate that. The Novice Fleshweaver’s insecurities and suspicions surrounding the Human Princess will only grow if you don’t allot her time as well, though…
Ugh, polygamy is difficult, doubly so when your mates are not especially close . Why did nobody warn you?
