>>5629740“No,” you hastily raise your voice to banish the thought. “No, I think… You make a lot more sssensse than you give yoursself credit for, Eka. Thiss world iss broken. It isss up to those like USSS to fixx it.”
The princess smiles at your peculiar diminutive for her name, and at your echoing of her own idealism.
“Mister Long… Rather, Wang…”
She reaches out, and places a hand upon yours, and seems to want to say something… But then withdraws it sheepishly, glancing at the guards and tilting her head apologetically.
“I am quite glad I met you,” she says. “You have… My life is much more interesting, with you in it.”
“Then marry me.”
Ekaterine’s face sccrunches up, and she laughs, but not mean-spiritedly.
“That’s… Not entirely my decision, in truth, is it?”
Indeed, it’s not. Her elder brothers, and her father, will determine that. As with The Novice Fleshweaver, your (other? truer? greater?) love, you are placed in a position where your breeding rights are blockaded by a wall of caste and political circumstance. However, you are the DRAGONBORN ANTIPALADIN. You have yet to meet a wall you could not bring crashing down, and this will be no exception.
