[center][h2]Kaivor Igvrius[/h2][sub]Husband of Kendra Riu Bell [@Vesuvius00]
Interacting with: Kendra Riu Bell [@Vesuvius00]][/sub][/center]
Kaivor’s eye twitched ever-so-slightly as Gaelnesh walked away. There was much he had wanted to say, but little enough time to say it. His rational mind told him this was a good thing, that it had been smart of him to offer nothing but a terse nod and some succinct words of gratitude. So, he took long, slow breaths. Finally, he sighed, the twitching ceasing. 

In lieu of a proper guard, he’d brought his oldest brother, Delleck. Dell was younger than he by about thirty years, and the older of his younger two brothers. A good fighter with a thick head, Dell had just enough tact to keep silent while Gaelnesh was present, but not so much as to keep him from voicing his thoughts when he’d gone.

“[b]Fucking prick.[/b]” He muttered, only just audible. Kaivor allowed himself a brief chuckle. Their father had called Gaelnesh all sorts of things, but ‘prick’ was a favorite. “[b]Kai, you lucky bastard.[/b]” Kaivor was a confused for a moment, but it didn’t take him long to understand. He sighed, shot his brother a look, and turned to examine the bride he’d been almost too preoccupied to notice. As he did, the corner of his mouth twitched upwards, something almost resembling a smile. It passed quickly. 

She undid her hair and spoke.

[i][color=9999ff]"I am Kendra Riu Bell, of Haarale."[/color][/i]

[i][color=#8144d6]At least Gaelnesh has good taste,[/color][/i] he thought.

[i][color=9999ff]"and what might I call you, M'lord?"[/color][/i]

[color=#8144d6]“I am Lord Kaivor Igvrius.”[/color] He said, flatly, formally, awkwardly. He, admittedly, hadn’t put much thought into how he’d act around his bride. His father had always been harsh to his brides, but they’d all died almost as soon as they’d given birth. He decided to lighten up, just a bit. [color=#8144d6]“You will take pains to not follow my brother’s example. Never call me Kai.”[/color] The words were commanding, perhaps, but his tone was light. [color=#8144d6]“You may call me ‘Kaivor,’ if you wish. Otherwise, I do believe that ‘Lord Husband’ or ‘Lord Igvrius’ will be fine.”[/color] 

“[b]Well, that’s all well and good.[/b]” Delleck roughly threw his arm around Kaivor’s shoulder. “[b]But, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve a feast to enjoy.[/b]” He let go of Kaivor, turned on his heel, and scampered off to go, most likely, to drink himself into a stupor.  Kaivor sighed in exasperation. 

[color=#8144d6]“Tell me, [i]Kendra[/i].”[/color] Kaivor turned to her, and then looked around at the feast. [color=#8144d6]“Are you hungry?”[/color]

[hider=Summary] Kaivor privately directs some his anti-royal angst at Gaelnesh. He talks with his brother a bit before his bride greets him. Broseph goes off to party, and Kaivor figures that now is as good of a time as any to eat. [/hider]

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[center][h2]Aryll Imaali[/h2][sub]Bride of Zevi Mael[@BlackPanther]
Interacting with: Zevi [@BlackPanther][/sub][/center]
Aryll had begrudgingly left the springs, disappointed that her attempted conversation with the girl who’d stood had been cut short. She did as she was told, and though she felt compelled to tell the guards exactly where they could shove their commands, she didn’t. She couldn’t tell if the desire to resist being overcome by a sense of self-preservation was an actual conflict, or just a repeated pattern of cowardice. 

She struggled with that all the way to the capital, once again retreating inward. She spoke nary a word, only nodding and occasionally grunting in acknowledgement the few times she was directly spoken to by the guards. 

She only really started paying attention to her surroundings when she was yanked out of a line by the younger of the two princes and brought before a younger-looking Drakkan. He was handsome, she had to admit, and he certainly seemed less… severe than some of the other Drakken she’d seen. Still, though, she couldn’t suppress the bitterness that rose in her throat. It burned and she wanted to scream. 

She bit her tongue, and the pain brought her back to reality. She didn’t speak, didn’t look at him. Instead, she kept her eyes trained firmly on the ground. If she spoke, her voice might break, and she wouldn’t let the Drakkan hear that. She clenched her fists, and tried to keep her hands from shaking. It might’ve been out of fear.

[i][color=#8FBC8B]Or anger.[/color][/i]
[hider=Summary]Aryll gets bitter, plays the quiet game with Zevi.[Summary] [/hider]