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Ser Aymeric de Borel ([personal profile] remarkablymodest) wrote in [community profile] xistentia 2018-03-02 05:53 am (UTC)

[ Even for someone with a manor that he usually calls home, he has to admit that this is... excessive. People of the Primus class acted as if it was just a standard affair to have abodes large as a cathedral. If that was the norm, he wasn't sure he wanted to see the land that people who were actually wealthy called their own.

Not that it matters. They'll be free of this world soon. Not soon enough, of course, but he hopes it goes swifter than drag on for the remaining days.
] Of course, [ he says to that, moving away from his wife (also a mental adjustment he'll have to make) and to getting himself ready for bed.

By the time she's finished getting ready, he's already lounging on the overly large bed. His back is propped up against the headboard. He hadn't wanted to get too comfortable without her, you see. His gaze turns to her with a warm smile; unlike most men on their wedding night, he isn't anticipating anything more than what they've already discussed. It wouldn't feel right to besides not with Era injured and exhuasted. For as traditional as he can be, too, he doesn't buy into the one that claims sex is the only way to consummate a marriage.
]

I hope it isn't too soft for you, [ is all he says, knowing her preference for firmer beds. Unfortunately, the population of Panultima seemed to enjoy emulating sleeping on clouds. It was a bizarre trend. ]

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