Was it always so empty? Even when your parents were here with you?
[ In her mind, the Borels were his parents. Thordan and his mistress may have been the ones who brought Aymeric into the world, but they were not the ones that gave him home and love. Even then, she knows that Aymeric has always felt something for his late-birth father. That reason alone is why she will not speak in detail of how the battle with Thordan went.
Her ears lay down ever so slightly underneath her hat. It seems such a lonely life, but, perhaps it was more of an intimate familial relationship then. She turns to cast her gaze over the sitting room once more. It is clear that the manor had been designed for a family larger than just one son... had the Borels been unable to have a child of their own? Had they lost their heir in the war of the dragons?
In the end, she supposes it may not matter much. Aymeric was certainly a blessing to the Borels, and saw him no different than a child of their own bloodlines. She feels that perhaps he inherited more than names, titles, and a home from them. Something far more precious and deep. Yet, she would need to come to understand the Borels better to be certain. Especially if she is to marry into their family legacy.
Alkaid turns back to him and nods quietly to his next statement. Of course, he had already once said that he more than welcomed sharing his room with her. Part of her simply cannot help but wonder what will change now that they are betrothed. She would hope nothing, but, that small part of her feels as if it would be best to act as one of his culture should. The minor debate within her settles upon that notion, knowing that he would say he desires something, but ultimately would act on the more traditional.
She reaches forward to squeezes his hand gently. ]
Then, I will see you at dinner--and let K'thisru know to be on her way as soon as she can.
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[ In her mind, the Borels were his parents. Thordan and his mistress may have been the ones who brought Aymeric into the world, but they were not the ones that gave him home and love. Even then, she knows that Aymeric has always felt something for his late-birth father. That reason alone is why she will not speak in detail of how the battle with Thordan went.
Her ears lay down ever so slightly underneath her hat. It seems such a lonely life, but, perhaps it was more of an intimate familial relationship then. She turns to cast her gaze over the sitting room once more. It is clear that the manor had been designed for a family larger than just one son... had the Borels been unable to have a child of their own? Had they lost their heir in the war of the dragons?
In the end, she supposes it may not matter much. Aymeric was certainly a blessing to the Borels, and saw him no different than a child of their own bloodlines. She feels that perhaps he inherited more than names, titles, and a home from them. Something far more precious and deep. Yet, she would need to come to understand the Borels better to be certain. Especially if she is to marry into their family legacy.
Alkaid turns back to him and nods quietly to his next statement. Of course, he had already once said that he more than welcomed sharing his room with her. Part of her simply cannot help but wonder what will change now that they are betrothed. She would hope nothing, but, that small part of her feels as if it would be best to act as one of his culture should. The minor debate within her settles upon that notion, knowing that he would say he desires something, but ultimately would act on the more traditional.
She reaches forward to squeezes his hand gently. ]
Then, I will see you at dinner--and let K'thisru know to be on her way as soon as she can.