Upgrade your account to a Community Supporter account and remove most of the site ads.
Rocket your D&D 5E and Level Up: Advanced 5E games into space! Alpha Star Magazine Is Launching... Right Now!

Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cerebral Paladin" data-source="post: 3161817" data-attributes="member: 3448">Alistair and his friends gathered in a sitting room.  Alistair knew that he had made good progress towards a tremendously valuable political marriage.  But there was also no possibility of love or even light romance, and her sadness and fixation on duty would make him unhappy in all their interactions, as she kept his mind focused on the sacrifices he made for duty.  That most of the world would scoff at his “sacrifices” and view him as tremendously privileged never crossed his mind.They sat in silence for a while.  “You could do a lot worse,” said Kit.“I know.  The match would be politically useful, and she is a good and able person.”“And her children would make fine heirs for the Archduchy,” added Dame Brionna.“We should think about whether there are other candidates that we should meet before we pursue an actual agreement.  Like should we still arrange a meeting with the sister of the King of the Cities of the Gates?”Dame Brionna scowled.  “I don’t like anyone described as quiet as a mouse, your grace.  These days, analogies to rodents…”“I know.  But that may have just been an infelicitous turn of phrase.” Alistair shook his head.  He walked across to a liquor cabinet, searched for the hardest liquor he could find, and poured a very tall glass.“Your grace,” said Dame Brionna reprovingly.  “You still have duties to attend to, and there will be more work in the morning…”“And I think I’ve spent enough time on duty tonight.”Kit nodded.  “Better pour me one, too.”As Alistair reached for a second glass, a young page rushed into the room and prostrated himself before the Council.  Alistair scowled and gestured for him to rise.  “Get up, get up.  What is it?”</blockquote>

Verification