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Alright. I trust your judgment.

I didn't tell her that we are wed. I figure she should hear that from you.

Thank you, there are some things that are better explained by one who knows our ways.

[ Rubs her forehead. ]

I would be much gladdened if you would be friends with her, of course. With me... well, I am always her Princess, after all. I fear her duty will always take precedence over her well-being, and I would not have that for her. Especially here where there are no courts or ceremony to attend.

I will try, though you know I don't make friends easily. I'm also not sure she'll want to be friends with me.

[It was going to be hard not to treat Gala as Gilia's cavalier.]

What should I expect as your wife?

Oh... oh that shouldn't be an issue. You would be considered... well polite and cheerful, in our homes. She ought not have any issues with your sharpness, the same way I did not.

[ R I P. ]

Respect, of course, and understanding that you have my best wishes at heart. That things are shared between us freely.

[And yet, Ianthe was going to expect resentment and suspicioon papered over with lipservice.]

Is she going to stand guard over you all the time, escort you everywhere, post up at the door when you retire for the night?

So far... she has been, yes. Much more than she ever quite did before.

[ There is a sigh. Something is different with Gala, and she cannot tell what. ]

She always takes her duty very seriously, of course. I suspect that the newness of this place makes her especially worried for me. As she knew me... well, you remember what I was like when I arrived.

[ Naive with big wide eyes. ]

I do.

[Ianthe was silent for a moment.]

I respect her duty and dedication. Like a Cavalier. But I don't relish the idea of having one hovering around all the time we're together. I will give her time to adjust, but eventually I would like they're to be some boundaries. Do you find that reasonable?

I do, yes.

[ She is not Queen here, and if nothing else, as much as she wants to, Gala will have to find employment of her own, too. ]

Once she has her footing, and see how well you and Sweeney both treat me, and protect me, and the many good people who care for me as I do them, I am sure she will no doubt find it easier to take time away from me.

[Press 1 for doubt. But Ianthe said she'd try.]

I'm not attuning the wards to her.

No, no, of course not. She is my Knight, I do not expect you to keep her as yours.

[Ianthe was her own cavalier. But it was a trust thing. Only Gilia and Alina were attuned. Only they would be.]

I know, but I wanted to be clear on that. You can bring her into the house, just remember to dab her with a bit of your blood if I'm not home.

[ Truthfully, she knew Gala would just wait outside in the snow if she had too, her sense of duty that strong. Which she had to stop her from doing that, and saying that when she was at Ianthe's literally no one else could get it? Might just help her feel better about it. ]

Of course. I think once she knows about the wards, she will feel easier about leaving me there, knowing no one but you and Alina can go into the house.

I guess we'll see. I admit, I'm not looking forward to explaining what necromancy is again. I think I've gotten used to people here just knowing enough to not need further explanation.

I can certainly explain it, and some of it will make some sense, a little more than another might.

Though there is nothing quite like the first time you use your gifts, you are quite magnificent, after all.

[Stroking her ego was always a good choice.]

I am the greatest necromancer the Third has ever produced. I am the Saint of Awe for a reason.

I appreciate you giving her the overview of she ways to know what necromancy is. I'll answer questions she might have but not having to go through everything we'll be nice.

[ The safe bet to get her in a better mood. ]

Certainly. I understand, I do not particularly always feel like explaining that my titles are not allegory.

That's the main reason I don't use mine. And they're so long.

Fuck, imagining the herald announcing us at court is enough to make my head hurt.

[ She breaks into laughter. ]

Spirits - an hour later they would still be announcing us and everyone would want to know when the feast starts.

That poor herald.

Imagine if it was - John, and then you and I, and then Sweeney. Dinner would never be served.

Even that would exhaust a lyctor.

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