You accept

Unable to trust your voice, a nod in agreement is your only reply initially, “I think it’s a splendid idea… but three platoons though? That is a rather large army in itself. That must harm Valaquendë’s defense…?”

Arániël Habryústiël Valaquendë smile broadens, giving you an overwhelming desire to kiss her…. but you barely restrain yourself knowing it would not be appropriate. She says, “I was told that you are a rare human and I am grateful to find that is true with your concern for others… All the Elvin kingdoms are fully allied to help defend each other. Of course our…”

With a grateful smile Habryústiël reassuringly continues, “Well let just say that our tirisakh can rapidly deploy to any elven kingdom much faster than you may expect.”

Habryústiël finishes outlining her reasoning, a prickly feeling encompasses your entire body. A jolt races up your spine from the small of your back as your will finds your voice and you respond with greater conviction and confidence, “With those conditions, I accept your marriage proposal…. I do hope that we are able to strike quickly at the leadership of Thule’s army that is loyal to my uncle Fredrick so we can strike at our enemies.”

You hear a soft whimper of distress from behind you that you can tell came from Elizabeth. This is probably her worst nightmare… Seeing the man who took her virtue agree to be with another… You swear to yourself that you will make it up to her, in some way. She may have silently told you to accept with her gesture but that fails to relieve you of responsibility for your actions.

Habryústiël flashes you a warm and soothing smile, pressing her body flush against yours. Your hand snakes behind the small of her back pulling her into you, as the other runs through her soft hair on the back of her head. Your eyes meet and her nose brushes against yours as she says softly, “Perfect my haryon…”

The kiss is abundantly long and sensuous for you. Habryústiël lips taste of some kind of fruit you have yet to ever taste before, but is strangely familiar and enjoy it immensely. The scent of her skin and hair acts as the most potent aphrodisiac you ever tasted. Everyone else around you seems to disappear for a few moments.

Until Habryústiël’s Ramashíël coughs loud enough to bring the two of you back to reality, it seems everyone in the plaza was staring at you making out with this elven arániël. While in your culture state business and affection was done in private, the elves always conduct it in public… giving transparency to their people.

“I apologize, my veru {betrothed/husband}… for my… _or rather our,_ Ramashíël {Elvin marshal} interrupting us.”

Returning a warm smile of your own to… soon to be your arániël, you respond… _“_It’s probably best for me to find the others of my group. My friends are done shopping and my uncle has also seen fit to hire an exceptional assassin named Enzo to kill me.”

Habryústiël keeps her arm winding around your back as you turn around and begin walking the rest of the way towards the inn. “Ah I doubt this Enzo can best my Ramashíël Arapoldorë Saerien. As my veru, the Tirisarato sworn to protect me are also now sworn to protect you…”

While you appreciate Habryústiël’s reassurance… you know better. Enzo could be anywhere and always takes his time, planning his strikes carefully.