Advice on marriage

"I need some advice, cousin. I need advice on this marriage issue." I say to Guenevere, sitting there in her seat.

"Marriage?", she exclaims, inquisitive towards my previous dialogue "Then why are you asking me? You of all people must know I find such matters to be quite boring, Lord Aerin Pridewood.".

"Exactly why I'm asking you, Guenevere." I reply, "I don't want to hear from mother or Marissa that I should marry for political foothold. I don't want to hear from the generals that I should marry for military alliances. I don't want to hear from Felka that I should marry the one I'm envisioned to. I want to hear what you think, because I trust you, and because I love you."

"Aww", Guenevere says, a big grin crossing her pretty face, "I love you too, cousin. And I can see where you're coming from. I can't imagine the stress you're under. Raimund on his **** bed, Goddess bless his soul, and now you'll likely be **** to marry some bitch you've probably never even met before. I can't say I'm envious, even if it means you'll soon become the most powerful man in all the realm. I really don't know what choice I'd make."

She leans back in the chair, slowly uncrossing and crossing her legs the other way, giving me a good view of her slender thighs and toned stomach through the slats of the chairback. She continues, "But I know what I'd be doing in the meantime."

"What's that?" I respond, genuinely curious as to where she's going with this.

Guenevere replies, "I'd be getting laid."