The ceremony at recently-named Barony Morray is a private affair, and Ernest (in his own thoughts, today) prefers not to think too deeply on how his cousin and cousin's wife persuaded the priest to officiate. (It's almost funny that an Elene priest oversees the wedding of a Styric and an Isleman, neither of whom worship his god, but not quite. ... ( Read more... )

The announcement of Baron Morray's impending marriage to the recently-widowed Duchess Teobhan has been met about how he anticipated it would be, and true to form he's largely ignored the result. (It helps that he's cultivated a reputation that doesn't invite ... anything, entirely without taking into account the fact that the Lord General looks ( Read more... )

A lot of things have changed in the past few months - over half a year now since Morray's entire world upended - but some things, he likes to think, are reliable. Or, at least, close enough to. Close enough to reliable is close enough to good enough, and the Baron has found himself making concessions to life that he mightn't have so much as ( Read more... )

After Martel leaves again, Morray stays in his office for a good long while - a few clerks from Lenda come and go in the intervening hours, but he doesn't emerge himself until well after dinner, seeking out Teobhan with no particular agenda in mind yet but finding her. He supposes, perhaps, they should discuss some of what Martel had to say to him ( Read more... )

Early in the morning is, Morray feels, a nice hour to be awake. Particularly in winter; the light has a different quality to it, and the air is crisper. It's not so much the reminder of LaMut (and LaMut's legendary winters) or Barony Morray, though; homesickness strikes unpleasantly, constantly, and he doesn't really need to give it a helping hand ( Read more... )

For one blessed afternoon, Morray isn't expected anywhere and he isn't expecting anyone. His servants have been dismissed from this wing and he's settled in his study - not actually working or even studying, but after the surreal week he's had, he's more than ready to shut the door on everyone else and unwind.

He so rarely relaxes here, and it's ( Read more... )

While Morray is aware of something stirring and brewing in the Lord General's household - not to mention a few others - he hasn't gone out of his way to find out precisely what that is, and nobody's bothered him with it. People, at this point, tend not to bother the Baron with things that don't really concern him ( Read more... )

After he gets well and truly sick of househunting, it turns out to be easier to coax Morray out of his office to examine Teobhan's practise space than to consider a brief trip to see his barony. (He thinks, vaguely, that the relative seclusion as opposed to life at court might turn out to be more temptation than they should quite be offering him ( Read more... )

When Teobhan arrives at the home of the Lord General and his Marquise wife, she'll be directed to the training space that monopolizes the centre of the property - where Morray is already with his 'cousin', seeing out the tail end of his own lesson ( Read more... )

"...and you didn't think this was worth mentioning"'Hello, Sparhawk, today I met myself had you killed me in Zemoch. Anything of interest while I was gone?' Really ( Read more... )