Private Affairs

[marvel_citizens]

Philippa doesn't care for the way the guard stationed before Prince Namor's room looks at her. He says nothing, but there is a smug demeanor to his smile and bow that gives him away; he thinks that her summons to Namor's chambers at this late hour can only mean that the ruler of Atlantis is taking his betrothal rights. Not that she has not had

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[land_n_sea]

If there were any thoughts of a tryst still left in her mind, they are likely dismissed by the presence of another in the chamber. Namorita is here as well. Namor inlices his head toward Pony but remains sitting on his chair, the position almost indolent but yet still pensive.

[marvel_citizens]

Pony glances up at Namorita. "There is more?"

[littleavenger]

"That... isn't for me to say," she says simply. She glances at Namor.

"But there are other complications just as... significant."

[land_n_sea]

"I am in a position of choosing between two unacceptable choices."

Namor's voice is very quiet as he speaks from across the room. Right now he does not trust himself to be close to either of them.

[marvel_citizens]

Pony manages to keep her focus long enough to not completely melt at the implication there.

"I..." Her voice comes out as barely a peep. She swallows hard and tries again. "I might ask my family for assistance."

[littleavenger]

"How could they help?" Nita asks, curious.

[land_n_sea]

Namor folds his arms across his chest, waiting.

He will not risk either of them. And in this case, he does not want to hurt Pony anymore than he has.