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Soy - 雲もつかむよう
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Timeframe : 1260
“It is bad enough that the whole fort already knows of our affair,” said Ski. “You simply cannot start lavishing gifts on me. I am not some common girl to be wooed with a few well-timed trinkets. I am heir to a council seat and my mother is not about to accept a soldier as my suitor.”
Every word of it stung her, but as she watched Tristan, looking to gauge his reaction, it would seem as if he hadn’t heard a thing.
“Even if she knew how happy I make you?” he offered after a moment, turning the rejected ring over slowly in his hands.
“This is not about my happiness.”
Tristan sniffed. “She lets you turn them down left and right. How can you be so sure?”
Ski sighed. She still could not erase the memory of her mother’s face when she’d confronted her about Rune, not that she was about to offer that as explanation. “Trust me,” she said. “This is about marriage, not love. The two have little to do with one another.”
Tristan stuffed the ring in a pocket and fixed her with a sharp look. “Then why,” he said, “didn’t you marry that prince of yours years ago?”
Ski’s jaw fell. “How did you-?”
“You thought I didn’t know about him, huh? Well, your sister told me.”
Ski sighed, relieved. Lyssa didn’t know half the story. “I refused Terrel because…Can we not talk about this?”
Main entry
Timeframe : 1260
“It is bad enough that the whole fort already knows of our affair,” said Ski. “You simply cannot start lavishing gifts on me. I am not some common girl to be wooed with a few well-timed trinkets. I am heir to a council seat and my mother is not about to accept a soldier as my suitor.”
Every word of it stung her, but as she watched Tristan, looking to gauge his reaction, it would seem as if he hadn’t heard a thing.
“Even if she knew how happy I make you?” he offered after a moment, turning the rejected ring over slowly in his hands.
“This is not about my happiness.”
Tristan sniffed. “She lets you turn them down left and right. How can you be so sure?”
Ski sighed. She still could not erase the memory of her mother’s face when she’d confronted her about Rune, not that she was about to offer that as explanation. “Trust me,” she said. “This is about marriage, not love. The two have little to do with one another.”
Tristan stuffed the ring in a pocket and fixed her with a sharp look. “Then why,” he said, “didn’t you marry that prince of yours years ago?”
Ski’s jaw fell. “How did you-?”
“You thought I didn’t know about him, huh? Well, your sister told me.”
Ski sighed, relieved. Lyssa didn’t know half the story. “I refused Terrel because…Can we not talk about this?”