It might be a snippy little dig, but Astrid lets it roll off her like water off a duck’s back, simply agreeing: “I don’t, nah. I mean, we’ve got some arranged marriages between holds — it’s important to get fresh blood in, so everybody’s not just fucking their cousins — but any suitor’s got to get permission from the clan elders and then they try to kidnap you?”
This sounds kinda fucked up when she says it out loud.
“But it’s like, understood what they’re gonna be doing, and usually the girl’s in on it? When I kidnapped my wife, we’d agreed beforehand. If you don’t want to be kidnapped to another hold you just kick their ass. Probably some holds out there are dicks about it and might still enforce it against their will, but at least it’s not gonna change what you’re able to do. And every marriage’s got an expiry date if you need to get out of it.”
She tilts her cup, scrutinises it; not all of the herbs got strained out, so a sprig escaped and made it into her drink.
“If you were s’posed to be a magister, why didn’t you get a best offer?”
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This sounds kinda fucked up when she says it out loud.
“But it’s like, understood what they’re gonna be doing, and usually the girl’s in on it? When I kidnapped my wife, we’d agreed beforehand. If you don’t want to be kidnapped to another hold you just kick their ass. Probably some holds out there are dicks about it and might still enforce it against their will, but at least it’s not gonna change what you’re able to do. And every marriage’s got an expiry date if you need to get out of it.”
She tilts her cup, scrutinises it; not all of the herbs got strained out, so a sprig escaped and made it into her drink.
“If you were s’posed to be a magister, why didn’t you get a best offer?”