They're Coming For You

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 3rd October 2019

Characters: Bryvin, Yriadha
Description: The Hold begins to be inundated with potential brides for the Lord Holder, much to Yriadha's amusement
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 12, day 15 of Turn 9
Notes: Mentioned: Corowal, Brina

Bryvin

Yriadha

Yriadha, clad in stark dark colors of mourning, stood in the door of
Bryvin's office, a bundle of rolled hides in her hands. "My Lord,
they are coming out of the woodwork." The was no hiding the hint of
amusement around the sight curve of her lips." She held up the hides.
"This makes nine young Blooded ladies from six families that have
requested fostering."

Bryvin pinched the bridge of his nose and then looked at her with a
smirk. "Can we send them to Corowal?"

"No, my Lord. His household has more than he can cope with." She
opened one hide. "Hm, this one has just turned fifteen, has red hair
and a sizable inheritance." She unrolled another. "A pair of sisters,
seventeen and nineteen, both sew, enjoy embroidery, and long runner
rides." She unrolled another, "Ah, a maid of sixteen, the only niece
of Opal Cove's Lord Holder. She enjoys gardening, has a very elegant
hand and enjoys conversation."

"You're killing me Yriadha," he said and made a face at her.

"Doubtful. You're sturdier than you think." She kept her face
straight, but the amusement in her dark eyes was clear. "Now this one
is promising. Twenty, with huge..." she paused, eyeing the miniature
portrait, "...tracts of land. She likes to sing and entertain.
Birthing hips are of course an added asset."

"I like tracts of land," he smirked. "Let me see that one."

Approaching his desk, she gave a knowing smile and handed him the
miniature portrait of a young woman with a whose shelf of bosom could
potentially support an entire tea service. Her hips matched the
bosom and she held a small canine in her lap. "Her name is Oufelle."

He took it and looked at the image carefully then obviously at
Yriadha's bosom then back to the image. Then he shook his head "Not
enough land," he said with a twinkle.

Yriadha arched a brow, knowing full well that her own slender
endowments did not come close to matching the young woman's. "I'll be
sure to accept her request, my Lord and house her closely to you."

"Maybe I'd prefer the redhead," he said and wiggled his fingers for
the document. "I like inheritance too."

She handed it to him, her lips remaining curled. "Young," she reminded
him, "and nubile. Perhaps I shall accept all of the requests and you
can have this young tittering women sighing over you every time you
walk by. My Lord does seem to enjoy that."

"You don't need to be having quite that much fun with this," Bryvin
rolled his eyes at her.

"Me, my Lord?" She gestured to herself, her hand on her chest, but the
mirth in her eyes made her attempt at innocence laughable. "I am only
trying to assist, my Lord. May I recommend the fifteen year old? She's
young enough to be molded to my Lord's...whims and quirks."

"Careful woman," he threatened darkly. "Or I'll have to do some... molding."

"My Lord, a threat of something enjoyable is hardly a threat."
Yriadha jotted down a note in the hide. "So that would be a yes." She
kept the curled smile on her lips. "Is there any you would not like to
accept?"

At that point he couldn't hold it in any longer and laughed heartily.
"You are a true delight at the very oddest moments. No just send them
all... one at a time of course."

"I do my best." His laughter was so unexpected that it brought an
answering honest laugh from her and a light in her eyes that was just
as rare. "I'm afraid, my Lord, that they'll most likely arrive close
to the same time. It's normal and it will give them company of their
peers. I'm afraid we don't have other ladies of the Blood here to
accompany them." She leaned over and lowered her voice, a smile on her
mouth "so, if my Lord could refrain from 'molding' them before he
makes a choice, it'll lessen the infighting that I'll have to deal
with."

He threw her a scathing glance. "Really Yriadha? Have I ever despoiled
a virgin?" He shook his head. "Alright Xeladrie, but I didn't have a
choice there, and it turned out to be a bad idea. You and your friend
will chaperone them until my sister get's here."

"Virgins typically _are_ trouble," Yriadha agreed easily.
"Unfortunately, unless you decide upon a nubile widow or a woman who
has been divorced, you'll wed one. At least if she's any sort of
respectable." She paused, arching a brow. "Your sister is coming?" She
made another note. "I'll have to ready a room for her. When is she
expected?"

"She will be arriving in two sevendays." He picked up the letter he'd
just received telling him she was on her way. "Please put her into
the Lady Holder's quarters when she arrives." He said. If there were
one person in the world he loved unconditionally, it was his sister.
"She will fill the position of my hostess and chaperone for the young
ladies while they are here. They will all remain respectable under our
protection. At least until and unless a choice is clear. Is that all?"

"Of course." She made a quick notation. " I'll have it aired out and
prepared for her. A customary banquet will of course have to be given
once they are all here, as well as a ball. I can prepare for that
easily enough. I'll work with Pifer to set a good date. " Yriadha
glanced up at him. "Hm. I think so, thank you, my Lord."

"Excellent ideas but please consult with her about the ball," he
nodded with a small smile. He wasn't really happy with the descent of
young women into his household undeniably looking to trap him in some
way. He blew out a breath. "Oh and please do something about all the
sharding pink fluff in that room, I do believe Brina hates that color.
She was made to wear it far too often when she was young. Make it
teal and gold with a bit of purple. She'd like that. Make sure she
also has fresh flowers delivered regularly."

It was on her mind to really that it was he that had requested that horrific
pink fluff, but kept the comment from spilling out. She couldn't quite
blame him, the room looked like a bakercraft's confection. The
request of fresh flowers made her brows work upwards, but she jotted
that note down as well. She would let the steward staff deal with the
worries of the cost. "Very well, I'll get craftsman in today to strip
the room and repaint. Any other requests?"

"Nothing right now," he answered. "Thank you, Yriadha," he said the
last words with an intense look and sincere voice.

Last updated on the October 26th 2019

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