I'll Arrange It

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 14th November 2020

Characters: Bryvin, Yriadha
Description: Bryvin comes to speak to Yriadha after the incident with Oufelle
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 5, day 10 of Turn 10
Notes: Occurs directly after "The Truth About the Runaway"

Bryvin

Yriadha

Sitting before the low burning fire, Yriadha brushed her damp hair
slowly and steadily, allowing the heat from the fire to assist in
drying the long mass. Clad only in a light shift, she paused when she
heard the creak of the door behind the tapestry. The corners of her
lips turned upwards as she pulled her hair over her shoulder and
continued brushing. "I wasn't expecting you this evening, my Lord. It
sounded like you were most occupied about a candlemark ago. She pulled
a strand of hair from the brush and flicked it into the fire, then
continued brushing. "Yavin and Brylex got into an argument today. It
ended up very amusing."

"Oh I was," he smiled as he came in to sit in his favorite chair near
the fireplace and watch her dry her hair. His own was still damp from
his own bath. "You'll never guess who presented herself at my door
with no witnesses. Someone we've both known to be exceedingly stupid."

She paused and arched her brow, the brush stilled in her hair. "You
must be joking with me. Oufelle?" She sighed and shook her head,
wrinkling her nose pointedly in distaste. "I thought we had a
discussion about you _not_ deflowering the fosterlings. Honestly, my
Lord, I'm beginning to question your taste. She'll cause problems,
especially now."

"Well, first off, I didn't deflower her," he smirked. "Her flower was
long gone, though she did try to fake it." he set the empty vial on
her dressing table. "The cap was on the floor between her legs and the
vial in her hand." He then set the note Oufelle had written next to
the vial. "She tried but I convinced her to change her mind and go to
the Weyr."

Yriadha put down the brush and picked up the vial. "Why am I not
surprised? The girl put everything she could on display for anyone who
wanted to look." She studied the vial, then put it back down. "This
old trick? She actually tried that on you?" She snorted. "Faranth,
that's as old as Thread, but it still works on some men so I've
heard." She glanced at the note, and then back up at Bryvin, her lips
pulling upwards. "Ah, so she's still breathing. Pity. I hope she was
at least worth the bedding because this might cause a stink with her
family. And the other girls. It might give them ideas."

"Disappointing perhaps, but I let her choose between breathing and not
breathing. Well, after I nearly strangled her." He shrugged. "Though I
did also offer to beat her every night for the rest of her life. She
didn't really like that option either. I'd like you to make sure this
gets planted in her room for her maid to find in the morning."

Yriadha's brows rose as she tapped the note. "Of course I'll get that
planted." She glanced at his hand and saw the forming bruise around
his knuckles. It was something she recognized well. "Did you beat her
as well as strangle her? " Her smile became distinctly satisfied.
"Good. She was stupid and if she'd been smart, her maid could have
been a witness. That would have put you in a more precarious
position." She paused, then smirked. "So, the bedding wasn't worth the
trouble. I swear, Bryvin, sometimes I think you make trouble just to
make my life more interesting. You know I'll be summoned to help deal
with this."

"Mmhmm," he said, looking at his hand, "I'll have to explain that
somehow, I know. But she was very irritating. I sent her with L'rak."
He had a special understanding with their bluerider watchdragon rider.
He wouldn't question why a gagged young woman was sent with him to the
Weyr. "He may need a reward. Maybe a bottle of my best red wine?
Perhaps Praker as well, although he may have grabbed his reward on the
way to the dragon." He got up and walked across the hall to peek in on
Yavin.

"I'll arrange it. He prefers a rich bodied wine and there's a drudge
that he's got his eye on. Some private time with her can certainly be
arranged easily enough." She picked up Bryvin's meaning well enough.
If Praker had grabbed his reward, then she was content with that. Not
every guard had private access to a Lady of the Blood. That could be
considered reward enough and her vengeance towards the girl was
satisfied.

She rose to follow Bryvin and spoke softly behind him. "Yavin and
Brylex argued about who was the fastest today. They ran until they fell
into a mud puddle." Her lips lifted. "You can imagine what happened
next. By the time they got to the baths, they were both crunchy and
completely covered." She took a moment and laid a hand on Bryvin's
arm. "Bryvin, Brylex needs a mother soon. The creche ladies care for
him of course, but they're more concerned with the properties of his
position rather than the fact he's a little boy. They scolded him for
making a mess and behaving unlike a little Lord should. I know you're
already engaged to Asaile, but perhaps install her in the nursery now,
even before the wedding. The girl adores him and the children love
her. She seems to be a natural mother." She looked over at Yavin and
her eyes were gentle. "Your Brylex needs that. Breed her quickly and
I'll help you keep her happy."

Bryvin chuckled at the story of his boys. He looked down into her
upturned face and put an arm around her shoulders. "I know," he said
softly and closed Yavin's door. He guided them back into her room and
closed its door as well. "And thank you Beauty," he smiled and kissed
her more gently than usual.

She sighed against his mouth and lifted her arms to wrap around his
neck in a close embrace. It was a gentle kiss, but one she welcomed,
returning it with warmth and the love that she'd never openly
admitted. She pulled away, speaking softly as her fingers stroked
through his hair at the nape of his neck. "What you need, I provide,
my Lord Bryvin." One hand moved to trace over his jawline and then his
lips. "I am yours, remember?"

"I remember, Yriadha." his eyes softened and he took a deep breath. "I
always remember." He picked her up and carried her toward the bed.

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