tentatively voice testing

[sinsrequiem]

[ An amused chuckle escapes the Maester as he regards his mun with a look of mild contempt. ]

Even though I'm at your whim, I would prefer it if you considered me not as a "muse".

[ There's a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips now. ]

My creation was not of your doing. I was born as the son of Lord Jyscal long before you've captured my voice. Therefore, I'm not your puppet. You're nothing but a tool to be used to further my own ambition; a puppet perfectly crafted by none other than myself.

[ His characteristic smirk fades, leaving a scowl in its wake. ]

Know your place!

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[sinsrequiem]

[ Despite all his eloquence and grace, nothing could've prepared him for that response. ]

What?

[for_spira]

[Goddammit, Seymour. As if it wasn't hard enough adjusting to the idea of being married to a Maester, you're gonna make her repeat it?]

We're married, like Lady Yunalesca and Lord Zaon. Don't you remember?

[sinsrequiem]

[ His eyes grew slightly larger for just a brief second. Did he really hear that just now? ]

...You and I are betrothed?

[ It takes awhile, but soon a small smile forms upon his lips. ]

[for_spira]

[This just seems to be getting more and more awkward.]

Yes, you asked me to marry you when my Guardians and I came to Guadosalam.