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-arrow pointed squarely at mun. You didn't think Merida got ALL her archery skills from her father, did you?-

Explain this. Right. Now.

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Marriage! Goodness, what if it's from someone you don't know?

Aye and I'm already happily married!

I should think the solution here is obvious.

If someone you don't want proposes, redirect your arrows at them.

And cause a potential war with other clans and nations? It's Lady Mun's fault for bringing me there in teh first place!

If they can't handle a little rejection without taking up weapons, perhaps you should go to war with them.

[Not that she knows much about handling rejection, since she generally ignores it and continues on after who she wants.]

There's a lot more to war than simply taking arms and fighting.

And it's the other parts that worry you?

It could devastate the kingdom and the people so yes, it worries me.

Aww, come on lady. It's flattering!

I've got a husband. A wonderful, loving man.

You left 'lucky' off the list, sweet heart. No one said you had to say yes, did they?

-she turns her arrowpoint to him. Because "sweet heart"?-

Aye. He's lucky.

[Honestly, it's mostly habit. It takes effort not to be all flirty and throw pet names around.

Which would be why he casually attempts to use a finger to adjust her aim right at his heart.]

That's where a woman like you hits a guy.

[Of course, he's also internally praying she's not actually going to shoot him because that hurts.]

-that only feeds her ire and she really would love nothing more to shoot him-

And who are you to know where a woman hits someone?

[Well, she can go ahead and do it. He'll be fine. Won't even leave a mark. But he would be more polite.]

You know for a lady with so many fine features, you sure do make it hard for a guy to admire you.

-she glares more-

I asked who you were, nae what your thoughts are of me.

Feda Gandamak, roguish adventurer, mage warrior and, most importantly, at your service.

[He thuds a fist to his chest and bows deeply, standing up straight requiring him to flip his head back to get all that hair out of face.]

A mage warrior, Lord Gandamak? And where is it that you hail from that you so easily put yourself in my service?

I'm from the proud and mysterious east, and I happen to consider myself at the service of any beautiful woman. It's a... quirk.

-note to self: keep this one away from her daughter-

Ye should find yourself in service of my husband, then.

[Good plan.]

...Your husband is a beautiful woman?

My husband is the king. Your loyalty to me would be loyalty to him.

It's. Uh. It doesn't work that way.

[Matthew winces a little.]

Ah. I see you've discovered one of the less pleasant things about muns, milady. They're not especially discerning in their choice of 'amusements' to inflict on us. Sometimes I think they must find suffering funny.

Aye, I'm startin' to see this downturn.

For people so obsessed with romance, they take a lot of pleasure in twisting it.

I've plenty of romance in my own husband.

That was rather my point, yes.

[Matthew had assumed so, at least. Or that there had to have been some at some point, with a daughter mentioned.]

Muns are fickle creatures.

They truly are.

[Matthew looks sad for a moment before shaking his head.]

I wonder, sometimes, whether they realize we can be different, at least when they aren't jumping us from thread to thread.

-that was odd. He was sad of the fickleness of muns?-

And what was that look for, my lord Matthew?

Oh, nothing you need to worry over on my account, milady. My mun has an unfortunate habit of dwelling on a loss I've suffered in the past.

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