August 17, 1169
Judging by Viridis's own grin, however, she did not care to be moved if it meant that the Queen might return to her usual nagging, smug self.
"Just wait until those 'twins' of yours get a little bigger," jabbed Nora in response. Falidor's jaw dropped and even Raia had to raise an eyebrow; she was privy to the knowledge that most of Falidor's children weren't actually his and was well aware of Orrick and Senwick's suspected paternity, but the comment seemed to aim a bit below-the-belt. Then again, Nora had been a little edgy these past few days--today in particular, though the better part of it still lay ahead of them.
Seeming to realize this, Nora sighed. "Sorry, Falidor. It's just--"
"Stop pulling my hair!"
"He's not pulling it--he's combing it! It's hardly a form of torture!"
"Tell that to my scalp!"
"Oh, stop your whining! You come from a silky-haired family; it's about time someone actually let that mane of yours reach its fully potential!"
"Indeed, what man doesn't love getting all prettied up for mass courting session occurring against his own will?" added Falidor dryly; Raia snickered, despite Nora's obvious lack of amusement.
"I still can't believe you brought your valet!"
"I still can't believe you don't have your own!"
"Why do I need one? I'm thirty-six years old; I'm perfectly capable of dressing myself!"
"Severin, if you want to make yourself worthy of one of these ladies, then you're going to have to stop doing all this servant work for yourself!"
Falidor beamed down at her. "A little rich coming from you, seeing as you were a lady's maid until she died."
Raia shrugged. "It's different with women. Men don't have all the laces in the back and whatnot; they can manage more easily on their--"
"Roderick, there is no chance in hell that I'm going to wear that!"
"I didn't come here to put up with your fussiness; you will wear it, and that's final!"
"You can't make me!"
"Yes, I can! I'm a king, damn it! You will wear whatever I tell you to wear, and I'm telling you to wear this!"
"I hate you so much right now!"
Nora gave a dismissive wave of her hand. "I don't."
"I'm a little curious," Falidor admitted. "I suspect Florian will be sorry he missed this."
Raia was barely able to stop herself from snorting at the thought. "I insist that you don't tell him about this unless I'm there to see his reaction."
The steward's eyes flickered as an amused grin crossed his face. "How can I refuse that smile of yours?"
"And then some," Nora confirmed with a roll of her eyes. She then crossed toward the couch and took the two younger girls by the hand, allowing them a smooth dismount.
As Lonriad shut the door behind him, Raia turned to Jadin, who had made his way to her side. "Is it as bad as it sounds?"
"That goes for all of you," Searle stressed, glaring specifically at Riona; the girl replied with a look of mock-innocence.
The bedroom door creaked open once more. The room's occupants scurried to get a view, whether by the queen's graceful ascension or Riona's skirt-threatening gallop. Making room for Jadin and Nora, Raia scuttled toward the wall and stared forward.
"Well?" asked the king, leaning back to the shut the door as the other man tried to make a mad dash back into the bedchamber.
"--wonderful!" Aunt Laralita finished for her--of course, Raia had meant to say 'ridiculous', but to talk over the queen was to defy the laws of physics. "Oh, Severin, you look so handsome! So... kempt!"
Their father scowled. "Thank you for the advice, Lonriad."
The youngest brother glanced back at Viridis, who was easily the most sensitive of the seven of them. Folding her hands, she smiled sweetly and took a different approach. "Mother would have liked it."
Raia looked back to catch the king sneering in her father's direction. "I'll have you know they're all the rage in Dovia!"
"Well, as far as I'm concerned, they can stay there."
Nora nodded in agreement. "If any given one of them likes it, then under no circumstances should you choose her."
"Point taken."
Their father raised an eyebrow. "Riona, what do I always have to tell you about lying to me?"
Raia couldn't see Riona's face, but she didn't doubt that her sister was wearing a wide smirk. Meanwhile, Vera ran up to their father and swung her arms around his neck. "I love you, Papa--even if you do look silly."
Vera skipped off back to the couch, leaving her father to embrace each of his children in turn. Lonriad, Viridis, Riona, Jadin, Searle... at last, only Raia remained.
Feeling a little annoying, Raia sniffed. "Wish I could say the same of you."
Raia made a point of not giggling often, but she indulged herself this once. "Love you, Father."
"Love you too, angel."
"Nothing," she insisted with a shrug. "I just figure it's a relief that at least he never made you shave."
"God help us all if he had," Raia's father agreed with a controlled snicker. "Anyway, might as well get this over with; they're all in the sitting room?"
"Yes," the queen answered on Nora's behalf, taking the king in arm and pushing her way through the double doors. "This way, my lord."
He inhaled deeply, then closed his eyes and stepped between Raia and Nora, around Falidor, and to the door, which had swung back into a half-shut position. He placed his hand upon it, took a few seconds to collect himself, then pushed it forward.
9 comments:
Err, sorry about all the photographical sins :S
Bwaaahahahahaha! Oh Roderick!! Must you torture the poor man so? Damn, that robe looks ridiculous. XD
There are some few sims who can pull it off, but Serverin is appearantly not one of them. And the hair! *shakes head* Really if any of the prospective brides likes him done up up like that, he should run for his life!
That said, I want to see the candidates! I really, really want to see what Roderick managed to round up in the way of ladies. And why would Severin be that shocked? Arrrgh, the suspense!
And to think, Roderick believes he's helping :P
Yeah, that robe looks good on the occasional sim who can pull it off. I would have freaked out if that had been the case with Severin, though, because I wanted him to look outrageous, and that robe had the added advantage of looking like something Roderick might recommend :P
Sorry, we probably won't see the candidates at this point. HOWEVER... since Severin can't possibly marry all of them, a few of them might end up marrying some of the ever-increasing number of Dovian widowers, so they might get some spots on the family tree, and maybe a little background appearance or two.
Laughing so hard at Lonriad's helpful advice, just tell them you don't always dress like that. Poor Severin. He doesn't look bad though. He really does not.
Dying to see the candidates!!
He could look worse, but he just doesn't look like himself :P
Alas, we will probably not physically see the candidates, at least not while their candidate status remains. Sorry :(
Thanks Beth :)
AAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D :D :D
So glad I finally had a moment to catch up. Seeevvverrriiinnnn!!!
Heheheh :P
Hahaha!!! Omg I love it! This was a great way to start the day. So hilarious! Poor Severin... I don't think "kempt" really suits him :D. This was funny from start to finish... especially Roderick and Severin having a spat in the bedroom. Heehee.
:P
Yeah, Severin should probably stick to being a bit disheveled :P
Thanks Verity. Glad you enjoyed :)
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