#dowerly

[omgatalkingtoaster]

“There is nothing to forgive Miss Lensherr,” Victor told her, “I was the one who started speaking dowerly- I only wish not to sour your mood. If I have done that- it is me who must beg your forgiveness.” Victor nodded. That sounded like something that would happen. Hunting- he couldn’t stand it, the poor little fox always caught his heart. It seemed so needless to chase it down to have it ripped to pieces by dogs- “Well I’m sure your father will do well, he seems the type unwilling to give up when he starts a chase.”

Skilamalink

Erik Lensherr is throwing a party. He is new in town and so everyone is going. It's only polite- Well his sort-of-father isn't going. Lord Stark has sent his not!son but heir in his stead and he wonders if this is a test. After he found out his wife Virgina could bear him no more children and with only a baby girl the twenty-something Victor Shade had been found - courtly accessed as distant family and the proper heir to the family fortune and snatched up from his world. That had been fifteen years ago and he still didn't feel properly part of this one. He was groomed educated and now expected to find a wife that came with a fat purse and settle down, make heirs of his own. He didn't want to. It wasn't that he disliked any of the ladies he had been introduced to- He liked everyone really. Victor thought most everyone was interesting and fine enough- but he had no desire for them. He had never had any desire for anyone. Never even truly liked anyone a great deal more than anyone else. He was reasonably sure he was broken and going to be forced to marry someone one day and he only would disappoint them. Not that anyone was expecting him to look for a bride tonight. No- these were local folks and far below the expectations that had been placed upon him. A pedigree was wanted to contrast him. Someone born into old money who knew the ins and outs of the world. Lady Virgina was in charge of finding one but so far he'd done a good job of making his disinterest in each one known. As much as he hated disappointing Lord and Lady Stark- he wasn't going to be a lifelong disappointment so some poor woman he couldn't manage an inch of passion for. The lawyers could find some other heir when he died childless. The coach pulled up to a stop and he exited as gracefully as he could muster. "Mr. Lensherr." he greeted his host with a curt nod of his head. He was above him, on the social ladder and was expected to play the part. Who he could only assume were the man's children stood beside him. A young man and two young ladies- his eyes paused on a pair of green eyes. Something in his chest tightened. How very odd...

[thewolfkingruss]

“Don’t speak so dowerly. I just wanted privacy. Fenris is not a place that breeds intrigue im Afraid. Tell me of those sisters of fenris you mentioned earlier.” He’d heard of them but he’d fain ignorance. It wasn’t very hard. He didn’t know that much.

@zakthefiend

You know I never understood fathers thing with having no girls in the Astartes. Glad to see we found a loophole with these newfangled sisters of battle.