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his surprise revealed itself in testament to his great interest. what she had not uttered, he had assumed; the chagrin of it might have stifled another man, but mahler took it in stride. "perhaps an allusion is vhat i heard," he murmured apologetically. but she had made no move to dissuade him; it was mere commentary, and the gargoyle seized upon it as an invitation to explain himself.
hydra attended him now, raptly, and the general found hesitation within himself. a slippage of the tongue could ruin forever her opinion of him, or grant them both a long-lasting bond suitable for both their encampments. for a long moment he was silent, choosing his words carefully.
he did not wish to speak upon andraste, not now — it was enough that his alliance with her had come between all he wished to do. when he parted ways with moonspear's monarch, he would seek out the fey sylph. for now, mahler granted his companion as much focus as she gave to him.
"i consider it best if ve made a blood-pact between our regions, queen," he ventured. "you have a king, else i vould offer myself for your consideration." a pause there, not lengthy enough to be notable unless hydra wished it. "i vill have sons and daughters in diaspora this season. vhat are your thoughts upon a potential betrothal, to be fulfilled in the future?"