Phoenix Maplewood and damage her very soul?

there was a hint of bitterness detectable to praimfaya in mahler's quick assessment of the whole art of courtship: that love shouldn't have anything to do with it. she considers him for a moment, contemplating his words. not being in love and taking a mate would most certainly make her life easier. then what do you think should be taken into consideration, if not feelings? she inquires curious as to his own ideas; her mind open to things she might consider, herself, when perusing the wilds' eligible bachelors.

a marriage of alliance, perhaps? she suggests; loathe as she was to make herself a pawn of anything, praimfaya was no stranger to the wars of negotiation. she was, perhaps, as good at those as she was physical battles.