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"Apffft. You're not thrice my age," Bronco muttered, interrupting Wraen as she spoke, but he clamped his mouth shut and listened to the rest of her advice, amused. She seemed fairly certain that the best way to get to the top was to marry into it, which made Bronco snort and roll his eyes. Sure- gain power by marrying it...In his eyes, just mooching off someone's power and rank by marrying them wasn't the way to get respect. He didn't want to have himself hauled along by someone else- he just wanted to make a name for himself and get what credit he was due by his own actions, not by marrying someone else. 

He tilted his head when Wraen led to another topic, and gave her a very confused look when she mentioned Maia. Dumbly, he missed the point entirely, and assumed, then, that she might be considering Maia as her successor. "You think Maia's gonna be the next Sovereign?" He asked, curiously. "I like Maia; she tells good stories," He answered honestly; still not quite catching onto the fact that Wraen was fishing for jucier information than that.