Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180302022140

(S9) Being a grown man and no stranger to the company of women, Eothred doesn't actively disapprove, but he clams up with a deeply red face as he gets of the bed to dress, the springiness making Evylyn bounce. Keeping the sheet wrapped around his waist, he shuffles over to the dressing area, behind a changing screen, and begins putting on his clothes.

"Aww, come oooon," Rotha teases, "When I say we didn't do anything, I meant it!"

"I still have to get my clothes on. Damned buckle..." he says, somewhat annoyed, from behind the screen.

"I can help you get your armor on when we go to pick it up!" Rotha says, perking up.

"No," he says, sounding like he means it.

Rotha starts, as if she's recieved a shock. She clearly wasn't expecting this response. "Wh...what do you mean?"

"I mean that my horse is now reshod, my armor is ready, and I'm not going to stay here any longer than I have to." Eothred steps out from behind the changing screen, in his street clothes.

"And we're coming with you, right?" Her smile begins to return. "You said last night that you were taking us all with you to Whitemarch with you! I told the rest of the Razorbacks that you we were g---"

"What??" He adjusts a glove, giving her an incredulous look. "I don't remember saying that!"

"B-but you beat me in the tournament!" Rotha stands up now, starting to look dismayed. "You defeated me, and now that means I'm yours! I'm your wife, and the Razorbacks are, too!"

"...WHAT?!" Eothred jumps back and looks at Rotha as if she's turned incandescent and sprouted wings.

Rotha, for her part, looks as if Eothred's shock has cut her deeply. She doesn't show on the outside, but Evylyn can tell that her feelings have been hurt and she's hiding it.