Orb's Year 901
Orb's Year 902
He began filling his days with more vigorous exercise and tried to ignore the hollow feeling.
Orb's Year 903
He wondered when something would change in his life...
Orb's Year 904
Aragon Consul sighed and held out his hands plaintively. "I am getting on in my years and am not sure how much longer I have with my family. I would like to see my eldest daughter settled in a good marriage before I pass on."
"But you don't even like me!" Arthur argued.
Aragon narrowed his eyes, "Don't think that just because I don't agree with some of your fool idea.."
Arthur interrupted, "You said I was a thick-headed son of a goat just yesterday."
"Yes, yes. Well, you can be stubborn at times!" Aragon dismissed the complaint. "The point is that I need to see Breena's future. My choice is between you and Trent Noble."
Arthur's face darkened. "You would tie her to that fool? He lives only to amuse himself!"
"Hence my visit to you," Aragon pointed out.
"I will need to think on it." Arthur said.
Aragon nodded, "I will await your decision."
There goes marrying for love, he thought sourly as he knew he'd already made his decision.