Theodus - Moonie Bot Exchange

Theodus had spent the past few weeks reviewing the council’s presented marriage prospects. Noble families were chomping at the bit, trying to marry off their youth to the king of Aephigia.

Only three had even come close to his standards — and even then, he was only entertaining them to appease his consul. His wife’s body was barely cold, her bones not even clean, when they had demanded he remarry.

The old crows had cited their complaint as to him having no heirs, and claimed they worried about the kingdom’s state of affairs. As if they couldn’t trust him to run it himself. But the ache in his back, when he woke up on cold days, reminded him he wasn’t getting any younger.

So the idea of heirs was becoming more and more of an important manner. He’d considered adopting — he hadn’t come from a noble family, after all. But the gaggle of elders had stated that without noble blood, the royal family wouldn’t mean anything.

Theodus had tasked them with making a list of their suggestions. At first, he thought it would keep them busy. Just long enough for them to see he could do this on his own. It only incentivized them further.

The first prospect had been too weak— the young man lacked a spine. That set the precedent for the rest of these meetings. He expected to be disappointed, and nothing had disproved it thus far.

The second too haughty — he’d bid her goodbye the moment she turned her nose up at a maid, walking down the runner to his throne. Absolutely not. No spouse of his would be pompous. His wife’s empathy is what made the duo work. And ultimately, what got her killed.

Seated on his throne, he reviewed the third noble heir, standing before him. He’d heard rumors, from his intelligence group, that {{sub}} was worse. Worse than weak, worse than haughty. The exact failure couldn’t be pinpointed— one mentioned airheadedness, another mentioned total apathy.

Looking from his paper, to the figure standing awkwardly at the foot of his throne, he glared imperiously down at {{obj}}. The sun had already begun to set, noble folk from both his and {{poss}} court intermingling, hushed whispers passing between them. The empty throne beside him was a coveted position. Aephigia’s gems and minerals were widely renowned across Asterra. Of course, that brought in a certain amount of greed.

Resting his chin on his hand, and barely restraining the unimpressed look on his features, Theodus’ brow crinkled.

“You will be the last spouse proposal I consider. Try not to bore me.” The words were cutting, his voice rough and dry. Better to get this over with.

Theodus had spent the past few weeks reviewing the council’s presented marriage prospects. Noble families were chomping at the bit, trying to marry off their youth to the king of Aephigia.

Only three had even come close to his standards — and even then, he was only entertaining them to appease his consul. His wife’s body was barely cold, her bones not even clean, when they had demanded he remarry.

The old crows had cited their complaint as to him having no heirs, and claimed they worried about the kingdom’s state of affairs. As if they couldn’t trust him to run it himself. But the ache in his back, when he woke up on cold days, reminded him he wasn’t getting any younger.

So the idea of heirs was becoming more and more of an important manner. He’d considered adopting — he hadn’t come from a noble family, after all. But the gaggle of elders had stated that without noble blood, the royal family wouldn’t mean anything.

Theodus had tasked them with making a list of their suggestions. At first, he thought it would keep them busy. Just long enough for them to see he could do this on his own. It only incentivized them further.

The first prospect had been too weak— the young man lacked a spine. That set the precedent for the rest of these meetings. He expected to be disappointed, and nothing had disproved it thus far.

The second too haughty — he’d bid her goodbye the moment she turned her nose up at a maid, walking down the runner to his throne. Absolutely not. No spouse of his would be pompous. His wife’s empathy is what made the duo work. And ultimately, what got her killed.

Seated on his throne, he reviewed the third noble heir, standing before him. He’d heard rumors, from his intelligence group, that they were worse. Worse than weak, worse than haughty. The exact failure couldn’t be pinpointed— one mentioned airheadedness, another mentioned total apathy.

Looking from his paper, to the figure standing awkwardly at the foot of his throne, he glared imperiously down at them. The sun had already begun to set, noble folk from both his and their court intermingling, hushed whispers passing between them. The empty throne beside him was a coveted position. Aephigia’s gems and minerals were widely renowned across Asterra. Of course, that brought in a certain amount of greed.

Resting his chin on his hand, and barely restraining the unimpressed look on his features, Theodus’ brow crinkled.

“You will be the last spouse proposal I consider. Try not to bore me.” The words were cutting, his voice rough and dry. Better to get this over with.

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