The Consort Of House Marasarah

17

"Oh sweetling, you must not take that as an insult for it is accepted by all that courting and flirtations are simply not apart of your nature. However, fortune has always favoured the brave and so if you wish to secure the Doeshar's affections then you must be brave, braver than you have ever been." A'Shanna stated before heading for the door leaving Issy to decide for herself her next course of action.

Issy was thrown deep in thought and almost missed the fact that her mother had paused at the door and was observing her closely until she spoke again.

"You do want the Doeshar for your own, don't you Isalinah?"

Half way through their meal and Massillon had come to this realisation that Arion had decided to hate him. His entire demeanor and thinly veiled comments had not gone unnoticed as the elder Doeshar had expertly set his glass back down on the table just hard enough to get the male's attention before speaking.

"You may take you leave, Arion," Raphael had stated and managed to do so in such an even emotionless tone that Massillon would have believed him not even a little upset if he had not witnessed the storm brewing in those deep blue eyes.

"But father..." he was immediately cut off.

"Go, now!" Raphael stated his voice dropping to icy levels.

The male for his part rose from his seat and turned to Massillon and fell into a bow identical to the one he had given the male at the start of the evening before taking his leave without another word. It was a good thing that the male had managed to retain some sense, Massillon thought, not all together trusting himself.

Raphael retrieved his napkin from across his lap and wiped at invisible crumbs at the corners of his mouth before dropping the white piece of satin material on top his half finished plate of food. His appetite clearly ruined by his heir's rude display.

" hhhmmm," he sighed deeply, "Massillon, it would appear I have found myself in a particularly awkward position. I must apologise for Arion's rudeness, there is no excuse."

Massillon obliged the male and inclined his head in a deferential manner indicating he had no intention of taking the matter any farther. Arion was Raphael's to discipline for now. Plus Massillon could see that while the elder Doeshar did not appreciate the manner in which his son had gone about the situation, the male did not believe his son's disdain for Massillon was entirely unwarranted.

Massillon haste is seeking a Contract to Court so soon after apparently meeting Isalinah had also raised questions for Raphael. The female was going to put Massillon in a fair bit of hot water. The lust she had ignited in Massillon was a scorching one that continued to grow despite everything Massillon had tried. He needed to find some way to bring the blaze under control before it did any real damage.

Both males sat once more in silence as three attendants emerged to clear the table. It was clear that while their meal had been cut short, this was hardly the end, but a prologue to the discussion to come.

"I shall be honest and forthcoming with you Massillon as this is not a subject I wish there to be any games or contradictions between us," Raphael began, "Isalinah is my daughter, my second child... she was not brought forth out of a sense of duty to my house and title but out of love and so you must understand that her safety and happiness is a topic that I take to heart, cold and dormant as the organ may be."

"I tell you all this so that you will understand that she is not a pong in this life of political scheming we are so accustomed to. In fact you should know that I have taken great steps to protect her innocence and ..." the male paused and took a sip from his glass, "I am prepared to take whatever steps necessary to avenge its destruction. I am trusting you to be good to my daughter." The male was unhappy with the mere idea of his daughter's unhappiness or worst, Massillon assessed by the drop in tenor of his voice.

Massillon forced himself to pause, the oath the male was seeking was not a simple one, Isalinah would never know cruelty or violence by his hand or tongue and his could easily bind himself to an oath to that degree. However, what the elder Doeshar was requiring of him was far reaching. It was not Massillon intention to mate the female, this courtship began as a quest to pry his sanity free from thoughts of the females that he could find the perfect Consort for this House. When he finally tired of her it was impossible for him to guarantee that she would never to emotionally hurt by the end.

And so Massillon paused in contemplation of the weight that Raphael sought to place upon his head. His eyes never faltering for to do so would be to admit malice.

"The Lady Isalinah will never know cruelty or violence by my hand or word," Massillon finally said aloud but went to farther. The elder Doeshar merely continued to stare him down hard not responding immediately to the clearly defined statement Massillon had chosen to make.

"You will make a decent Doeshar yet, Massillon," Raphael spoke again was a touch of mirth to his tone.

"Many have sat where you are sitting and promised too much..." he continued, "all that I truly expect is that you are honourable and if she doesn't not meet the requirements of a Consort in your eyes that you terminate the Contract immediately," the male added. It was clear that he would not tolerate the later as that mirth never quite tea had his cold blue eyes.

On his ride back into the city, Massillon could still hear the blood pumping in his ears, Raphael was deserving of a far greater reputation than he alreasy possessed for he had cornered Massillon so easily that the male felt stupid and... young and then gallantly offered him a way out of the trap. There was no doubt that the male meant those things he said about protecting and potentially avenging his daughter but he has said them so precisely that Massillon felt well he felt stupid and young. Had he rushed at the opportunity presented to bind himself there was no doubt Raphael would have believed that Massillon had ulterior motives but he also would have found a way to end the courtship. The male was good; very good.
Are you sure that you are alright...my Liege?" Markus questioned again as he stood behind Massillon in the private elevator. This time Massillon was not deep in thought but instead he was rattled.

"Of course, cousin."