Post by Grant Delaney on Jun 18, 2023 20:41:58 GMT -5
Ver had been a less than stellar time this year. It started off well enough, of course, but then things got a little off course.
Promotion in Hiems, followed by being forcibly removed from active duty courtesy of mother dear. And then packed up in a little betrothal with a neat bow and shipped to fuck-right-offsville.
And, well, there had been nothing (physically) wrong with his former fiancée. Grant had been beside himself with having been deprived of his career, possibly forever, only to be told to make babies and make more Delaneys that would have an even heavier burden to carry thanks to their deserter father?
Grant took a breath, reminding himself that he'd already had that argument about a dozen times out loud and even more to himself. Surely what mother wanted was normal, he supposed, but now he was just numb to all the anger he'd been feeling before.
Then mother had gone and died, the nerve of her, and now Grant had to deal with that. Which he dealt with by shoving any and all related emotions into a chest, sitting on it and tying it up in chains for somebody else to deal with! The most masculine way to deal with emotions.
That did mean, however, that now Marcus Delaney was both the de jure and de facto leader of the Delaney clan. And Brenna's last wish was basically that Grant get hitched.
Not that he was spiteful, or anything. That was a healthy, manly emotion he could feel at any time.
Aunt Charlotte, Marcus' wife, had the good grace to realize that Grant was dealing with some Feelings and had given him what was probably supposed to be a generous ultimatum. Find himself a bride by the end of Ver or be assigned one. Part of Grant appreciated it--he didn't want to disappoint his mother, or anyone else in the family, but he was about to be a Field Sergeant in Cambria was now really the time to drag him to a box and tell him to fuck--
He digressed.
Find a wife before the season ends. Grant could do that, he assured Aunt Charlotte. Unfortunately he had been undergoing rigorous training for the past five years and was attached at the hip to a commoner during all of it. So the noble ladies Grant actually knew were few and far between, and he couldn't come up with an unwed one, let alone one he'd talked to recently.
Luckily, Grant had a flash of inspiration. He actually did know someone. Someone trustworthy, even! Who surely knew noble ladies! So he got himself all readied up and went to see her.
Then found out she wasn't in Skia all that often and as in Cambria, and Grant had a not-insignificant moment of wishing he could be a boy again and throw a hissy fit before he pulled his britches up and decided to figure out his scheduling. He was supposed to be an officer, after all. Maybe he still could be, even. That was another matter this was now becoming a rapidly time-sensitive issue.
So when finally @norah was back in Skia, Grant had been informed and made straight for Prowze Manor, knocking on the front door and hoping she was here and not up at the castle at her office.