Archimedes gave a blustering tutting harrumphed at the silliness of the prospect of seeking a spouse, hardly surprising from a man who was 140 years old himself and had never been inclined to marry, who lived with a brother who had been married multiple times before.
Meserimus mulled the whiskey in his glass, how had he known he was meant for Avella? The truth was that he hadn't been. He had Avella had barely known one another at the time of their marriage. His father had arranged with her father for the two to be introduced at a ball, both having been already informed that this was their intended. There had never been a question of saying no, of muddying the water with anything amounting to affection or even knowledge of one another.
He had been married multiple times, his first wife had been the sort if dispassionate arranged affair that had been inincredibly common at the time, less so now thankfully, less so indeed when he married for his second wife. Each marriage more affectionate and loving than the one before. Katerina, had truly been an arrangement of love - a marraige of true minds, She was truly his second self.
Although, Avella to her credit, had been a wonderful woman, and he had been lucky. 'We barely knew each other at the start' he admitted to his grandson, 'Arrangements have gone out of fashion now, but my father knew me well and chose a lady who could match me.' his face grew wane with remembered heart break, 'When she...' he faltered, it might have been 100 years ago, but with his perfect and indelible memory the pain would likely go on forever. 'when she passed, well...' he trailed off, unable really to put into words how that had felt or what it had done to him. 'I am no expert in the heart by boy, I don't think anyone possibly could be.' his voice tired. 'In my, most limited opinion, what matters most, is someone with whom you can be yourself, without pretension or artiface, and that that self should be the best version of yourself you could imagine.' It was probably gloriously unhelpful advice.
Meserimus mulled the whiskey in his glass, how had he known he was meant for Avella? The truth was that he hadn't been. He had Avella had barely known one another at the time of their marriage. His father had arranged with her father for the two to be introduced at a ball, both having been already informed that this was their intended. There had never been a question of saying no, of muddying the water with anything amounting to affection or even knowledge of one another.
He had been married multiple times, his first wife had been the sort if dispassionate arranged affair that had been inincredibly common at the time, less so now thankfully, less so indeed when he married for his second wife. Each marriage more affectionate and loving than the one before. Katerina, had truly been an arrangement of love - a marraige of true minds, She was truly his second self.
Although, Avella to her credit, had been a wonderful woman, and he had been lucky. 'We barely knew each other at the start' he admitted to his grandson, 'Arrangements have gone out of fashion now, but my father knew me well and chose a lady who could match me.' his face grew wane with remembered heart break, 'When she...' he faltered, it might have been 100 years ago, but with his perfect and indelible memory the pain would likely go on forever. 'when she passed, well...' he trailed off, unable really to put into words how that had felt or what it had done to him. 'I am no expert in the heart by boy, I don't think anyone possibly could be.' his voice tired. 'In my, most limited opinion, what matters most, is someone with whom you can be yourself, without pretension or artiface, and that that self should be the best version of yourself you could imagine.' It was probably gloriously unhelpful advice.
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