Author: Bloody Mary

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"He is not suitable," Dorn stated, folding his arms as he looked down on the young man accompanying his sister.

While not exactly the right person to judge that, he supposed the man was handsome. Still, that certainly was not enough to consider him a proper candidate to court Serenity. As far as the Primarch of the Imperial Fists could tell the young man was certainly not brave enough. Surely, one could expect him not to cower when facing merely two brothers of the woman he claimed to love. The fact that Primarchs were intimidating by nature, to put it euphemistically, seemed to have slipped his mind.

"Absolutely," Perturabo stated, frowning. "You're just after the privileges and position, aren't you?"

It was perhaps going too far, but Dorn was prepared to make allowances for Perturabo's paranoia given the situation. They had to protect their sister.

Serenity appeared to be quite dumbstruck, though given the circumstances, it was perhaps understandable. Rogal Dorn and Perturabo usually started quarreling as soon as they exchanged two sentences. However, right now, they were agreeing and were showing no signs of hostility.

"N-no!" the young man managed to squeak out. "I-I…"

Unfortunately, the combined force of Dorn's and Perturabo's glares was too much for him to stomach and he fell silent. The only thing that prevented him from losing face completely was the fact that he managed not to hide behind Serenity. The Princess glared back at her two brothers, quite unimpressed with their behaviour.

"This is not funny," she stated, placing her hands on her hips. "Could you try agreeing on something else?"

"We do agree on other things," Perturabo snapped back.

"Like what? Give me one example!" Serenity was not backing down.

Dorn and his brother looked at each other, trying to remember an instance when they had reached some sort of agreement. It proved more daunting a task than they had expected.

"Don't try to change the topic!" Dorn growled, noticing that Serenity had reached out to take the young man's hand.

Before the Princess had the time to reply, there was a thump and her newest suitor fell to the floor, unconscious. A rather long, awkward silence followed as she and the two Primarchs regarded the young man's prone form with matching embarrassed expression.

"Is this some sort of a tradition?" Serenity moaned. "They always faint."

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