"I think first I should tell you exactly what Sriosno said to me." Miroros
cleared his throat.
"Yes, I, I guess so." Riania nodded sadly. Sriosno had left the two to chat together, and Riania felt extremely awkward. Why did Sriosno DARE speak with her cousin about her without her permission or even letting her know? If she ever got her hands on him…
"Well, it all started when he came in looking unnaturally heart broken…"
***
"Miroros, may I have a word?" Sriosno asked softly, slipping through the double oaken doors and closing them gently behind him.
"Of course," was Miroros's forced, difficult reply. He shifted in the bed to have his eyes meet Sriosno's.
"My-My Lord Miroros, I have a few questions, and a few requests, if that is all right." Miroros only nodded. "Well," continued Sriosno unsteadily, "Here is the first question; did Riania ever… Ever make some sort of vow to you? Like she would always and forever stay here with you, and never love?"
"Why no, of course not!" responded Miroros, almost angrily. "She has not yet fallen in love, and therefore she has not left! And why would she ever vow to stay here in Rivendell with me, when she would be off living her life?" Sriosno cleared his throat nervously.
"Well, I do not wish to speak for both of us, when she should speak for herself, but I doubt she shall ever speak of this with you."
"Speak of what?" demanded Miroros, now plainly angry. "We speak to each other of everything! She would NEVER not tell me something!"
"Well… We are… Or at least I *think* we are, in love. But whenever we seem to, uh, get closer she, well, runs away. I can tell she loves me too, but when she came in here yester morning, you asked if she had fallen in love, and she told you no. But then when we saw each other, we would get passionate feelings-or at least I would-but she would also act if she had them as well. We would then, er, show our feelings, but, uh, she would always end up leaving. Do you see the pattern?"
Miroros only paused, shocked, and left speechless. Finally he spoke softly, "And the request?"
"I wish to marry Riania."
"Yes, I, I guess so." Riania nodded sadly. Sriosno had left the two to chat together, and Riania felt extremely awkward. Why did Sriosno DARE speak with her cousin about her without her permission or even letting her know? If she ever got her hands on him…
"Well, it all started when he came in looking unnaturally heart broken…"
***
"Miroros, may I have a word?" Sriosno asked softly, slipping through the double oaken doors and closing them gently behind him.
"Of course," was Miroros's forced, difficult reply. He shifted in the bed to have his eyes meet Sriosno's.
"My-My Lord Miroros, I have a few questions, and a few requests, if that is all right." Miroros only nodded. "Well," continued Sriosno unsteadily, "Here is the first question; did Riania ever… Ever make some sort of vow to you? Like she would always and forever stay here with you, and never love?"
"Why no, of course not!" responded Miroros, almost angrily. "She has not yet fallen in love, and therefore she has not left! And why would she ever vow to stay here in Rivendell with me, when she would be off living her life?" Sriosno cleared his throat nervously.
"Well, I do not wish to speak for both of us, when she should speak for herself, but I doubt she shall ever speak of this with you."
"Speak of what?" demanded Miroros, now plainly angry. "We speak to each other of everything! She would NEVER not tell me something!"
"Well… We are… Or at least I *think* we are, in love. But whenever we seem to, uh, get closer she, well, runs away. I can tell she loves me too, but when she came in here yester morning, you asked if she had fallen in love, and she told you no. But then when we saw each other, we would get passionate feelings-or at least I would-but she would also act if she had them as well. We would then, er, show our feelings, but, uh, she would always end up leaving. Do you see the pattern?"
Miroros only paused, shocked, and left speechless. Finally he spoke softly, "And the request?"
"I wish to marry Riania."