Final Fantasy XII – Vayne/Drace
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"I would have you instruct me, Drace."
She glances aside to see the young man looking pointedly at her over his stack of books. "I am not a suitable tutor, my lord. You have Master Caros for that."
Her petulant charge crosses his arms and leans back in the chair. "I require a different kind of instruction. You will teach me how to kiss properly."
Drace cannot help but raise an eyebrow at this request. Word has been circulating that the young lord's mother will be having another child – perhaps he wishes to grow up now that he will no longer be the youngest. "My lord, I serve the Empire. That is not appropriate. Are there no willing girls at court for that sort of thing?"
Vayne smacks an angry fist on the desk, sending a pile of his translations and arithmetic to the floor. "I do not want to learn from some girl. I am a man now, Drace. And in serving the Empire, you serve me."
She measures her next words carefully. A fourteen year old in a temper must be dealt with appropriately. Striding over to the desk, she leans on his chair to look down at him. "Why ask me? Zargabaath serves the Empire as well."
Such talk could get her drawn and quartered, but the young lord is not so troublesome and quick to anger as his siblings. Instead of berating her, Vayne laughs. "Well played, Drace." He startles her then, shoving the chair back and rising to plant a kiss on her cheek. "Well played, indeed."