Author: Bloody Mary
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Farseer Macha blinked. Then looked up. And up. And up. Finally, she founder herself staring not at the grey armor, decorated with assorted fangs, pelts and idols, and instead a mane of red hair, golden eyes and a grin which held far too many sharp teeth for a human mouth.
"So," Leman Russ said. "You want to marry my father, eh?"
Macha flushed angrily. "Of course not!"
Just because she had stared a bit and blushed, and stuttered, and had a pict under her pillow, people were suddenly assuming she was interested in the Mon-Keigh Emperor. Who was very powerful and handsome and smart...
"I come in his name to negotiate your bride price," the Wolf King continued with a grin. "And the morning gift. And your dowry. Oh, and the gifts you should give to his family too."
Macha blinked. Slowly. "I'm not an item!"
"Ah, so you do want to marry him!" Leman laughed.
"No!" Macha protested.
"YOU WILL IF YOU SPEAK WITH HIM WILL STANDING TOWARDS A WINDOW," Angron said. Macha wondered if she had gone deaf. Or crazy.
"No, that one got removed after the Lord Governor accidentally married his table," Russ said. "But she could give him her garter."
"THAT'S FOR DIVORCE," Angron replied.
Silently, Macha wondered if killing all the Eldar Farseers on Biel-Tan would be over-reacting.
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