Charlie finds himself thinking of his betrothed often.
The proposal had started as a joke, something he knew made his teacher uncomfortable and argumentative. It was meant to be a joke about the sheer amount of work she put into him versus the rest of the magical novices in her care. She was always running after him and talking to him and smoothing over arguments. Always trying to reason out his logic.
Thandi is just that sort of person. He’d never seen anyone left behind in her tutelage, and she refused to let him be the one to slip away. His title meant nothing to her. His money doesn’t attract her. His property is useless to her. And she finds him funny. Charming, even. And he was learning she wasn’t so much daft as much as she is inexperienced.
There was something about her that made him want more. An urge to put the same care she put into him back into her. Maybe with some interest. But there are a few things they disagreed about. Such as their children being raised by a nursemaid and governesses. Or the importance of his presence in the family. Or… a variety of things.
Charlie smiles to himself, remembering the moment he actually proposed. He had gotten into an argument that lit a fire under everyone else and lost the will to engage further as Sefu told them to knock it off. He ended up doing what he always had done: disappearing into the forest, finding a place no one would look. And normally, no one would.
But she always did.
Thandi had come up after him, or attempted, and he helped her down. She smiled at him. She reached out to give him a cautious pat. And he had broken down into a panic attack. Rather than leaving him behind in that, she was there. She walked him through it. She let him lose himself for a bit, resting his head on her shoulder as she stroked his hair to comfort him.
Something clicked in him right then. This should be his. This sort of person is what he wants. The sort of person who will brush off the dirt and stay despite him. So he proposed seriously. And she had said yes.
The next day had been absolutely blissful. He admired her from afar. But she didn’t really seem to pay him any mind. He wondered if she had realized he was serious. So he bestowed a token in the form of a peony bracelet. And now he could feel her properly, get used to her warmth. Presence. Touches.
Ah. Here she comes now.
She doesn’t look happy.
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