{{Don't worry, Brancie, if it were anyone else, I would be furious; however, I have already given him a free pass with Maeve; he can even knock her up if it is within his abilities. Oh, Tobs, can you send Brance the notification Cyn and I got after our Marriage Ceremony so he can see why I am not worried?}}
The following 60 seconds were some of the most confusing and awkward of either of Brance's lifetimes, as he had to listen to Tobs explaining that Cynrik was technically allowed a single concubine for breeding purposes.
This fact alone caused Brance's brain to essentially shut down for a full minute as he tried to wrap his head around the fact that Cynrik was going to not only make a move on Maeve, for real, but also put a baby in her, as he was banned from having a casual, sexual relationship with the woman, or even a deeply romantic one.
At that moment, every fiber of his being screamed at the absurdity of this scenario, one where his older brother not only banged their mom's best friend but only had a single purpose: to knock her up and further sew the seeds of his bloodline.
To make matters worse, Tobs proceeded to expand on the topic, explaining the existence of a sub-clause where if Maeve birthed a healthy child of the Æsir Bloodline, she would be given...certain liberties, such as more action and whatnot, turning her into a breeding slave for his older, sadistic brother.
Part of him understood the reasoning behind such a clause because it was difficult to conceive after a certain point; however, that didn't mean that Brance was about to be okay with what he had just learned.
{{For Fuck sake...Cyn, please tell me you aren't seriously planning on going through with this...}} Brance said, only to spot his brother casually feeling up Maeve's voluptuous body under the guise of holding her down so she couldn't hurt him.
While Brance spoke, Cynrik's hand sneakily snaked into the front of Maeve's shirt, and he was pleased to find the type of undergarment his future woman wore.
'Hm, I wonder what color it is, and if the bottoms match the top, tsk, if we were alone, just the three of us, I would strip her bare right here and have my way.'
'Had enough fun for now? As someone who's been on the opposite end of your hands, I can tell you that is likely all she can think about right now. Good move, darling; soon enough, you will have her in bed with us.' Filling in the role of a supportive cheerleader, Selene thought through their special connection.
'Hardly, she's fun to tease. Tack on my magical hands, and she was like putty; frankly, I am surprised that she didn't start moaning, hehe; anyway, as you said, it won't be long now until I capture her.' Cynrik spoke his mind to Selene without shying from his dark thoughts, causing a warm smile to grace her beautiful face.
'Just remember that when it comes time for you to make her yours and take her, I demand to be present. Openness is the key to a healthy relationship, darling.' Tossing in the last bit, Selene ensured that Cynrik knew better than to do anything without her nearby, then looked over at Jessup, who wore a hardened expression as he tried to wrap his head around everything that had transpired.
"So, anyone gonna fill me in on why Dad, Geralt, and Garrison left the mansion, or do I need to get physical like I did with our Dearest Maeve." Cynrik chirped with a strange chill in his voice; although his words were playful, the chilling edge in his tone was anything but.
With this sudden action, the entire room's attention was on him as a strange and heavy feeling descended on those in the Training room.
"Sigh; after you left and Brance finished healing the injured, Geralt was practically stir-crazy being locked up in the Mansion. So, with much consideration, it was jointly decided that I would aid him and Garrison in retreating from the, as you put it, DPZ."
"From there, they would leave Valor City entirely and commit themselves to controlling the fall out of the battle and mitigating its effects on VSFA." Gathering himself, Jessup spoke up, making everyone turn their heads away from Cynrik and toward him.
"The urgency brought about by taking care of all those extricated from the fight between Governor Samieer and Haylon took precedence, and as such, Geralt decided that instead of attempting to put everyone up here in the Mansion, which would have been difficult, but possible, it would be better to travel to the security checkpoint in the outskirts of Valor City and leave them with the joint military forces."
"Once this topic was brought up, it was natural that Garrison would join Geralt, but after the death of Lithlen, your father was distraught and took it upon himself to act like a guard of sorts for the two, joining them on their journey out of Valor City."