It was both amusing and vindicating to see that Victoria was just as bad at this bag tossing game as Serilda was. The frown on the older woman’s face continued to furrow deeper and deeper with each missed shot, a low growl of frustration coming from her throat. “You’re not tossing it hard enough,” Serilda told her with a devious smirk and a dry tone, payback for Victoria’s own earlier critiques.
Victoria didn’t take it so well, shooting the field marshal a murderous glare that only caused Serilda to chuckle. She was more than content to sit and watch the seal struggle, but Lux’s obnoxious voice spoke up, drawing her attention back to him and Mythal. She hadn’t quite caught whatever the seal of light had said. Just her name and something to do with being a creep? She frowned in confusion and suspicion, but Mythal readily made a quip back at Lux and offered her a wink and a smirk. She grinned lightly at him, blue eyes dancing at the knowledge that whatever was going on, Mythal was probably just giving Lux a hard time. The lightbringer certainly looked frustrated.
The truth was, Serilda was completely unaware of the recent thoughts that Mythal had been having regarding their relationship. The Voidwalker had of course given passive thought to the possibility of the two of them getting married someday, but it seemed like a conversation that would probably freak Mythal out. Not that it was really his fault, given what they now knew about his genetics, but still. She didn’t want to put any kind of pressure on him. He had enough being one of her generals, but if he married her he would also have to accept responsibility as a duke and become a noble, which… she didn’t really see him going for. Plus, all things considered they hadn’t really been together that long. Serilda had absolutely zero doubts about their relationship, but she had been bred to always be conscious of how others viewed her, so she was uncertain if they’d been dating long enough to really discuss something like that anyway.
And honestly, being married wouldn’t really change their relationship, anyway. What Serilda had mostly been contemplating lately was coming out to her parents and family with exactly how close the two of them were. Her parents knew they were dating. Hell, her mother knew they were sexually active and had been for a while. They hadn’t told her father yet, but he wasn’t stupid and a part of her got the feeling that he assumed they were basically living together already. The topic was almost always avoided whenever they went to visit, which meant her dad either was completely oblivious, didn’t want to know, or perhaps just… didn’t care enough to feel the need to comment on it. She was an adult after all, and a widow. Maybe they both just felt that she had the right to make her own decision about it. But the truth was that eventually Serilda would inherit the dutchy and the title, and that also meant that, eventually, the two of them would have to have that conversation -- she just wasn’t aware that he was already contemplating the possibility on his own.
“Ah ha! Insufferable mortal passtime.” Serilda’s attention turned back to Victoria, who had apparently managed to beat the bag toss game, though it had taken her several tries. The seal of victory looked quite smug as she accepted the two trophies she was handed. “Your turn,” she told the Voidwalker expectantly. “Do not let this child’s game best you. We have a reputation to uphold.”[/color]
Shaking her head, Serilda handed the game master more jewel and received another round of the bean bags, going back to tossing them herself. Even though she didn’t say it, she had to beat the game now that Victoria had shown her up by doing so. She didn’t need to win at everything she did, but there was a spirit of friendly competitiveness in her that wanted to at least complete what she’d set out to achieve. Serilda was just starting to get the hang of the game and find a groove when Victoria spoke up once more and completely threw her off her concentration.
“So, why don’t you and Mythal sleep together anymore?”
Serilda’s bean bag went way far to the left of where she had meant to aim, her swing thrown off entirely by the unexpected and extremely personal question. “That is absolutely none of your business..!” she chastised the seal in a hushed tone, her face red as a beet as she looked around to see if anyone had overheard the inquiry. Thankfully, no one seemed to be paying attention to them, which was just as well because it seemed that Victoria wasn’t done asking about it.
The older woman shrugged. “I’m just saying. You two are dating and have been together for a long while, but your physical attention toward one another seems to be lacking. You both are so poured into your work with the Rune Knights that you don’t make that kind of time for each other anymore. It’s not healthy.”[/color]
“Since when do you care about the health of my relationship with Mythal?” Serilda growled, doing her best to ignore Victoria and dodge around the question. She was suddenly hyper focused on the game before her, determined to win if only so they could get away from all these people that might pick up on what was being discussed.
“Despite what you may want to believe, it would benefit neither of us for me to disregard your health on any level: physically, emotionally, intellectually. I need you at your peak at all times if you are going to be useful to me. Besides, you forget who you’re speaking with. What kind of seal of conquest would I be if I didn’t honor sexual victories?” The older woman gave Serilda a wicked little smirk, golding eyes peering at her from the side.
The Voidwalker’s blush increased tenfold. “Victoria..!” Boy was this embarrassing! Serilda didn’t even know what to say, she was so flustered.
“Is it my and Lux’s fault? I can understand that. A lot of my previous hosts have had that same reservation, but if the two of you need that kind of private time I can certainly busy myself elsewhere for a while. Granted I can’t make that same promise for Lux, but--”
“We are not having this conversation.” Thankfully, she was so honed on the game now that she started doing much better at it, and with her final word of putting her foot down she managed to throw the last bean bag in the hole, winning the game. The perplexed game master gave the flushed Serilda two trophies before the Voidwalker walked away from Victoria and toward Mythal and the girls, eager to be anywhere that didn’t involve having to acknowledge the conversation, which had left Victoria grinning like a cheshire cat.