Fortunately our current Emperor agrees. [ Because he has shot up the ladder given his late career change. Starting at 26 in the Imperial Service Academy when many began at 18 made it a different experience entirely for him. ]
It's taken others far longer to arrive at ImpSec HQ.
[ But that she thinks so too has him swelling with pride. ]
[ Young as he might be to her - as they all were. Though it's a false age, she regards them with. Even so, she brings his hand close up to cup her face, turning into it. He deserves the praise, he deserves more, whenever he felt like accepting it from her.
But for now, she just leaves it for turning into his hand and kissing the inside of his palm. Distracted that she doesn't hear the door knock - coffee apparently. ]
Thankfully there's several ways you can call him that. [ A fact Duv was grateful for after studying previous Emperors. This was a Golden Age for Barrayar as it leapt into modernity.
The knock causes him to frown as he reluctantly lets go of her hand to answer the door. His conversation with the officer there is quick and it's only a moment before Duv's carrying the tray with a coffee pot and two mugs on it. ]
[ A reluctance shared, as he slips from her fingers to answer the door. Her veil tugged as she watches the officer peer in over the top of Duv's head - blasted tall Barrayarans. Looking to see what, she doesn't know, as she meets his eyes directly just the same. Something to gossip about with his fellow soldiers.
A lift of her eyebrows and flat challenge. Shoo, puppy, she'll bite.
That isn't even remotely on her face as Duv turns back to her with nothing less than her most genuine smile. For him and him alone as she moves to clear a spot for the tray to sit between them. ]
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It's taken others far longer to arrive at ImpSec HQ.
[ But that she thinks so too has him swelling with pride. ]
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[ Young as he might be to her - as they all were. Though it's a false age, she regards them with. Even so, she brings his hand close up to cup her face, turning into it. He deserves the praise, he deserves more, whenever he felt like accepting it from her.
But for now, she just leaves it for turning into his hand and kissing the inside of his palm. Distracted that she doesn't hear the door knock - coffee apparently. ]
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The knock causes him to frown as he reluctantly lets go of her hand to answer the door. His conversation with the officer there is quick and it's only a moment before Duv's carrying the tray with a coffee pot and two mugs on it. ]
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A lift of her eyebrows and flat challenge. Shoo, puppy, she'll bite.
That isn't even remotely on her face as Duv turns back to her with nothing less than her most genuine smile. For him and him alone as she moves to clear a spot for the tray to sit between them. ]
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Setting the tray down on his desk, he offers a mug to her. ]
Would you like anything in it?
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[ She curls her fingers around the cup, lifting it up to sip slowly. ]
So when do I begin my lessons?
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I can gather training weapons before I leave.