"Draga, as you said, my mother's ways are not allowed here, blessed be. I can not simply call for a Sergei or Goran to end him in his cups or his sleep. We would march to war before you gave yourself. And your pale man, your Aaarren..." she looks at him, "you would follow her as you have sworn her your fealty, yes? And what would this Jhagan of Tiernly do when the man you've rewarded, and rightly by the law as your brother says, accompanies you? What else could he do. Ne, sister, his life would be simply forfeit if he didn't risk it for you again in challenge. I am sorry, I thought such cruelty could only live in my mountains. " She pauses in thought.<br/><br/>"If were he to 'kidnap' you and take you far from here, his deeds are known already. His crime would not be believed. You could go to the crv and slay him in the bower. But his claims would still put a child in you, so you would be guilty of taking from the Tiernly the living heir and any that might follow from your pairing. It seems we have only war or shame ahead of us."<br/><br/>Kerith steps away from his bride and kneels in front of his sister. "Don't be harsh with father. He made no deal. He made it known to Tiernly that his son would not wed you while he lived. No man can lay such a claim of will past his own death."<br/><br/>(OOC Roll Knowledge (nobility and royalty))