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Sir Rune Halvari (hisactualson) wrote in watchers_rp,

Rune had to admit that he was a little taken back when his sister started laughing as though he'd said something funny. He ran over every word he'd uttered since he entered her room and found not a single one worthy of such a reaction. Not a one! Sometimes he was funny and he expected to be laughed at. Now was not one of these times. Now was a time when he was truly serious about a matter, serious enough that he'd tell his father, and Freja was laughing at him. Perhaps it was good he'd come to her first. She could tell him what was so funny and he could make sure not to repeat it to their parents.

He blinked once, twice, three times when Freja made a declaration about Gia that just couldn't be true. Yes, she was different, but... Rune hardly noticed the bits in his hand, though he did slip them into his pocket as he shifted on the bed, sitting up now, his smile replaced by a frown. "She did not fawn over Synnove," he denied, recalling every detail he could about the dinner. All that came to his mind were those eyes and smiles, and how he had felt as though they were meant for him. Surely Freja was wrong. "How can you know that?" Assuming she knew anything and wasn't just trying to pop his bubble. "Why would she have come to a dinner with me if she is that?" The matter of mistresses he ignored. He wouldn't have those when he got married. He'd be faithful like their father was.