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7/8/2025, 3:00:43 AM
>>6270981
Hmm, that was a good question. What WAS your type? You think about the women in your life that you’d recently gotten to know. Of all of them, you had to admit that there was something charming about May. She was a woman who knew how to take life not so seriously. Her easygoing and cheerful demeanor was strong enough that you found it had an effect even on you, oftentimes cooling things down when your anger was about to become overwhelming. And, admittedly, she wasn’t bad on the eyes. While not as conventionally attractive as someone like Nadia, she was certainly still cute. Perhaps it was because she was so tiny? There was also something refreshing about the way she placed little to no emphasis on mundane “girly” things like combing her hair or putting on makeup. You could appreciate that in a woman.
Then again, there was the matter of your “cousin.” You two were not blood related, and admittedly, the thought had crossed your mind on more than one occasion. Bronte was strong, much like yourself, albeit in a different way. She was determined, always set on doing whatever she set out to. And since you were children, she’d constantly had your back. From a physical standpoint, she’d only grown more beautiful since coming to Morfis. This place may have permanently damaged her brain, but it’d done wonders for her appearance. What more could one ask for in a woman? Still, whether you were blood related or not, something about this whole train of thought unnerved you. In fact, if her mother even suspected you were thinking this way, you had no doubt she’d kill you herself.
As you ponder the merits of both May and Bronte it occurs to you that the two women could not be any further apart from each other. May was a carefree and high-energy woman, whereas Bronte was more prone to get on your case and nag about every little thing you did. On the other hand, May was a thief, one who you weren’t even sure knew how to read, whereas Bronte was one of the smartest, most driven people you knew.
Shit, this wasn’t good. Maybe Adeline was a better choice? Or Nadia? Certainly not Chelsey. Then again, the dancer had her merits too…
You realize rather grimly that not only do you have no idea what your type of woman is, but that it’s been more than two minutes since Bronte asked you that question, and now the pregnant silence has grown beyond an acceptable level, passing from awkward to exceptionally uncomfortable.
“Uhh…look…forget I asked.” Bronte mutters. “In any case…I believe Princess Yulia to be quite the catch. It’s just…”
>“Oh Goddess, what is it?”
“Look…she’s been under lock and key her entire life. Maybe…temper expectations a bit…”
>“SHE’S UGLY!?”
“NO!” Bronte screams, her hands reaching for your throat before she pulls them back. “Ugh, you’re the worst! Worry less about what she looks like and more about winning the damn Competition! Otherwise it won’t matter!”
Hmm, that was a good question. What WAS your type? You think about the women in your life that you’d recently gotten to know. Of all of them, you had to admit that there was something charming about May. She was a woman who knew how to take life not so seriously. Her easygoing and cheerful demeanor was strong enough that you found it had an effect even on you, oftentimes cooling things down when your anger was about to become overwhelming. And, admittedly, she wasn’t bad on the eyes. While not as conventionally attractive as someone like Nadia, she was certainly still cute. Perhaps it was because she was so tiny? There was also something refreshing about the way she placed little to no emphasis on mundane “girly” things like combing her hair or putting on makeup. You could appreciate that in a woman.
Then again, there was the matter of your “cousin.” You two were not blood related, and admittedly, the thought had crossed your mind on more than one occasion. Bronte was strong, much like yourself, albeit in a different way. She was determined, always set on doing whatever she set out to. And since you were children, she’d constantly had your back. From a physical standpoint, she’d only grown more beautiful since coming to Morfis. This place may have permanently damaged her brain, but it’d done wonders for her appearance. What more could one ask for in a woman? Still, whether you were blood related or not, something about this whole train of thought unnerved you. In fact, if her mother even suspected you were thinking this way, you had no doubt she’d kill you herself.
As you ponder the merits of both May and Bronte it occurs to you that the two women could not be any further apart from each other. May was a carefree and high-energy woman, whereas Bronte was more prone to get on your case and nag about every little thing you did. On the other hand, May was a thief, one who you weren’t even sure knew how to read, whereas Bronte was one of the smartest, most driven people you knew.
Shit, this wasn’t good. Maybe Adeline was a better choice? Or Nadia? Certainly not Chelsey. Then again, the dancer had her merits too…
You realize rather grimly that not only do you have no idea what your type of woman is, but that it’s been more than two minutes since Bronte asked you that question, and now the pregnant silence has grown beyond an acceptable level, passing from awkward to exceptionally uncomfortable.
“Uhh…look…forget I asked.” Bronte mutters. “In any case…I believe Princess Yulia to be quite the catch. It’s just…”
>“Oh Goddess, what is it?”
“Look…she’s been under lock and key her entire life. Maybe…temper expectations a bit…”
>“SHE’S UGLY!?”
“NO!” Bronte screams, her hands reaching for your throat before she pulls them back. “Ugh, you’re the worst! Worry less about what she looks like and more about winning the damn Competition! Otherwise it won’t matter!”
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