The administrative burden of being both Lord Commander and Lord Speaker is extensive, and though Lucia and Handeloup are being a great help in slowly taking over the former, there are still significant requirements on Aymeric's time and attention. He feels as though he spends each day drowning in paperwork - when he is not listening to people complain, extensively, about everything he is or isn't doing - and each night dreaming about paperwork. He is near exhausted with it.
So of course his second cousin just had to get married and demand his presence at the wedding. Oh there had been a lot of noises about providing people with something to celebrate, and how they would just be devastated if Aymeric wasn't able to make it.
(Never mind that said cousin spent a significant chunk of their childhood pushing Aymeric in the dirt and making disparaging remarks about his parentage. At least until Aymeric was strong enough to push back, then he only made those kinds of comments when he had friends around)
Aymeric knew it was nothing to do with him and everything to do with the prestige of having the Lord Speaker as a guest, as though he did not have more important things to do.
Not to mention that particular side of the de Borel family had an annoying tendency to ask him about his love life whenever they saw him, because they seemed to think that all his achievements were for naught if he didn't have someone to share them with. It had been annoying enough before, when he and Haurchefant had been keeping things quiet for the sake of their respective careers, though he'd had a blessed reprieve for a handful of events when they felt they were both in stable enough positions to be more public with their relationship.
But now.... he knows they'll ask again. He knows they won't think about how much it will feel like a knife to his heart, and he will have to grit his teeth and smile politely and endure their faux-sympathetic clucking about how he'll meet someone soon.
That problem, at least, is theoretically resolved. He's still not entirely convinced it's the best idea in the world, but Handeloup had been very insistent that a friend of his would be excellent company and would definitely keep the relatives off his back, and in truth he'd been too tired to argue.
So here he is, in his office, trying to get as much paperwork done as possible before he has to leave and waiting on the arrival of this mysterious friend so they could actually meet one another before they had to go to the wedding as partners.
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timeasmymeasure
My Big Fat Ishgardian Wedding
Date: 2025-03-24 12:25 am (UTC)So of course his second cousin just had to get married and demand his presence at the wedding. Oh there had been a lot of noises about providing people with something to celebrate, and how they would just be devastated if Aymeric wasn't able to make it.
(Never mind that said cousin spent a significant chunk of their childhood pushing Aymeric in the dirt and making disparaging remarks about his parentage. At least until Aymeric was strong enough to push back, then he only made those kinds of comments when he had friends around)
Aymeric knew it was nothing to do with him and everything to do with the prestige of having the Lord Speaker as a guest, as though he did not have more important things to do.
Not to mention that particular side of the de Borel family had an annoying tendency to ask him about his love life whenever they saw him, because they seemed to think that all his achievements were for naught if he didn't have someone to share them with. It had been annoying enough before, when he and Haurchefant had been keeping things quiet for the sake of their respective careers, though he'd had a blessed reprieve for a handful of events when they felt they were both in stable enough positions to be more public with their relationship.
But now.... he knows they'll ask again. He knows they won't think about how much it will feel like a knife to his heart, and he will have to grit his teeth and smile politely and endure their faux-sympathetic clucking about how he'll meet someone soon.
That problem, at least, is theoretically resolved. He's still not entirely convinced it's the best idea in the world, but Handeloup had been very insistent that a friend of his would be excellent company and would definitely keep the relatives off his back, and in truth he'd been too tired to argue.
So here he is, in his office, trying to get as much paperwork done as possible before he has to leave and waiting on the arrival of this mysterious friend so they could actually meet one another before they had to go to the wedding as partners.
How did he get himself into these situations?