@Heaven Canceler : You wanted values dissonance, you got values dissonance.
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Check on Waver and Bazett. Did they get up to anything interesting in bed last night? They will be married, after all.
You roll out of the insufficiently soft bed, rubbing your eyes. Because of your Prana drain, you slept like a log, but it still wasn't enough. Your reserves still feel dangerously low this morning, although they're higher than they were last night.
Turning to the clock beside your bed, you notice that it's 8 AM. A perfectly wonderful time of morning, when the sun is high enough to light your entire room without creating too much glare.
You quietly dress, throwing on the one set of clothes you brought with you to Fuyuki. Capitalist left a note atop them saying that he had taken the liberty of washing them last night while you slept. You enjoy a brief chuckle at the thought of Capitalist sitting in a coin laundromat trying to stuff thousand yen bills into a washing machine, but then it's time for business.
Namely, seeing what Waver and Bazett got up to last night in the main bedroom of the honeymoon suite.
You open the double doors quietly, tiptoeing into the middle of the room. You're not prepared for the sight in front of you, but then again, who would be?
The two Clock Tower mages are lying apart from each other on the massive bed, fully clothed and with no part of their bodies even coming close to touching the other. Using the spare pillows in the closets and on the chairs around the room, they seem to have constructed a dividing line down the middle of the bed.
"A loveless marriage, huh?" Rider remarks, materializing in a chair across the room. He leans on his hand, braced on the armrest of the chair he's perched in. "I suppose that's not too different from how things were in my time. Then again, some arranged marriages between an older man and a young woman went a rather different direction."
"We don't think of things that way nowadays," you say. "Modern society doesn't believe that people younger than a certain age can make decisions that important for themselves."
"While I understand their reasoning," Iskandar begins, "I don't agree. I became king of my nation when I was barely twenty years old, yet modern society would not trust me with a bottle of wine until I was twenty-one!"
"So you approve of thirteen-year old girls being taken advantage of by men three times their age?" you ask.
"Waver is hardly three times her age," Rider points out. "And even in my day, young people would experiment with each other years before they turned twenty. It's not as if they wouldn't know what they were doing."
"What's that supposed to mean?" you ask. Rider laughs softly.
"Have you ever seen
anyone capable of forcing an unruly teenager to do something they don't want to do?"
"Are you implying that every victim of an arranged marriage
wanted to be paired off with a older man who had no love for them and only wanted to use them for sex?"
Rider looks at you for a moment, seemingly taking your measure. Then he says, "Nora, things were different when I was your age. Many young women were raised to be married back then. I'm not claiming that it's right under your modern moral standards...only that it was the way things were, and most women who were groomed that way eventually ended up happy, or close to it. At the very least, they were provided for-no family would trade their daughter to a man who couldn't support her ably."
Your thoughts turn to Sakura, whose situation was much the same. Sold by her family to another they barely knew, with only the promise of the magical education they refused to give her as payment. But still provided with food, water, books...enough to grow into a truly magnificent magus, if they kept their end of the bargain.
"I don't agree," you say bluntly. "Selling off women like that is cruel and demeaning. Selling off anyone in that manner would be. What if the husband does end up treating his new wife poorly? If he beats her or forces her to do things she's not comfortable with...what can she do to protect herself? She can't fight back against an older, stronger man, and if she runs away, what then? How does she support herself?"
Rider begins to respond, but is cut off by a fire alarm cutting through the air, sending Bazett and Waver springing out of bed.
"There seems to be an alarm of some sorts," Bazett says, as Waver yells, "Were the two of you
watching us sleep?"
[ ] Respond to Waver's question.
-[ ] Confess.
-[ ] Pin the blame on Rider.
-[ ] Tell Waver and Bazett about your conversation, so they can join in.
[ ] Stay in the suite. The fire alarm will blow over, and it's probably nowhere near you.
[ ] There's a fire alarm, and you're on the top floor. You need to leave the building immediately.
-[ ] Take the stairs.
-[ ] Take the elevator.
-[ ] Jump out the window.
-[ ] Write in
[ ] Write in