Memory: Marrying First Husband Regained: Day 100, Dream Traveller's game
You are 19, are only one year out of school, and one year into your military career, but you are getting married. You are getting married to a man that many in your family hate, for he is the mere son of a merchant, and not of high birth (though he does belong to a reasonably successful family of patrician merchants), but you do not care, because Ohtli is your oldest friend, and you have loved him for many years. Your mother is fond of him too, and also fond of his economic connections, and thus the wedding was arranged and allowed. So let Aunt Yaretzi hate him, let Uncle Yayauhxoch hate him, and let your cousins hate him too, for you love him, and your mother approves.
There are four days of feasting and celebration before the ceremony itself. There is song and dance and orations from the finest poets in the realm. There are dances. You both dance every day until you are tired and then for even longer. There is roast Bear Turkey and plump dogs for eating.
And the ceremony is so very grand. Your mother and uncle speak, and you and Ohtli exchange vows of devotion, and wear newly spun capes that are tied together with a knot.
Throughout, your conservative relatives seethe. For a member of the Quetzalhuitzil clan to marry a merchant's son! Looking more conflicted is your personal aide, a spirited young woman named Nshikbe, who you know to be passionately in love with you, and quite jealous. You do not return her affections (yet. There is also a memory where you marry her). You do not care. You are only consumed in joy for this moment.
And when the long day is done, you bring your new husband to your quarters, and have loud joyous sex with him through the night.
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Regained: Day 100, Dream Traveller's game
You are 19, are only one year out of school, and one year into your military career, but you are getting married. You are getting married to a man that many in your family hate, for he is the mere son of a merchant, and not of high birth (though he does belong to a reasonably successful family of patrician merchants), but you do not care, because Ohtli is your oldest friend, and you have loved him for many years. Your mother is fond of him too, and also fond of his economic connections, and thus the wedding was arranged and allowed. So let Aunt Yaretzi hate him, let Uncle Yayauhxoch hate him, and let your cousins hate him too, for you love him, and your mother approves.
There are four days of feasting and celebration before the ceremony itself. There is song and dance and orations from the finest poets in the realm. There are dances. You both dance every day until you are tired and then for even longer. There is roast Bear Turkey and plump dogs for eating.
And the ceremony is so very grand. Your mother and uncle speak, and you and Ohtli exchange vows of devotion, and wear newly spun capes that are tied together with a knot.
Throughout, your conservative relatives seethe. For a member of the Quetzalhuitzil clan to marry a merchant's son! Looking more conflicted is your personal aide, a spirited young woman named Nshikbe, who you know to be passionately in love with you, and quite jealous. You do not return her affections (yet. There is also a memory where you marry her). You do not care. You are only consumed in joy for this moment.
And when the long day is done, you bring your new husband to your quarters, and have loud joyous sex with him through the night.