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"Have I ever... kissed her?" Galein asked, and nodded, "Of course I have - as I'd kiss a sister." Sighing softly, he added, "And that's what she is to me - a little sister. It's how... she's always been. I've known her... for a long, long time..." Taking a deep breath, the elf sighed again and continued, "It is not easy to explain, but... she is the last of my living kin; the last of the Blood beside me..."
Turning away, he finished, "In order for the Blood to continue as it has done for a thousand thousand years, (OOC: although, that's not overly long in elven time), I... we... must mate and produce at least one heir. I..." sighing, he closed his eyes, "...I am not ready yet, and yet, I have no choice... my duty... to my line and to my family... demands it. I... cannot be free to choose my spouse. It must be her... unless I choose to break tradition."
Turning back, he gifted Jena with a wry look, and finished, "As to your question, no, I have not. It is... required that both parties are ...maiden... until the night of betrothal. It is the actual act that bonds them together as one soul, although, I do not know if it will be thus in this case. Both most love one another, and whilst there is no doubt in my mind I do love her... it is just... not as a spouse, not yet." Closing his eyes, Galein whispered, "I must sound like a monster for this... I know that she loves me with her whole heart, and yet, I voice doubts..."
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