"Yes. I want to marry him, Jeda."
Her sister picked up the bouquet from the washstand and weighed it in her hands, as if it was a physical manifestation of her options. "You know he will be gone much of the time with his work. You will be alone."
"Only at first," Velnya assured her. "He's going to speak to his master and ask to be set free. He's more than paid his blood debt. Once he does, he will come home to stay. "
"And will his master let him go?"
It wasn't something Velnya had considered. "Why wouldn't he? What could a master gain by holding on to their fledgling? After all, Henri let Traven go."
Jeda made a soft noise in her throat and looked away. A secret glittered in her eyes, but it was one Velnya didn't care to know, so she let it pass without comment.
A soft knock sounde