Well, always good to see a familiar face, right?

After he got unpacked, or more to the point, shifted his trunks around a little, Tor decided to go and see how Ali was faring, not knowing if he should expect tears, disappointment, or simply nerves. The answer was none of those. After he knocked politely on the door, he heard giggling and then, a moment later a male voice that sounded vaguely familiar called out.

“Just a moment please.”

It took closer to two moments before the door opened and both the people inside, his new wife and Ridley Dens, who was the oldest son of a Baron, and something of a friend of his, hadn't exactly gotten their clothing all the way back in place. Alissa sat on the bed still heaving a little and gave Tor a warm smile, waving him into the small space. Ridley step to the side to let him in.

“Tor! Um, not to be indiscreet, but we were just about to have sex.” The young man who was only about a year older than Tor, but actually looked it, said without being either defensive or scared about just blurting out something like that.

That, Tor knew, was a royal thing, a noble thing he corrected, trying to drop his country habit of calling anyone over a certain size “royal”. It was a thing of their society that people had a lot of friends and lovers. Ridley was good looking, fit, and had black hair not too different in color than Tor's really. The eyes were blue, not brown, but so were Alissa's, so if he got her pregnant, that could be written off well enough. Not that Tor really wanted a child yet, but since he couldn't get her pregnant, Ridley wouldn't be a bad match if they ever did want one.

Well, Tor wouldn't be able to for the first five hundred years of his life or so, which really meant the same thing when you got down to it. If Tor was going to have a child with Ali, it wouldn't be his. Tor shrugged and tried to grin a little, hoping it was kind looking. Understanding and didn't seem too jealous.