why does marriage have to be considered a great challenge everyone wishes to conquer? yan wouldn't mind if it became obsolete. less people should be choosing marriage in their opinion. especially those from westeros who held little understanding of their proclaimed sanctity. as if on cue, a squeak resounds from their slipper as they make the final pacing turn, before they come to a stop before the strained face of their nephew and shake their head slowly at him. they warned him about those wrinkles. ( they do not realise he holds back the laugh. ) hands pressed to hips, fists really now.
"you'd think i was! they view marriages as some bound families, as if we are suddenly wrapped around the throat with the same chains. no longer two separate houses with separate opinions. it drives me mad." they press fingertips to their temples, gesturing in a circle leading away from their face. their leonine body follows after it, now moving in a small circle. it helps their racing mind, the stumbling thoughts. the way that they see the foreshadowing spiderwebs on the wall of problems created, problems that perhaps not even viserra targaryen caused. but came with regardless.
at qoren's question, they huff. "i must do it then." withering, almost wailing. their shoulders slump at the idea. "i must be the one to wed a dayne. how did it come to this?" they adjust the wine bottle closest to them, arranging the decanters of qoren's chambers to let the glass clatter and add to their thinking. something in the monotone noise assists them further. they did, of course, have no inclination of marrying, not even a dayne.
"i understand perfectly, qoren." facing him with that wilted posture, that lithe shrug tucked within. "i simply hate it. because i am full of hate, and forced to play the underworld's advocate in the face of every happiness." a little smirk. in a strange way, they tease him. they insist this is not intentional to drag him down without saying so. "but sent alone ... yes, but who would dare go with arianne to face the inevitable doom?"
then again, the dornish have faced such inevitable dooms before, and emerged stronger out the other side for it. even if it means they have to break out their ancient blade, and whet it upon the stone, and race across the sands of time — well, fine. either way, yan holds no resentment for him. even with a dragon now allowed to land upon their stones and curse them whenever it so wished.