ANCEL ( BERENGER ) @musebunch
Ancel considered the position of his mark both lucky and unlucky. Having it on the inside of his wrist meant it was easy to hide. Just wear a bracelet and no one was the wiser. The only problem was that sometimes he didn’t feel like wearing arm jewelry.
And he had to be mindful, otherwise he’d end up with a pale band of skin from lack of exposure. It was because of these troubles, he found the name bothersome. What sort of person could this Berenger be anyway?
To have never met them and already have such control over his choices. He didn’t like it.He wasn’t sure what he do if he actually met his soulmate.
berenger’s mark was easy to conceal, too, for the simple reason that he always wore sleeves. & if anyone were to notice it, so what? in his younger days, he’d done a bit of prying, trying to find this ancel. he’d thought, in youthful ignorance, that his soulmate would be among the nobility. no such luck. in time, he’d accepted that if they were meant to meet, they would. he’d wait.
& now the moment had come. berenger, usually so calm & self assured, had done something ridiculously impulsive. none of the other lords present had ever heard such an outrageous bid. even parsins, loyal to a fault, had raised his eyebrows when berenger had told him what he’d done. but he’d had to, hadn’t he? the man’s name was ancel.
when ancel came to his rooms, berenger was more nervous than he’d ever been in his life. a sudden fear struck him that this was the wrong ancel, that the name on his wrist wouldn’t be his. he stared at the red-head warily & pulled up his sleeve to show him the name written there. “i’m not mistaken, am i?” he asked. “could i see yours?”














