Beron stopped standing there like a sullen rock as it became apparent that Riahana Gaidin was looking to counsel and provide insight rather than just punish. Beron still felt coiled tight, like a clock spring over guys desire to protect Isla. Though as he listened to Roan’s advice he saw a sliver of grey where Ravak had made it seem as if there was none.
“I have been fortunate enough to work with your husband, he is a good man. Much like you now, he seems to have teaching in his bones. Ravak seemed as flexible as good Tower steel when it came to this situation,” Beron finished, forcing his voice into politeness.
Tilting her head slightly, the Gaidin paused to consider her words carefully, “Perhaps you and your young woman were not looking to bond, but we’ve seen what happens when people bond before they are fully ready and when they bond purely for love. Not all bonds are romantic in nature, and there are some here who feel bonds born of romance and love complicate matters.”
She gave a wry smile, “Given I am bonded to my husband, I am not one of them, but having seen what my Ji’val has been going through in the aftermath of losing her bondmate, I understand where the argument comes from.”
The Mistress of Training took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. When she spoke, her tone was warm as was her expression, “What we ask of you is to put the romance. . .the relationship on hold until you and she are both fully raised. I won’t forbid contact between the pair of you, as nothing says you cannot share a friendship. Anything beyond that, though, violates the rules laid out to you when you joined our ranks.
“If the feelings you two share are genuine, then you two will be able to endure until you are both fully raised. You both just need to be patient,” she finished.
Beron stood there, his mind working to absorb the words the Mistress of Arms was saying. He knew he was green, he knew he lacked the skills to protect a bondmate, and the idea of Isla suffering made him sick. “Is it true that it is worse for the Gaidin who survives a broken bond?” He asked softly , filled with a dreadful curiosity.
He could not imagine how the Ji’val must be suffering, and as Riahana finished explaining her rules, Beron was glad to know that he and Isla would not be forcibly seperated. Again very different from the picture painted by Ravak Gaidin. “I will take those words to heart Mistress, thank you for your understanding,” Beron replied.