Page 89 of Tsumiko and the Enslaved Fox
Argent had said the same thing, making his intentions clear. He wanted a marriage, to be the Amaranthine equivalent of husband and wife.
Tsumiko, pardon my asking
Is this about Argent?
Yes.
Ah. We should talk. But know this …
A fox chooses once and chooses well
Even a human?
Moreso
This is important! Tell Argent
I have it under good authority
That the Spokesperson for the dog clans
Has a human bondmate
And she recently bore him a healthy son
The story is clogging the networks
What they *haven’t* mentioned
Is they’ve been pledged for three centuries
300 years. How?
No idea, but Sansa is adamant
Argent needs to know
Why?
Hope
At that moment, the balcony door opened, and Argent stepped through. He was dressed in his butler’s uniform, but his posture had less starch in it. And his hair was wind-ruffled.
Tsumiko ventured, “You went out?”
His brow arched, and he answered the underlying question. “I gave the forget-me-nots to Eimi.”
“Thank you.” She toyed awkwardly with her necklace, then held out the phone. “You should probably just read this. I’ve been texting Michael and Sansa.”
He calmly took a seat on the bed’s edge, accepting the device. He scrolled through the entire exchange twice, then tapped in several exchanges before offering it back.
She read the additions.
You have always been
entirely too optimistic.
Argent
