The chain of marriage.
I glance at Thayer who seems frozen, and for a long moment the silence grows at an awkward level. It seems Jorgen's thinking about his answer. It's clear now this whole marriage arrangement is much more complicated than I thought. Even Thayer seems stricken by Cassandra's comment. She obviously doesn't want me around Jorgen.
"And those horrible Pixies. They shouldn't be in the castle, Jorgen. They're disgusting creatures."
"Missi pissi, we aren't disgusting and your giant, fat-"
"Lenin, that's enough now," Jorgen warns my Pixies and I exhale with relief, knowing both of them are well and safe.
Then we both hear her pounding heels and moment later she barges through the door, nearly hitting me in the face.
She notices me and narrows her eyes at Thayer.
"You again. Of course, it seems you can't keep interfering with my private conversations," she snaps, placing her hands on her hips. "Hello Thayer."