He took her hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing first the back, then the palm. "As for those other matters... all offers remain open.""My answer will not change," she replied, a smile playing at the corner of her lips. "I will not commit myself to any marriage before my hold on the throne is secure.""The coronation is but two weeks away," Al-Cid reminded her. "Surely, once that is accomplished--""It will help." Ashe allowed Al-Cid to tug on her hand and draw her closer. "But I must establish myself as sole monarch before taking a husband, or even a royal consort. Do you think they will listen to a woman if I give them the opportunity to listen to a man instead?"
Zidane strolled into Treno the way he had all his life, full of bluster and confidence, but for the first time the guards actually took notice. “First time in Treno, sir?”“Yes,” Zidane lied. He gave them a genuine smile, pleased that his cover was going over well already. “I have business with Mr. Rook. Could you direct me to his estate?” He rubbed two fifty gil pieces between his fingers for emphasis.The guard took them and dropped the coins into his coin purse. “He's on the right side of the waterfront, between Mr. Knight and Mr. King. In fact, you might want to visit Mr. King's auction house first, he spends most of his time there.”Zidane tipped his hat. “Much appreciated.”“And a word of warning sir,” the guard added. “Be careful with how you show off your father's gil. There's thieves about.”
Jihl stood. "Tomorrow, we'll head to the Fault Warrens. For your sake, I hope you're not lying." She moved next to Cid and slapped handcuffs on his wrists. The handcuffs hummed softly from their small Manadrive, which produced a constant Fog effect on the wearer--a l'Cie special, PSICOM had called them. Cid's headache returned, and his thoughts took on the substance of mist every time he even considered a spell."What? You don't trust me?""Not any less than I did during our youth." Jihl smiled and laid down beside him. "I hope you still only like boys, Raines, because if you get any ideas while we sleep, we'll be eating your balls for breakfast."Cid sighed and lay down, facing the fire instead of her. Somehow, he always seemed to find himself in some ridiculous mess. It was his special gift. Some people danced, others sang, and Cid found trouble.