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[byblow]

[ WHY INDEED he can barely keep up ]

Why do you know anything about Beleth's sexual revelations?

[elegiaque]

Thranduil told her we're married over crystal fr—

( you know what )


—while I was in the room.

[byblow]

Oh.

[ He thinks about this for a few seconds. He doesn’t recall whether or not he ever told Gwenaëlle about being propositioned, and if he didn’t then he doesn’t want to now—because it was a year and a half ago and he isn’t going to go around handing it out as ammunition. Beleth is his friend.

But his friend who only has so much room to consider elf and elf-blooded couples unpleasant. ]

Is she mad she wasn’t invited to the wedding?

[elegiaque]

I suspect she wants to know what his kingliness could possibly be doing with a cunt like me, but she was very professionally polite about it and suggested they speak—privately—the next day.

( so, maybe. )

[byblow]

Oh, come on.

[ About cunt. Just to register his disagreement. Even platonic love is blind. ]

That does sound... [ Like she wasn’t thrilled. Also like it’s being handled well enough he won’t have to pick sides. ] Wait, he’s a king?

[elegiaque]

( how is it that gwenaëlle is the one who needs spectacles when alistair's love is this blind?

wait, shit. )

It sounds like the extremely predictable result of 'Dalish elf discovers her hero married some mouthy human over literally any elf', honestly, that's what it sounds like. I'm only surprised it didn't go worse for him.

( just for him, she didn't say cunt again. er, or king. )

ii / ii.

[elegiaque]

It doesn't count, he's here now.

[byblow]

It counts in all the ways that matter. The ways that let me bow to him in the hall if nobody else is looking. Do you call him Your Majesty?

[elegiaque]

I absolutely do not.

( —she says, tamping down furiously on the impulse to answer 'only during sex'. )

[byblow]

[ Almost as if she hadn’t spoken, then: ]

I’m going to call him Your Majesty.

[elegiaque]

You are dreadful. Why couldn't you be a normal person who'd find the idea of elven kings too ridiculous to comment on?

[byblow]

Because I came so close to being one, maybe, and that really illustrates how ridiculous the entire concept is.

[elegiaque]

( wow, close shave, ferelden. )

Well, as competent a leader as I imagine you'd have been, pure selfish self-interest dictates I prefer neither of you having crowns. I'm hardly in a position to go befriending kings, so—

( whatever, ferelden can fend for itself and do fine. gwenaëlle needs an alistair. )