(This rp is jointly written between me and Cowlass)
22 Day, December 2023
Royal Palace, Osfjord, Norgsveldet
The good Jarl of Vakrestrender didn’t need to knock onto the door of the Norgsveltian royal family. Given that he has an actual house on their grounds, and they treat him as a child of their own or outright Olav’s younger brother. Now he was an Akuanist and Yule, of course, is not an Akuan holiday, that being set aside. It was his favorite holiday, and well, most Norgsveltian Akuanists outright. Not because they celebrate Yule but rather, it’s the only time their Norgsveltians friends and customers actually are joyful and jolly rather than the eternal stoicism with a burning hatred of smalltalk they normally are.
To the degree that Norgsveltian Akuanists keep an online tracker for when it’s Yule season, just to keep track of their Ulvriktru neighbors and community for they are actually sociable for once. Jørgen, himself well Yule, was more or less an event for Bjørn family as traditionally in his family they would host the Akuan festival for New Year but given… Well no time to waste on tragedy when there is fun to be had! At least that’s what he lies to himself about.
The elven man sneaks into the kitchen from the backdoor, going past the various service staff preparing for dinner. Few of the members gave an odd stare at the Jarl walking by but carried on their work. Entering into the living room as he passed through the dining hall, sneaking right up behind High Jarlnja of Federation. Giving her a spook gave her a big hug, wrapping his arms around her. “Ha! Can’t escape me now, can you!”
“Ah! You little shit!” Alexandra said in a slightly annoyed voice as she tried to shake the larger elf behind her, she was dressed in her traditional bunad one her father had bought her. One well designed by one of the best tailors in Norgsveldet, black and white just in perfect colors representing Norgsveldet. She was, with difficulty, available to get away from the Jarl’s grasp.
“Hey now, don’t swear Alexandra. I know you were raised better.” He gave his big brother a voice, being incredibly smug about it. Giving a waggle of his finger towards her and pokes her nose. “I must say, if you wanted a bunad, you could have asked me for one.” He keeps his smug tone, looking over her outfit, “This was tailored in Osfjord wasn’t it?”
“Oh hust, I know how Esta is. You can handle me saying shit.” The purple haired kemonomimi said, rolling her eyes as she focused on building the gingerbread castle she was doing earlier before rudely being interrupted. “Look, knowing you it will become hundred times more costly, I don’t need everything to be made of Borean spider silk.” She teased as she put the final touches on the gingerbread castle.
“Yes, and I tell her not to just as well. Not to mention, I didn’t babysit her either so you watch your mouth before I get the bar of soap.” Jørgen shook his head at her, giving a very disappointed brotherly tone. “My outfits are more expensive, but they are worth it. Now where is that everso sheepish husband of yours? Is he currently knitting sweaters and cooking dinner?” He gave a warm smirk at her.
“Oh hush, be happy that Estrid is busy with that galla dinner or your East Borean little sister would have made dad mad.” She said going to the sink washing her hands. “And this dress is expensive as is, doesn’t want the people to think that every outfit we wear is as expensive as yours.” She sticked her tongue out at the Jarl, being only partially annoyed that the over rich bastard is critiquing the expenses of her dress. “Thierry is knitting with my mom right now, If you want to get warm mittens, keep me on my good side, hmm?” She gave him a small smirk.
“Please, søster made me plenty enough.” He rolled his eyes, before realizing his mistake. “My apologies, your mother made plenty enough for me.” It was the season, where the good jarl was… a bit more open about his emotions than he should be. Giving a shake of his head, “Sorry.” He gave a scratch of Alexandra’s head, “It’s been too long since we last talked you know.” He forced a smile on his face, trying to mask his pain. He absolutely hates this season, in a quiet way. Don’t get it wrong, he loves the holiday, but he just hates how he feels. Seeing people he holds closest to his heart, happy with their own family but… Not his own. Never his own family again, not his biological family. His smile was forced, but he always struggled with his tone about it.
Alexandra smiled warmly at that, as she quickly wrapped her arms around Jørgen, purring against him for a small moment. Rarely to do that, having taken her father’s wisdom at heart, but knowing Jørgen and this holiday, her mother’s values were better to keep in mind. “Hey, how about we watch that one anime you wanted to watch? You know the modern version about Stoic Yule?” She looked up at him, a small smirk on her lips. “Olav was a bit hesitant but like almost everybody else wants to watch it.”
“Dad, not Olav.” Jørgen corrected her, “He is your dad Alexandra, remember that.” He gave her hug back looking down at her with a serious brotherly look. “We can watch it, I will be happy too. If the old man disagrees, well that’s what he so clearly said was my ‘eyes of a puppy’ to work then.” He gives a smirk, hiding that deep level of not so happy emotions. “Spirits be kind, I remember you when you were only up to my knee, walking around with Yule movies bullying Øyvind and myself to watch it with you because your storebror…” He stopped himself again, another slip out in his many slip ups. “Your father was not in the mood for it.” He starts scratching the kemonomimi’s ears. “Just a little one, walking around demanding the both of us to watch with you, even when Øyvind told you that we were Akuanist, you threw a fit and wouldn’t settle down until we watched it twice with you.”
“Oh shut up, I know you wanted to watch those Yule movies as well. Especially if it had an attractive hero or heroine on its poster.” She said taking a small step back as she allowed him to scratch her ears, pushing her head unconsciously against his head as she purred. “You know how dad is like, he wants to be traditional and not rely as much on TV on stuff like Yule celebrations but the moment you bring those eyes of yours he folds. Even on the topic of anime which he has unreasonable dislikes too.” She rolled her eyes, remembering how often her dad vetoed any movies that were drawn in any style similar to that one animation about her father and mother.
Jørgen kept hugging, borderline squeezing Alexandra. Listening into her purs, refusing to let her go even for the slighless moment. “Spirits be kind…” He muttered under his breath in Nys’tat’en, trying to fight his tears. He came into his awares. “Oh forgive me.” The elven man let go, “Please, carry on with your construction, I’m sure Madam Pierre would approve.” He said with a smirk.
“Well as the official High Jarlyja of the Federation, the least I can do is keep the spirit of construction and high efficiency in mind.” She said, giving a small poke against the stable and efficient gingerbread castle. “Though don’t worry I won’t critique you as much as Pierre does.” She teased as she thoroughly washed her hands.
The elven man gave a weak smile, giving a final pat. “Goodness, I think I need a bit of air. My apologies, I shouldn’t bother you so much.” He never truly was part of their family, at least he felt like that. “Sorry.” He gave another apology, stepping away. Giving a smile, but his eyes told the tale of pain and sorrow. The tale is that he broke the tradition of the Bjørn family only because he was just lonely. Tears started ram the gates of his eyes, but he kept it back with reinforced strength. “Apologies again.” He turned around and started to walk away.
Alexandra wrapped her around his waist holding him in place as she laid her head against his shoulder, his back against her front. “It’s alright. Just please relax this Yule, okay?” She looked up at him with a small smile. “I need to get some air as well, so let’s go together. Alright?”
“Alexandra, is Yule for you.” He gives a smile, “Celebrate Yule, build your castle. Have a kitchen dance if you’re feeling Hjørdist enough. Besides… I gotta do my Akuan thing as you put it when you’re little.” The Jarl said with a smile, giving a pat to her.
“The castle is already finished, plus it’s been a while. So let’s both go outside for a moment.” She said crossing her arms, though noticing her elven brother not being fully convinced she let out a small sigh and looked up at him, giving him the ‘kitty’ eyes as he put it. “Please?”
He gave a small sigh, reaching down and giving her a kiss on the forehead. “Alright, but only because you’re giving those eyes. I’m sure your husband has seen them plenty of times.” He thinks for a moment, “No, actually he probably hasn’t honestly you can just order him like an officer.”
“Oh shut up.” She said, pushing the elf out of the kitchen. “And he doesn’t exactly complain, If I really was acting like an officer then he likely would have told me to stop.”
“My dearest Alexandra, he’s a Hjørdist.” Jørgen said with a laugh, willingly being pushed outside. “He is not going to complain, it’s simply not in their doctrine which you know.”
“Well, I have told him that can be honest with me.” Alexandra said as she took on her coat as the two prepared to go outside. “I told him that I want him to be comfortable and be himself, not to focus too much on the doctrine. I’m not exactly the perfect image of an Hjørdist wife.”
“Alexandra. First off, you are a perfect image for a Hjørdist wife, you’re only missing your sword. Second, if you know if you are raised in something, then you are going to be comfortable following in. Third, I know him, I was at your wedding. He is, by every definition and explanation, a perfect Hjørdist husband.” The jarl rolled his eyes, “Button up your coat, you catch a cold.” He spoke with a concerned tone. “I don’t want you getting sick.” His eyes looked over her with a worried look, taking off his own coat and forcingly wrapping it around her.
She buttoned up her coat and walked outside into the rare snowy day in Osfjord, a small rarity here but she got used to it in the Federation. “While you correct on the latter two, how am I a perfect image of an Hjørdist wife?” She raised an eyebrow at the Jarl, hesitantly allowing his coat around her.
“Alexandra, you tell your husband things like an officer gives orders, he asks you for permission to do things and you give it. The last time he was at a party of mine and a woman came up to him, I was worried you were going to have her head on a spike.” He rolled his eyes. Ruffling her hair, “I bet when you got a sword from his mother, you even cut your palm as thanks for it. You even did the promisees with him.”
“Wait a woman talked to him?” Alexandra asked in a somewhat serious tone, keeping an curious look towards the elf as she crossed her arms.
“See what I mean?” The elf said with a smile.
Her cheeks flushed for a small moment as she shook her head. “Look, that doesn’t prove anything.” She looked away for a small moment. “I don’t hit him like Hjørdist doctrine likes to do.”
“Yes it does Alexandra.” He laughed, “Honestly, you are the perfect High Jarlnja, first you are basically the picture perfect Hjørdist wife. Second, you were building a castle in your own free time, without anyone telling you anything different. Third, Hjørdist doctrine doesn’t approve of hitting your husband, that’s just a nasty stereotype. Fourth, you are literally always wearing a military uniform. All you need to truly complete your cultural conversion is a sword at your waist and screaming about how much you hate Vistaraland and Vakrestrender.”
“…Shut up.” She said letting out a sigh shaking her head. “Look I live in the Federation, trust me many Hjørdists would think I’m being too soft on him, and military uniforms just look very nice.” She kept underplaying the Jarl’s words as the two stood outside of the palace. “And I’ve built gingerbread castles since I was kid, dad did the same.”
“Please, be honest with me now.” He rolled his eyes, “Hjørdist think anything less than slavery on their husbands is too soft and believe me when I say that.” He gives a shiver, “Ever told you how Wilan had to fight a Hjørdist who tried to wed me?” He laughed, “Oh gods, or even Olav using the Fylkir position to scare them away.” He gave another laugh at that, patting her on her back. “I know your history with gingerbread castles, I was there.” He said with a soft tone, trying his best not to include himself into her family or history. “Spirits…”
She let out a small giggle, shaking her head. “Well seeing as Johanna at mom’s birthday party, one could say you married the perfect Hjørdist wife as well.” She said having a hand on her hip, a small smirk on her lips. “Compared to her, I’m an Akuanist.”
“That’s different, I… had a certain ex partner there.” Jørgen said with a quiet tone. Looking around the outdoors, feeling a bit more at peace. “Sorry, but would you mind… If I was alone for a moment? Just a moment.” He gave her a cheerful smile, one that was forced through his lips and against his Akuan roots. Hopefully Alexandra forgot or at least, doesn’t remember such details about how horrified Akuanists when alone to the point of suicide.
“I can be more quiet if you want me too, but not sure If you should be alone.” She had a more concerned look, leaving the more strong facade she was taught to have from her father behind.
He sat down onto a chair nearby, being quiet. “I’m okay, you can trust me.” He looks at her with that same damnable smile up at her. One he trained from birth to have at all times. “I won’t force you to leave, but a moment of rest is all I need.” Akuanists? Being quiet and not wanting to be around others? Unthinkable, truly actually unthinkable if there was one thought across Akuan customs that unified, it would be loneliness and being alone in itself is horrid, if not cruelty. There is no word for kill in Nys’tat’en, only exile which in itself means to isolate.
“Should I go ask Johanna to come outside here?” She asked, still concerned. “Honestly If you’re feeling down just tell us, and If you don’t want me to comfort you then at least let me get your girlfriend.” She placed a hand on her hip, being a bit sassy on the last remark.
He gave a small chuckle, “Oh spirits, you’re as bad as your mother you know that? Next thing I know is you’re going to be asking my secretary. I be fine Alexandra, I just need a-”
A small child bursting from the inside into Jørgen’s lap hugging him tightly. “Good spirits Ny’Kan-” He didn’t get a chance to say another word as Olav’s Beard, the ever so awful fox jumped on him as well, trying to nibble on his ear. “H-hey! Hey! Down! Down!” The bastard fox refused to obey, this time, ignoring the ear and going straight for an expensive suit, tearing the collar off and running away with his tie. He barely had to process it all. His jacket and undershirt ruined with a high level of speed and precision which could only be matched by special forces.
The youngest of the royal family, without even giving him a moment to process the tragedy spoke up. “Don’t worry Jørge-”
“Jarl Bjørn.”
“Whatever, I got you a pair of sleepwear that can replace that silly suit.” The child gave far too much sass with her words. “Come on! We can watch Yule movies and drink hot coco.” The child grabbed the sleeve of his jacket, which further ripped it apart. Coming off all together.
Jarl simply sighed, muttering to himself in an annoyed tone before quickly recovering. “Alright, alright we can watch one movie or two. Show me my prison uniforms.”
Alexandra giggled seeing the interaction, giving the elf a pat on the shoulder. “I’ll try to keep O.B away from you, go and enjoy some Yule movies now.” She had a teasing smirk on her face.
“You be-”
O.B came back for another assault on the jarl, this time ripping his pants in a rapid hit and run attack. Jørgen looks at the fox as that dastardly menace runs by with part of his suit pants. “I-I don’t even understand how or why… This is strong suit, it shouldn’t be able to be ri-”
The fox came back, about to tear the other pant leg before being picked up Alexandra who was holding him tightly. “Bad.” She said looking at the fox sternly.
The fox looked at Alexandra, and gave a chuckle laugh. Then looking back at Jørgen, still laughing. Jørgen spoke up, “He’s quite literally mocking me…”
“He is literally nice and calm to everyone but you.” Alexandra said in an apologetic tone while ensuring that the fox wasn’t able to get out of her grasp. “Do you have something in like your clothing or perfume that you use that somehow gets foxes mad at you?”
“No, not a single fox, including the ones I own has ever done this to me. I even bought fox repellent and sprayed my suit just in case this would happen with him again.” He gave a sigh, looking at the reminds of his suit. “This outfit was… Spirits Johanna is going to hurt me when she finds out it’s ruined, I told her it was uhh…” He looks at Alexandra, “Well, let’s not worry about the price, I will cover it. Don’t tell Olav, he only asks to pay for it and then I might end up telling him how much it cost and then he tells Johanna.” The jarl thinks for a moment, looking dead in Alexandra eyes. “Do not, inform Johanna.” He waves his finger, “Serious don’t. She is still upset about my last suit.”
“You sure she isn’t secretly a Hjørdist?” The Princess said in a teasing tone before letting out a small chuckle. “I won’t, now go before Ny’Kandenor become cranky and O.B decides join forces with her again.”
The fox, at the mention of Ny’Kandenor, laughed again. The elven man looked at the fox, “I think they already did.” He squints at the fox. “Did you O.B? Did you join forces with Ny’Kandenor.”
Ny’Kandenor coming out with a completely unfashionable, silly and down right cartoonish sleepwear for the fashion icon. “I bought this for you with my allowance!” She smiled brightly, lifting it up for the elven man to look at. A small bottle dropped out of her pocket, which the Jarl didn’t notice, too busy focusing on the sleepwear. Keep a smile on his face, “Ah this is lovely Ny’Kandenor, I put it on right away.” He takes the clothes, leaving for the inside and to escape that evil fox.
Leaving Ny’Kandenor and Alexandra alone together in the yard with the High Jarlnja holding O.B.
Alexandra squatted down to grab the bottle holding it in one hand as she kept O.B in one arm. With her reading out the name of the bottle before standing up again. “Fox nose… Will give a stronger scent for…” She gave a serious look towards her. “You put this onto his clothes?”
“Put what on his clothes?” Ny’Kandenor stares up innocently, looking at the bottle. Then jumped up to grab the bottle out of Alexandra’s hands and ran back inside quickly.
“Ny’Kandernor you!” She let out a sigh as she saw the Princess running away inside. “That little, brat.” She shook her head as she walked inside as well, putting O.B down so she could hang up the coats. “Now, how do you say we go give mom and Thierry a visit, hmm?” She said looking down at the fox.
The fox gave a happy yelp, running at full speed towards the living room. Giving a chuckle along the way. The fox ran over to Thierry, resting his head on the man’s lap. “Oh, hello Mr. O.B. How are you today?” The fox gave no reply, for it is still, a fox.
Wilhelmina let out a warm giggle seeing the fox rest on her son-in-law, putting down her knitting kit, as she held up a pair of two small dark blue mittens up in the air, smiling proudly at her work. With Alexandra walking in, having a small smile on her lips seeing the cute scene in front of her. “They look very nice, mamma.”
“Well they better! Wanna ensure your kid stays nice and warm if you’re gonna keep visiting colder nations.” Her mom said with a teasing smile. “Now please sit down and rest sweetie, trust me I know I needed to.”
“I will, I will.” Alexandra said, shaking her head as she sat down next to Thierry, giving him a peck on the lips as she scratched the fox’s ears.
Thierry gave a warm pur resting against his wife, lifting up a sweater he knitted. “Made this one for Ny’Kandenor.” He spoke with a quiet but proudful voice. Placing that one down, he picked up a pair of mittens, “These I made for the Jarl, made Ny’Kandenor pair too so they both match.” He places them neatly, into organized rows. “And I made this for you.” He raises another sweater, which is slightly concerning about many things he has knitted despite them just arriving here. “I made tiny little warships on it for you.” He points out the gray boats he knitted onto it.
Alexandra looked at the adorable sweater her husband had made for her, rubbing her fingers on it. She loved them. “Aww, thank you.” She said, wrapping her arms around his neck hugging him before giving him a big kiss on the lips. “You make the most beautiful of things for me, and I rarely do the same.” She had a wide warm smile.
“Well you are pregnant so don’t say that.” Wilhelmina teased as she started to work on another pair of mittens. “So just wait a few more months and you’d be giving back.”
“I didn’t think we had to give gifts for our own Freya Anointing unless it’s different here?” Thierry was quite confused looking up at Wilhelmina. O.B. covering his face with a paw. With his girlfriend’s cheeks being flushed red from her mother’s comment. “Oh, my father started to work on building a crib for our kid.” He gave a smile at Alexandra, “He had my sister find the best tree in the forest for it.”
“That sounds lovely.” Alexandra gave him a kiss on the cheek as she laid her head against his shoulder.
“Aww you two look absolutely adorable.” The Queen said, speaking up as she took out her phone, to take a quick picture of the two.
“Mamma…” Alexandra said in a sigh looking towards her mother, a bit embarrassed.
“Oh come on, I’m not taking pictures of you two doing anything bad.” Wilhelmina said, rolling her eyes as she took a few more pictures.
Thierry wrapped his arms around Alexandra giving her a kiss on the cheek. Making a pose for the photo, speaking up with a joyful tone. “Would you mind sending me those photos too?” Still keeping a quiet tone.
Wilhelmina smiled warmly at that, clapping her hands together. “Of course, sweetie!” She said as she excitedly sent the pictures to her favorite child-in-law. Even if it made her dear daughter blush, but with her eldest gone in Nystatiszna, then she gotta tease her second eldest!
Ny’Tencømo walked into the room with a huff and a pout, crossing her arms and sat down next to Wilhelmina. Completely changing the mood of the room with her attitude.
“You okay, dear?” Wilhelmina asked, looking down at her second youngest, placing a hand on her head, scratching it.
“Stupid dad…” She says in a pouty voice. O.B. Changing from being on Thierry’s lap over towards resting on hers giving a small whimper for her attention. “Says I’m not allowed to have a car even though I got my driver’s license. Did you know that he even told Jørgen he’s not allowed to buy me a car? It’s such bullshit.” She swore, which of course is completely unroyal like and quite negative.
“Don’t swear, Ny’Tencømo, It’s not proper.” Alexandra said in a more serious tone, wanting to at least help in her little sister’s Royal etiquette. Knowing how tiring it’s for her parents to deal with.
“I heard you call Jørgen a little shit just a few moments ago.” Ny’Tencømo gave a dirty look towards her older sister.
The queen just let out a sigh. “Calm down now.” She said, wrapping her arm around her daughter’s shoulder, giving her a kiss on the forehead. “You know your father just wants to look out for all of us, right? Plus why do you want your own car? You’re not leaving the nest yet.”
“I didn’t get my own car until I was 19, as part of dad’s plan to prepare us for work as Royal Protectors. Just be patient.” Alexandra explained in a calm manner trying to ignore how much of a brat her little sister was being.
“Hphm, Jørgen got a car when he was my age.” She gives a “hmph!” Towards her sister. Thierry, usually not one to speak, did so again and kept quiet to continue his knitting work.
The Queen just chuckled at that, shaking her head, Olav had told her quite a bit about Jørgen’s first car. “He wasn’t even legally allowed to drive it yet, a guard always did it for him.” She said as she ruffled up her daughter’s brown dyed hair. “Plus he wasn’t even allowed by his father to have one, it was his older brother Øyvind who bought it. Why do you think Olav stopped Jørgen from doing the same, hmm?”
“Because he already said no and Olav was mad enough at him.” Ny’Tencømo said with a sigh, “Also his girlfriend is making him spend less money on stuff. Which is lame and I hate her.”
“Well you certainly share our father’s opinion about her.” Alexandra mumbled under her voice as she took the cup of hot choco that Thierry had prepared for her. Giving him a kiss on the forehead before taking a sip of her drink.
“You’ll get your car eventually sweetheart.” The queen said, giving her daughter’s nose a poke. “Now how about we find something fun to do?”
Thierry lifts up a sweater, another one. Getting a raised eyebrow from Ny’Tencømo, “You two just got here today, how have you made this many sweaters already? Did you bring them with you?”
He looked towards his wife instinctively asking for permission to speak. He was familiar with her family of course, but it was just a force of habit.
Alexandra rolled her eyes but gestured for him to speak. She was still trying to get him used to speaking freely with her family.
“No I didn’t bring any with me, I just like knitting and kept my focus.” He spoke in that quiet tone of his. He was still knitting throughout all of this, working on another sweater.
“Why did you look at Alex before speaking to me? Are you autistic?” Ny’Tencømo wasn’t even trying to be mean, but the knitting, the refusal to speak without Alexandra getting him to and his tone of voice. Not even to mention when she visited them, their manor was decorated with trains and buses, who the fuck actually does that if not a autistic person.
“Ny’Tencømo!” Alexandra said glaring at her bratty little sister, being extremely annoyed.
“He decorated the manor with trains and buses! That’s got to be sign!” She threw up her hands, much to the annoyance of O.B. Who moved back to Thierry’s lap. Thierry, was completely and utterly confused by… Everything Ny’Tencømo is saying.
Wilhelmina let out a sigh shaking her head. “He’s an Hjørdist from the Federation, it’s a matter of customs and tradition there.” She said in a calm warm tone giving an apologetic look towards her son-in-law. “Thierry can explain better what those customs are.”
“Does he need permission from Alex to do that too or?” She give a gestured to the shocked Thierry. “I mean, come on who actually watches the boring show about things being built. Like who cares about how a train is being built.”
Thierry shocked look turned into annoyed look. First time his mother-in-law ever actually saw him being upset. “You are quite rude.” Giving a quick side eye towards Alexandra.
“And you’re autistic.” The young kemonomimi crossed her arms, looking at Thierry.
“Ny’Tencømo!” Alexandra said, standing up glaring down at her little sister, being very close to just giving her a slap at the back of her head.
“Okay, Okay.” Wilhelmina said, putting her hands up trying to get everyone to calm down. “You should apologize to your brother-in-law.”
“If you don’t I’ll tell Pierre you insulted the Federation’s public transportation system.” Alexandra said, crossing her arms.
“How can a bunch of buses and trains be so important?” Ny’Tencømo rolled her eyes, still crossing her arms in a huff. “Fine, I’m sorry Thierry.” As much she wanted to get one more jab in, she rather not speak to the woman who literally looks angry all the time.
“Are you shit talking about our public transportation system?” Violette, a newcomer to the family, steps into the room. Briefly reaching her sword before remembering she wasn’t allowed to carry it in Norgsveldet. Joan stepped in shortly after her, the two of them wearing matching blue Yule sweaters with the symbol of the Gavbringer on it.
“Don’t worry she’s just being a little brat.” Joan said, rolling her eyes as she took a sip from the cup of hot choco in her hand.
“Oh you two came!” Wilhelmina said, clapping her hands together as she stood up, her having decided to wear a Yule styled kimono. One of course designed by Jørgen. Being dark blue in design with reindeer symbols around the waist. She wrapped her arms around the two hugging them tightly, with Joan having to be careful to not spill anything.
“Of course we did, as much as I love the end of the Year Celebration back home. I always wonder how a whole country celebrates Yule.” Violette gave a proud smile, still not quite into the ‘hugging’ thing this family does.
“End of the Year Celebration, is perhaps the worst name for a holiday I ever heard in my life.” Ny’Tencømo muttered under her breath, annoyed.
“Oh you gonna love it darling.” Wilhelmina said, taking a step back, having a bright smile. “Hopefully your family isn’t too mad for us having you here in the holidays.”
“I wouldn’t be too worried, Marie likely ensuring they are spoiling Johan rotten over there.” Joan said, wrapping an arm around her girlfriend’s waist.
Violette gave a weak chuckle at the mention of her family. “Haha yes, them. Say Joan, wasn’t you supposed to carry a message from the Fylkir?”
“Ah yes, Alexandra. Pappa wants to talk with you.” Joan gestured for her to go up stairs where their father’s office was at.
The purple haired princess let out a sigh as she gave Thierry a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be back soon, okay, sweetie?” She gave him a warm look.
He still was knitting but smiled sweetly at her, despite what her younger sister said. “When you get back, do you want to watch a holiday special for Process of Creation?”
“Sure, but we’ll be watching Ørn: A Yule Carol afterwards.” She said, rolling her eyes at the mention of that Federation made movie. She gave him one final kiss on the lips before walking towards the door.
“Okay.” He gave a chipper tone, but still being rather quiet. Focusing on his knitting again, while Ny’Tencømo was muttering under her breath. “Maybe the collectivized autism there too.” Until her mother gave a less than polite stare at her daughter.
Joan and Violette taking a seat on the nearby couch, relaxing together after an annoying flight. With Joan snuggling up against her, giving Violette a kiss on the cheek. “I’m so happy you joined us for Yule.” She said quietly in Frakanic. Though her girlfriend was learning Norgsveltian at a surprisingly quick speed, she wasn’t fully versed in it just yet. “And your accent is utterly adorable when you speak Norgsveltian.” She teased giving the Raven haired princess another kiss on the cheek.
Violette kissed her back on the lips. “It’s honestly difficult language an-” The Frida royal was cut off by a quick comment by Joan’s little sister.
“Wait, you’re gay?” Ny’Tencømo gave a gasp, “Does dad know? Did you speak with Jørgen first? He’s the expert in gay stuff, right?” She looks around the room, mostly at her mother of course. Thierry was still knitting away.
Joan couldn’t help but roll her eyes from Ny’Tencømo’s comments. Giving a small apologetic look towards her girlfriend before looking back towards her little sister. “I’m surprised you didn’t know, it was a rather big thing on the news.”
“What do you mean Jørgen is the expert? Your father is the only man I’ve dated.” The queen spoke up raising an eyebrow at her daughter, putting down her knitting kit.
“You’re an Akuanist, it’s different.” She rolls her eyes.
“So is Jørgen.” Was the immediate response from the rest of the room, except Thierry who was still knitting a new sweater for his darling wife.
“Yeah, but his family is literally a shorthand for gay. Does a friend of Bjørn ring any bells?” Ny’Tencømo shook her head, “I mean his own name even, like is use for trans people. Clearly, he is the expert on it.”
The queen just sighed, understanding the point her daughter was making. “Alright, Alright. But yes, both Jørgen and your father know. I think you might be only one who don’t, it’s been a major topic on the news.”
“News is boring and lame.” Ny’Tencømo gives a huff.
“Still, it was hardly hidden.” Joan said in a joking tone, taking a sip of her hot chocolate, which was also made by Thierry. “So not sure how you’re that surprised.”
“I mean, I’m not surprised, you never had a boyfriend and stuff but still all open about this.” Ny’Tencømo explains, gesturing towards Violette. “I mean, I never met her, who is her family?”
“Royal house of Frida.” Violette explains in her heavy accent.
“Frida? That house of Frida?” Ny’Tencømo’s eyes widen.
“Indeed.” Violette snuggles with her girlfriend, steal her hot coco to take a sip from it as well.
“How has dad not killed you yet!? Like! That was the one royal house we’re not supposed to mess with that much! Even though I know that!” Ny’Tencømo rather loud tone attracting the youngest, dragging the Jarl of Vakrestrender by his hand.
The youngest of the royal family looked at Violette, giving a polite wave and asked. “Where is my friend?”
The Princess from the Federation replied in short. “He’s at home with your big brother Johan.”
“Lame.” Ny’Kandenor sighed, trying to drag Jørgen back to watching endless holiday movies. He just picked her up and carried her.
“Before I go, you two, be good and don’t do anything wrong.” He pointed at Violette and Joan.
“Look, we did not know it was your room, okay.” Joan said, placing the hands in front of her defensively.
“Not good enough, do better Joan. Your mother raised you better than that. Princess Violette, I will have Yuri throw you into the pool if you act out of line.” The jarl looked directly at Violette.
She had a small smirk as she spoke up. “If y-”
“Another word, and you find yourself in the pool.” He stopped her from speaking. His massive Ursine bodyguard appeared out of nowhere. His ever loyal bodyguard wearing a Yule sweater knitted by Thierry, and giving a grunt and pointing at his eyes then back at Violette and Joan.
Then the Jarl moved his finger to point at Ny’Tencømo. “Be polite and not run your mouth.”
“But I-” The second youngest started to argue.
“Shush, and be a good child or else I will start posting all of your yearbook photos onto Pigeon.”
Ny’Tencømo gave an upset tone, her ears and tail standing up in frustration. “That’s bu-”
“No swearing.” He gave a brotherly, and strong voice. Certainly with no help at all from his Ursine bodyguard also looking at the princess. Ny’Tencømo gave a huff, crossing her arms again.
Moves his pointing finger towards the Queen. “Whatever you think about bring up. Please don’t. Absolutely none of your teasing about me and Johanna, nor any about your children.”
“Oh please you can’t stop me.” Wilhelmina said in a small teasing tone as she started knitting.
“I have your photos from when you had head lice in college.” He stared her down, giving a strong stare.
Putting down her knitting kit as she crossed her arms as she narrowed her eyes at him. “No you don’t. Only Olav has those pictures.” She remembered it very well since Olav was the one who was there and kept her company.
“Olav gave them to me, to make sure you are kept in check. You have a birthmark, next to your ear.” The Jarl refused to back down, matching her glare as the youngest of the royal family gave him a hug.
“…That is very dirty of him to do.” Wilhelmina said annoyed but backed down, shaking her head. “I’m gonna have a serious talk with him after his meeting is done.”
Then moves his finger to Thierry, “Nice to see you Thierry!” Then he places his finger down. Jørgen gave a warm look towards him. The Jarl was trying to lighten the load for Olav, at least as much as he could given the situation.
Thierry didn’t have any issue speaking with Jørgen. “Heya Jørgen, I made you and your girlfriend a sweater!” He gave a bright but still quiet voice. Offering the Jarl two hand made sweaters. To which the Jarl warmly accepted, taking it in his free hand. “Alright I’m off to watch movies about a religion I’m not even part of, all of you be good and don’t stress out your father.” He turned around and started walking away.
“Tell Johanna that it’s lovely to see her again!” Wilhelmina said loudly with a warm smile before she focused back on her knitting again, humming to an old Akuan song in her head. With one part being very happy to be spending time with, well, almost everyone in the family. Ingrid and Johan both being away was sad but she understood why. She was going to complain to Olav about it anyways, especially now that he had threatened with the ‘nuclear option’ as the two called it.
Thierry, gave Wilheimina a pat on the shoulder. Shockley, despite being married to Alexandra for so long. This is the first time he ever actually tried to give her something close to a hug, at least himself willingly. He gave a warm smile, still not speaking without his wife here.
Ny’Tencømo spoke up, “Why are you still quiet? We all heard you speak.”
“Ny’Tencømo be respectful to Hjørdist customs, unless you want to anger a Frida.” Joan teased from the other side of the room, her head laying against Violette’s chest.
Violette, of course, acted as normal Hjørdist would. Grabbing a nearby vase, smashing it against a wall and holding up a shard of it towards her. Giving a warm, and polite smile as she did so.
Thierry, being the only one not at all phased by this. He returned to knitting.
Wilhelmina immediately held up her hands looking shocked at Violette. “Hey! Hey! Down with the shard!” She said putting down her knitting kit again as she leaned over her daughter in a protective manner.
“Violette, you know you have to pay for that right?” Joan said, looking up at her girlfriend, placing a hand on her wrist. Not being really surprised. “It’s very expensive, over 20 million UKR worth.”
“What.” Violette looked over at Joan, in complete shock. “How does a vase cost that much? Did your older brother make it? How? Seriously, how the…” She was shocked, “20 million? Like what? How? Why? I-”
“It was a recreation of an ancient Ulvrikian vase from ancient imperial era.” Joan said in a matter of fact tone not exactly caring too much about the topic but she knows how much her father drilled on about history, legacy and etc etc. It became natural for her by now to talk about it. “One of the few recreations, most others are in museums. It is an insane price but there are more expensive ones out there.”
“She is still holding a shard!” Wilhelmina said, pointing towards the shard the insane princess was holding.
Violette has not let go of the shard, still holding on to it. “Seriously… You’re not joking?” Violette expressed pure panic in her voice, that vase she just broke was worth half of what her family is worth. “Dragonflames take me now.” She dropped the shard, resting her head into her hands in utter panic. She messed everything up again. “20 million united krone…” She gave a quiet voice, still in utter shock. Her girlfriend held her tight, kissing her on the cheek as she purred against her.
Wilhelmina let out a sigh of relief, shaking her head. “Look, don’t worry about it. You don’t have to pay for anything, okay?” She said sitting down placing a hand on her chest to calm down her beating heart. “Just next time, don’t threaten people, please? We do not fight here.”
The princess was still in shock about how expensive a bloody vase could be. “Gods be praised, 20 million… Why… How? Just… Gods…” She needed a moment, why would something be so expensive, this family could not survive in the Federation with a 20 million UKR vase. She raised her head, her heart still beating. “Thank you… And sorry, it’s a force of habit.”
Ny’Tencømo was in utter shock, giving a brief look at Thierry and then a look at Violette. Holding her mother extremely closely, squeezing her mother. Completely scared. “Wh-what the fuck is wrong with Hjørdists?!”