Olav could not help but take a sip of his second glass of wine, a heavy one at that as he saw his son and his girlfriend walk towards them. His wife having given him concerned looks during it all. Squeezing his hand to assure him that she was there as support. “I’m fine.” He said letting out a sigh as he kissed her forehead.
“You sure?” She whispered in a low tone, as she looked up towards him.
“Just let me handle them. They need a reality check.” His voice was deep and hidden with its anger. One Wilhelmina knew so well as she let out a small sigh as she leaned her head against his chest.
Two idiots stand before Olav and Wilhelmina, Marie performing a half-body bow putting her hand on Johan’s back to follow suit. Much to his confusion. “It is a pleasure to finally meet the both of you, I am Princess Marie-Noëlle of House Frida, ke-” She was cut off by the moderately upset Norgsveltian monarch.
“As much I enjoy royal protocol, I must demand you two to follow us into this room. To talk, in private.” He said as he gestured to the room behind him, whose door was opened up a servant that gave them a bow as well.
The prince gave an concerned look towards his mother for a small moment before nodding his head, as he waited for Marie to take the first step.
Marie can’t say she was surprised by his majesty’s outburst. Warmly squeezing the prince’s hand and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Letting him know it will be alright at the end. Walking forward, Johan in tow following the Norgsveltian royals.
Olav took another sip of his glass as he entered the room, emptying the glass as he placed it on a wooden table. Staying quiet for a moment until he heard the click sound of the door closing. He gave a stern glare towards his son, crossing his arms while doing so. His son was squeezing his girlfriend’s hand harder, almost wanting to hide behind her to avoid his glare. He put his focus on Marie, who held his eye. “You two might be promisees, and I’m not here to stop it. But I am here to request one single thing, and by the Allguardian’s name, just accept it. We can all make this brief.” He said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I would like to first mention that I love you Johan and welcome to the family Marie.” Wilhelmina was quick to get that off her chest, before her husband started his process. The kemonomimi leaned her body over, to look towards Johan, past Marie who he was almost completely hiding behind at this point.
“Thank you, mom.” Johan couldn’t help letting out a small sigh of relief with that.
“The request is rather simple, mainly. Do not, in any circumstances, use my son in any manner to further your own political ambitions. Mrs. Marie.” Olav said keeping his voice down as much as possible, though he held it back it was clear he was angry.
Marie, was quick on the defense preparing to verbally spar with the king. “Could you specify what you mean by political ambition your lordship? If I meet with a friend of mine at a ballroom and he is standing next to me. Would the count towards him furthering my ambition? Even if he was only standing there?” She kept her tone stable, not yet raising to anger like how the king was approaching.
“If you are at a political event to further your more reactionary wing of the Restorationist Party and anything involving that party, then I advise you to let him stay at your castle then have him follow you around like a puppy.” Olav said, keeping his voice more calm for now. “My house does not need to end up being accused with supporting problematic elements in the Federation.”
“Anything with that party?” Marie stared dangerously into the King’s eyes. “You mean the only other party in the country? The party that makes the eighth of parliament? That, we should keep ourselves separate from the voice of the people, who are already suffering.” She squeezed Johan’s hand. Mostly to provide comfort to the young prince rather than herself. “Does not the democratic will of people need a voice? Shouldn’t the love of my life be with me at such critical events?”
“Please, you specifically aligned yourself with the most reactionary members of the party. With nationalists and advocates for segregation.” The king rolled his eyes at Marie’s comments. “You are hardly the biggest democrat, and you can do all those things without my son at your side. Isn’t it a Hjørdist value to advocate for men to stay in the house?” He gave a look towards his son who looked down for a moment.
“We’re a nationalistic country, and for those other accusations. I suppose the same people who told you that, are the same ones in charge.” Marie crossed her arms, attempting to keep her calm tone. “Hjørdist value is for husbands to stay home to take care of the children and support their wives.”
“Which he can perfectly do, from the castle.” Olav kept a calm demeanor, only being mildly annoyed which is better than normal by now. “I know about your ursine comments, Marie. Do not try to deny it.” He kept his arms crossed, though allowing his wife to hold his hand. “As king I must enforce my family’s impartiality in the internal politics of Crown Realm nations. Especially in regards to the Federation’s constitution.”
“My comments are just that, comments. I have never acted on them, despite the common sense of it all.” The princess scoffed at Olav, “You say regards the constitution but is freedom of speech and association not part of it? Not to mention, surely aware of its history? Of the socialist backstabbing the conservatives to place it in more kind words. For the first time, my family can finally walk outside, and eat somewhere that doesn’t require two week notice to the government but yet you seek to limit us just as they have.”
“It doesn’t matter what you have never acted on, what matters is what you and many of the radical reactionaries you align yourself wants to enact.” Olav said having only been able to keep himself calm from his wife’s presence. “While I do not think your family was treated fairly, that hardly an excuse to dabble in extremism. Nor do I seek to limit you, I only seek to limit his role.” He gestured toward his son, giving him a cold look. “Say whatever you want, push for any reactionary policies that you want. But keep my son out of it.”
The Prince wanted to speak up, to defend his girlfriend and to genuinely support her ambitions. Yet his throat fell dry as he saw the glare given his way.
The princess wrapped her arm around him, giving him a protective and comforting hug. “Despite your accusations of my association with certain elements, are you simply overly looking at the rest of the party I speak with? How about the members of the socialists party I speak with as well? Is it my only sin to speak with a handful of members who are more right-winged than modern politics allow?” Marie’s voice started to raise in return, having had this discussion with her own family more times than she could count by this point. “You say I dabble in extremism, but isn’t it right of the people when their voice is rejected and controlled to be further radicalized?”
“As a genuine constitutionalist, no. Extremism is never the answer. If you align yourself with the far right then that is on you, nobody else.” Olav was getting quickly tired of the conversation. “Once more, you can continue on as normal. But I will oppose any involvement my son will have with said party. Radicals or not, it is just not acceptable.”
“Well, that Isn’t exactly for you to decide.” The Prince said in a more confident voice.
Marie gave a gentle kiss to her boyfriend’s forehead, a nice and polite way of telling him to be quiet. “So if we with members of the socialists party then it is fine but the moment we speak to anyone who isn’t screaming red, we’re in the wrong then? What about the constitution, do you believe it to be truly fair and equal in all things? If we love freedom so much, then why can’t one make a company where they own the company themselves and not have to share it with their su- employees without the fear of being arrested or shut down.”
Johan just sighed as he fell back to follow his girlfriend’s lead, meaning silence.
“Look. Just keep my son out of party politics, that should not be too difficult.” Olav said letting out an irritated sigh as he looked down at the two of them. “You two either accept that or my son will face the consequence of not accepting this demand.” Almost for a small moment he gave an apologetic look before continuing glaring down at them. “I understand the frustrations with dealing with the Federation’s socialist system. I’ve spoken with Pierre about my personal issues with it. But that’s it. Johan, as a Prince of Norgsveldet it should be personal, private and rarely public. If he comes along joining political events in support to political parties he breaks a vital part that my house try to uphold.”
“If you wish to censor us, then so be it as Fylkir and head of your house.” Marie holds Johan close, “However, I will not hold back my tongue against the murders of my family, and destroyers of my people’s culture.” She gave a powerful tone. “If his fate in life is to be punished for the ultimate sin of loving me, and he is to be punished by his own father, then so be it.”
The Prince purred in her hold, wrapping his own arm around her as well.
“I’m not censoring, I’m not punishing. I’m upholding my house’s values.” Olav’s voice rose up a bit higher at that, not angry but more as commanding. Looking directly at Johan. “As such, If you fail to uphold it my son. You will be stripped out of your titles, to no longer represent our house.”
The Prince’s eyes widened slightly at that looking up at his father, while often making snarky comments about the Royal life, he well. Never entertained the idea that his father would threaten to actually dishonor him.
Wilhelmina felt sick to her stomach, staring at her husband in utter shock. Her ears, and tail lowering against the couch. Her heart pounding, eyes watering up and panic fulling up her very being. She losing connection to her family members left and right over stupid things like this, politics this or royal life that. Isn’t family more important than anything else? She tried to speak, but it only came out as a gasp.
Marie was prepared to duel the king to the death for the suggestion, reaching for her rapier until Johan calmed her down with a squeezing hug. Shaking her head, and needing a second to calm herself down. “Your son will keep his titles, and we will accept your punishment. It is punishment, not censorship, that would imply your limiting him for his own actions. Not simply because we’re in love and I stand up for what is proper.” She stared daggers into the king. Preparing to storm out with Johan in tow, but not quite standing up just yet.
“If you two are careful that threat never has to be enacted to begin with.” Olav said standing up from his chair, giving a kiss on his wife’s forehead whispering a very low “sorry” before walking towards the door. Wanting to at least allow his wife to have private conversation with them, without him there. “This is the unfortunate part of royal life, son. We act as a family, as a house. Not just as individuals.”
Johan kept himself quiet for a moment, gritting his teeth in anger and frustration. He knows he should keep himself quiet but he couldn’t. Standing up from his chair he sent a cold glare towards his father, who was about to exit the room. “Do you even realize how hypocritical you sound?!” He spoke loudly, almost having to keep himself from completely yelling.
One could see a quiet sigh leaving Olav as he let go of the door handle, turning slowly back towards his son. He was quiet, completely quiet as he held his son’s glare. Not looking fazed at all, simply raising an eyebrow.
Marie wouldn’t make that argument herself, having a slightly higher social awareness and skill of speech when approaching such a situation. The princess gently, but firmly pulled down Johan, bringing him close to her to comfort him.
Wilhelmina, who lived through the whole damned ordeal, looked at Johan like only a mother could. A motherly look like their child just smashed the collection of plates and then tried to argue that their father broke one at dinner by accident so it would be hypocritical to punish him. Crossing her arms, and tilting her head at him.
The Prince continued to stand up even after his girlfriend pulled him down. He was going to add his piece into this damn it. “Didn’t you oppose your own father to marry mom? Didn’t you chose your individual love over the need of the house?” He crossed his arms.
Olav glared coldly down at his son, his eyes filled with rage. Once more someone tried to use his marriage to counter him. Once more it was used as a weapon against his authority as king, as a father. “There is a huge difference between my and your mother’s marriage and your relationship with Princess Marie-Noelle.” He took a step forward. “When my father denied me my choice to marry your mother, I was the one who threatened to give away my titles. I was the one who threatened to no longer be heir. I made the conscious effort to risk my status for a woman I spent years to be with.” He took a few more steps, now standing right in front of the young couple. “You haven’t risked anything. I’ve not demanded an end to your relationship, nothing like that. Yet. You compare the two? I will make this clear. Your rebellious streaks, and your accidental mask acceptance, is nothing compared to what me and your mother went through.” He glared down at his son, full anger hidden behind it. The Prince couldn’t help but feel the need to sit down as he looked away, ashamed.
Marie didn’t speak, but brought the prince closer to her to rest on her shoulder. Wrapping her arm around him and giving him a protective hug. Staring back in pure defiance at the monarch as she soothes her promisees. No doubt in her mind about protecting Johan. Slowly scratching his back as well, to assure comfort.
Wilhelmina didn’t like it when her husband was angry, and it made feel emotionally unwell. It forced her mind to drift for a mere moment, to wonder who will calm him down when she moves on from the realm. Jørgen, of course, was one of the few who could regularly calm him down but he is awfully busy nowadays. Shaking off the twisting turns of her stomach, she reaches out to grab her husband’s hand, squeezing it tightly as she looks up at him with a pleading look. “Olav.” She gave a small, quiet tone with her words.
The king let out a deep sigh, looking away for a small moment. His son was genuinely afraid for a moment there, only helped with the Prince being comforted by his girlfriend. “I need some air, just. Be smart.” He said in a tired tone as he walked towards the door, pulling his hand away from his wife, though not before giving an apologetic look towards her. Existing the room he closed the door firmly though not exactly loudly.
The queen let out a sigh, shaking her head. Wanting to move on from… That. She gives a motherly smile towards the two, “So, tell me how you met!” She gave a clap. Shifting her posture to look more comfortable and such.
“We met at a masquerade, a proper one not like the crudely held events held by my sister.” Marie spoke with utter confidence, “At first, I thought he may have been a stray with his rather crass way of speaking and lack of manners. Though his roguish charm and rascally decorum intrigued me, as well… He did take issue with my formalities in speech and etiquette.”
“What do you mean stray??” The Prince said partially offended as he looked towards his girlfriend. His thoughts about the earlier conversation almost completely disappeared from his mind. “I was at my utmost polite and respectful, your highness.”
“You spoke without getting permission from your sister, and you kept looking at the less regal parts of my body.” She gave a raised an eyebrow at him, “Or your flirtatious comments during the dance made you quite a scoundrel.” Marie scratched his ear, hoping to calm him down somewhat.
Wilhelmina gave a small giggle, looking over towards her son. “Is this a true roguish son of mine?”
“Well… Um.” The Prince was going to defend himself at first but as his girlfriend went on he couldn’t help but stutter and start blushing, looking away from Marie. “So… um, how you been mom! I’m very sorry for not telling you about Marie before, I wanted to ensure she was the one before introducing you. I know it’s not… justification for my lies, but well. You know how I’ve been in the past.” He scratched the back of his head. Rather wanting to focus on this part then having to explain to his mother that his eyes wandered.
Wilhelmina gave a chuckle at the boy being flustered. “Oh, I been good and glad to meet your promisees finally. Now, my little lovely raven, please explain to me about your behavior at the party.” She crossed her arms, giving a sassy look at Johan.
“I’m certain that it is better to discuss other matters, after all this is likely very embarrassing for Marie and I think we should take that into consideration.” He said as he calmed down the flush on his cheeks giving a more polite smile as he looked towards his girlfriend for support.
“He spent an awfully long time looking at me in my swimsuit and exercise outfit as well, not at my face.” Marie was certainly not going to let him escape, not when teasing her lovely boyfriend is so much damn fun. Giving a small smirk herself.
“Oh has he now, how crude of him.” Wilhelmina kept up her sassy tone, yes Marie was a reactionary and had views that made the Fatherland Party look like social democrats but that is no excuse not to take the moment to tease her son.
The Prince just blushed deeper, holding his face with his hands, fully covering it. Almost preferring to have a conversation with his dad then dealing with this…
“I simply must inquire, was he always fussy with his hair as well?” Marie looked over towards the queen.
“Even when was a small child, he refused to let anyone mess with his hair. Only myself and Jørgen could ever get his hair stylized, not any of the staff, only us two.” Wilhelmina laughs, thinking about how just adorable and pouty he was when he had to brush his hair for some formal event.
“Well one is supposed to look good as a Royal.” He spoke up still blushing as he felt the need to loosen his tie. If they were going to talk about his fashion sense he was certainly going to speak up about it.
“You are quite the gem when you are all flustered like this.” Marie wrapped her arms around him to give a strong hug. Kissing his cheek, “Indeed you are, but at least let me fix your hair sometimes. We can’t always depend on the Valkyr Jarlnja on fixing your hair.”
Wilhelmina raised an eyebrow at Marie, almost making a comment about it but decided she would rather not go into the rabbit hole just yet. However, looking towards Johan was quite clear about it.
Not wanting to confront his girlfriend about the topic just yet he instead would direct the conversation elsewhere, giving a quick kiss on her lips. “And you are utterly adorable when you flush because of my, roguish charms~” He teased her, wanting a slight payback.
Marie held a small flushed look, looking away before looking back at him. “That does bring another thing, while… It was quite sudden when we masked but, I do believe your mother would like to hear such a tale, preferably from you.” She gave a small, cheeky grin at him.
“Ayay, I do in deed!” Wilhelmina clapped her hands together, “Was it romantic? Candles and singing?”
“No, I was about to slap him for acting improper just moments before.” Marie rested her head on his shoulder. Acting as if her words weren’t a big deal. Though Wilhemina started to get concerned about all this ‘slapping’ and ‘feeling of being knocked down in a fight’ she was hearing from the Frida twins. Even more so, when she truly believed that Marie would actually hurt Johan physically. Giving him a concerned look.
“She is only joking! She has not laid a hand on me!” The Prince was quick to clarify knowing how sensitive his mother was about their security. He let out a small sigh. “It was rather sudden, with her pulling me into the gardens to ask me. I will admit I might not have been the most… proper, but I was genuinely flattered and well I guess part of me was nervous. With her asking me, someone who hardly the most traditional in way of act, to be her promisee. It’s still bit surprising to think about.” He said looking down for a moment, with a warm smile on his face. Of course, he was partially acting since he was not going to admit what it actually meant at the time and hardly was using his head at that moment.
Marie did look down for a moment, “I must admit my failures…” The few dreadful seconds passed, Johan could feel the sweat coming from his forehead. “I should have approached you and my own mother for permission before asking him to be masked. It was most improper of me, but I just…” She looks up at Wilhelmina who was giving the most curious of looks towards her son. “I truly want to be with him, he is charming, smart and incredibly handsome. As well, quite obedient and has a deep understanding of our customs.” She gives Wilhelmina the most prideful look. “You raised a fine young man, and it is my utmost honor to be his protector as well as his promisee.”
Wilhelmina took a moment to process everything, resisting her urge to laugh and an absolute deep concern. Looking deeply at Johan, tilting her head. Opening her mouth for a few moments to say something but no words came out. Shaking her head, “How… Interesting, I didn’t think he would ever be obedient.” She forced a smile out, looking at the sweet couple.
The Prince let out a sigh of relief at his mom not mentioning his ignorance about the Masks prior to his conversation with his father. Last thing he needed was to ruin that moment for her, if he could make her happy. Then it would be worth it, having a small smile thinking about it.
“Oh yes, very obedient. All my other suitors well…” Marie thinks for a moment, “They didn’t like to follow traditional Hjørdist family values.” She says with a moderately sad tone, having scared away several of them within a few days if not hours. “However, he is quite well versed in Hjørdist values and almost always act according to them.” She smiles brightly.
Wilhelmina was deeply and utterly dumbfounded by that. Johan, her son spirits, help him. Once made a whole deal about supporting those IF ambassadors during their scandal because ‘it went against the traditional oppressive family structure’ and other such grand displays. “Could… Could you explain what that means for me?”
The Prince looked away from the looks his mother was giving him, taking a sip from his glass of water. He hoped that his girlfriend didn’t make it more embarrassing for him. At least it would be better if his mom just thought he was doing that for Marie and nothing else.
“He understands his role is to support me, to let me guide him and hopefully. Our house.” Marie gave a blushed look at that, playing with her hair. “We have discussed such things, he shall be like my father and perform homemaking duties while I perform services for the crown.” She couldn’t help but smile warmly, blushing into a deeper shade of red. Squeezing the good prince tightly, “I can’t wait to take our future children to the temple together every night for service.” Her tone was flowery, almost dreaming and completely inthralled by it.
Wilhelmina only looked at Johan again. Though she did smile widely at the comment about having future children, Spirits knows she needs grandchildren already. However, Johan? At temple service? This is… Almost unthinkable for her. He even threw a fit when he want to a religious holiday in Vakrestrender with Jørgen, and the spirits know that Akuanists holidays are infinitely more enjoyable than any temple service could offer.
“I’ll try to do my duties well, including ensuring that my own needs and goals are met in our arrangement.” He said, giving a kiss on the blushing Princess’ face as she held him tightly. He was of course not going to mention what those needs and goals were, wanting to seem most proper. As he looked at his mom with a smile.
“Until we have children of course.” Marie gave a dreamlike tone, living in a small extremely conservative and reactionary fantasy. Kissing him back, resting onto his shoulder. Looking incredibly happy up at Wilhelmina.
The queen tried her best not to see that giant red flag in front of her and forced out a smile. “Lovely, I certainly wouldn’t mind some grandchildren.” She needs to have a word with Johan alone, though she has a feeling that he is certainly on a tight leash now. It has not even been a year, and she is already planning on grandchildren. Which of course, is perfectly normal for an Akuanist, but given it is Johan and his… attitude towards life did raise some red flags and not the red flags that are currently flying outside.
Noticing his mother’s slight shift in mood, he was quick to speak up. “We will ensure you will get a lot of grandchildren.” He said in a warm tone really hoping that the idea of grandchildren could ease his mother.
Marie cuddled into Johan in her dreaming state. Wilhelmina most certainly felt more relieved about having more grandchildren. The collective relief, dreaming and Johan’s quickly panicking to cover for Marie was shattered as the two small kemonomimi children burst through the door.
“Oh hi mom! Hi big brother!” Ny’Kandenor yelled out in Norgsveltian, though muffled because of the cookie in her mouth, her back being placed against the door to hold it back. Holding a large cookie jar in her arms.
“Hi Marie, Hi Marie’s boyfriend!” Édouard shouted in Frakanic, pushing both his hands up against the door. Holding onto a butter knife. He looks over at Wilhelmina, “Hello old lady!” He gave a cheeky smile.
Before any of those in the room could even reply the door opened up forcefully, easily pushing away the two trouble-making kids. “I swear by the gods you two are getting in a lot of trouble for this.” With it being none other than an angry Alexandra, who had her heels in her left hand having had to take them off to chase the two. Having her other hand on the door to keep it open.
Appearing over her shoulder, was her sheepish husband giving a wave towards Wilhelmina and Johan. “Sorry for the intrusion.” He gave a quiet tone of voice.
Alexandra gave her heels towards her husband as she prepared to grab the two of them. With Édouard running up behind Ny’Kandenor with a butter knife pointed at her. The boy with determination and strength of a thousand valkyries raised his butter knife at the dragon who so cruelly denied them the treasured sweeties once before. He spoke with (in his mind) a mighty tone, “Stand behind me and protect the cookies!”
Édouard was easily defeated as Marie lifted him up under his shoulders. Turning him around to face her, relieving an incredibly angry princess and that, he just ruined a special moment. However, in spite of his fear he raised his butter knife up towards her. Which was quickly smacked away and out of his hand. “Boy.” Marie gave a serious, incredibly frightening tone towards her littlest brother.
He looked towards the strange Norgsveltian little girl, “Run! Protect the cookies!” Giving a small motion with his hand to run out the door.
Ny’Kandenor nodded her head and with all the speed she could muster, to be able to run out of the room like a quick feline cat escaping a larger predator. To be quick like a Norgsveltian eagle. Instead she was immediately pulled back from the collar as she tried to run past Alexandra. “No you don’t.” Alexandra said in Norgsveltian in a tired voice before pulling her little sister away, dragging her out of the room with the little trouble maker still holding it like her life dependent on her. Giving one final look toward the weird boy.
“You never take me alive!” Édouard said in a completely terrified shout, scared of how pissed is sister is at him. However he was saved by the kind, and quite a bit ‘lacking-in-the-warrior-spirit’ even by Hjørdist men standards. Thierry, Alexandra’s husband, reached in and slowly lifted the boy out of the incredibly pissed off princess’s hands. “I uh… Just take him and you three can carry on.” He gave a quiet smile, bring the boy closer who was remarkably compliant with being carried by him. Given that his sister looked like she was going to use him a football and kick him off the palace’s railing. “Umm…” He looked over at Alexandra, still dealing with a thrashing child. “We can catch up later Wilhelmi-”
“Oh I told you Thierry, call me mom.” Wilhelmina, finding the whole thing hilarious, still took the moment to correct her son in law. “I’ve been wanting to hear about that new statue you’ve been working on.”
“Oh you’re going to love it but right now, I think Alexxie and I need to confine these two before they try to make off with your birthday cake again.” He gave a warm look towards her, “Oh and happy birthday!”
“Thierry come on before they break free again.” Alexandra said loudly in the distance out of the room, keeping a very tight grip on her sister. Almost sounding like an officer in the way she spoke.
“Yes dear.” Thierry gave a quiet, submissive response. “We can place them in one of the spare bedrooms with the TV on. Maybe give them a plate of cookies and some milk.” He kept a non-confrontal tone his wife, obediently keeping his head low and of course, not trying to make the decision himself and only offer a suggestion.
“Gods… I’m becoming Thierry.” Johan muttered quietly under his voice as he saw his sister’s husband very obediently following her out.
Marie shook her head, and sat down next to Johan. “Well, at least your sister’s husband is quite well behaved.” Prince Johan witnesses his future self, with all it entails. “We should go on a double date with them.” She thinks out loud, smiling warmly.