Masks of Love and Chaos

(Joint post with the chaos neko, aka Luna)

27th May, 2023
Royal Palace, Osfjord, Norgsveldet

Olav took a sip of his Eyjarian coffee as he looked over some documents that were given to him. It was getting late but he only had a bit more work to do before he could finally go to bed. Wilhelmina had tried to drag him to bed earlier but a king can’t be caught lacking in his duties now. Luckily it was mostly just matters of cultural events he needed to be held aware of and with occasional NCIS reports coming his way. Though as he was about to finish his work he heard the office door start opening making him let out a small sigh.

“Sweetie, I am almost do-” He said looking up thinking he was going to find his wife at the doorway, but instead he saw his eldest son. Wearing a far lighter outfit than he usually does. “Oh, Johan! Was not expecting you, how was the trip to Sayyed?” He asked, giving his son a warm smile. He hasn’t always gotten along with his son, the boy having been a bit too… difficult at times. Though he remembers the time they spent reading about Lapérouse culture and history together fondly.

The prince smiled at his father, something which is quite unusual for him, almost as strange as his outfit. One would say, it looked down right royal but not quite Norgsveltian Royal. He takes a seat across from his father, his tail swaying back and forth. “Sayyed, was fine and all but I wanted to tell you about what my girlfriend got me plus my trip to the Federation.” He was eager to show off his new present.

“You got a girlfriend?” The king said looking at him surprised before a wide proud smile formed on his lips as he stood up from his chair. He heard about his son’s history of flirting around, so hearing the boy might finally start settling down more? Well he couldn’t help but be happy as he walked up next to his son placing his large hand on his shoulder. “Well now you gotta tell me about her! This is the first I heard about this! Did you find someone in Sayyed?”

“No no, she’s from the Federation of Lapérouse.” He says with a bright smile at him, not even recognizing he is using the rather, nationalistic and Pro-Queendom way of saying the country’s name. “She’s a right and proper princess too, very strict and traditional but in the Lapérousian way!” Strike two, using the wrong demonym. “And she got me this!” He reaches into his pocket, trying to fish something out.

Alarm bells were starting to ring off in Olav’s head but he waved them away. Sure his son’s terminology might not be, well, correct in the Federation but he rationed it as his son simply had a slight lapse in judgment. He was well knowledgeable about the Queendom but not as much about the Federation. So it can happen. There were also several Princesses in the Federation through the different Jarldoms, it is perfectly possible his son was not talking about that one. Right?

He finally finishes out the gift, it was a perfect white mask with golden edging along the edges and eye holes. It was only to fit over the eyes, neither a half mask or a full mask which is so common in the traditions of Lapérouse. Rather only covering one’s eyes tends to be a rather extreme show of bravado and strength. The carvings on the mask were a symbol of design, but the way it was arranged was rather complex. He holds it up to his father, “See! It looks so cool, just like the one in those history books we used to read together dad!” His tone was cheerful and excitable.

Olav’s hand fell from his shoulder to his side as his eyes widened at realization. He recognised the symbol, it was the design of the most important Royal house in the Federation. Not only that but a member of said house just gave his son a mask. He walked back to his desk, he drinked up what was left of his Eyjarian coffee and poured himself another cup. As he let out a heavy sigh, he looked into his son’s eyes. “Please, my son. Tell me that you did not get that from Marie-Noëlle.” He said acting completely calm while still having a smile on his face. If it was any of the other members of the house then this could be fixed.

He gave a stupid lovestruck smile, “Oh did you meet her?” He tilted his way in a joyful fashion. Holding on to the mask with both of his hands, as if it was the most important thing in the world.

“…It was actually her, wasn’t it?” The king asked as his smile dropped.

“Yeah!” He looked up at his father, not tracking why the king’s expression looked like it dropped. “She’s very nice once you get to know her.”

Olav just slammed his head against his desk, with some pens falling over and his coffee cup almost spilling. After a very muffled scream, he looked up towards his son. Before he could speak he heard his phone ring, which he just let out another tired sigh. Not answering it. “You have absolutely no idea what you agreed to by accepting that mask? Did you?” He said, giving his son a glare.

“Of course I did, I became her long term boyfriend.” He said, rolling his eyes, crossing his arms. Preparing for another fight with his dad.

“It… It means something far more than just that, boy.” Olav said, gritting his teeth as he stared down at Johan.

“Oh, you’re just mad because I’m not dating a Ulvrikian or an Akuanist.” He gives a stare back to his dad. “It’s not a big deal. It’s just dating each other.”

“No you fucking idiot.” Olav said angrily as he stood up and let out a deep sigh as he breathed in and out to calm down. “What you just agreed to, is what can be considered an engagement before the actual engagement.” He glared down at his son. “You been marked as hers and you’re gonna tell me how this all happened!”

“Don’t yell at me!” Prince Johan yelled back at his dad, standing up to him.

“What is going on here?” A feminine voice spoke up behind the Prince. Revealing to be a tired and sleepy Wilhelnina wearing a nightgown.

“Our son is a damn idiot.” Olav gritted his teeth as gestured to Johan.

“I didn’t do anything but accept a mask!” He shows his mom the mask he received. “It’s not a big deal!”

Wilhelmina raises an concerned eyebrow at Olav. “It was given to him by Marie-Noëlle.” The king said, taking a sip from his coffee cup to calm his nerves.

“You are an idiot then.” Wilhelmina said with a small sigh. “Try to keep your voices down, people are trying to sleep.” She started walking back to her bedroom shaking her head.

A faint voice from down the hall, “Mama!” Could be heard by the two before Prince Johan could close the door. He looked at Olav, “I don’t get the big deal, she’s just a princess.”

“You also know nothing about Marie as well then.” Olav let out a sigh as he picked up his phone showing his son who was calling him, showing Pierre’s name. He then showed his son the text messages from her, which was just a series of ‘passionate displays of describing his son’s inaptitude using creative and colorful language.’ “Now you’re gonna tell me what happened, step by step. Before I make you talk with Pierre.”

He gave a look of sheer terror at his father. “Hey now, let’s not be too rash about this.” His own phone starts ringing, he reaches into his pocket and pulls it out. “Oh, it’s Alexandra.” He gives a weak smile at Olav, “This is probably unrelated to all of this right?”

“Answer it.” Olav said in a calm and serious tone.

“Ha. hah.” He gives a nervous chuckle before answering the video call. On the other side of the screen was his big sister. Before Johan could even open his mouth, she spoke in a harsh tone to him. “You are a fucking idiot.”

“Well, hello to you too Alexandra.” He gives a sheepish shrug looking up at Olav for guidance. “Is that Dad in there? Bring me to him, I can’t get through to him because of Pierre.”

"Yes, I’m here.” Olav said with a deep sigh before he gestured to his son to turn the screen so his daughter could see him.

The idiot turned his phone so Olav could see the screen. “Dad, I just want you to let you know I had no idea they were dating. We only met once at a party and we just talked, I have no hand in this idiot’s adventure.” Alexandra spoke in a desperate tone.

“I know, I know.” Olav said, shaking his head in small amusement before speaking seriously. “Though I need you to call Pierre and explain to her that I am going to talk some sense to your brother. Try calming her down.”

“Um, about that.” A familiar extremely angry woman’s voice came from the background. “Gotta go! I’ll try my best dad!”

The king just let out a loud sigh as he ended the phone call before he sat down on his chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Just… explain what happened, what caused all this.” He said looking up towards his son with a very tired look.

“Only if you first explain why it’s just a big deal I’m dating some princess, I didn’t think it would be this much trouble. Why is Pierre even caring about this?” He looks at his dad with a confused expression on his face.

“Fine, I’ll explain it briefly.” Olav said as he took up one of the NCIS reports that was under his desk opening it so he could show his idiotic son. “Marie-Noëlle Frida, Princess of Normand. Her house was the same dynasty that led the old Lapérousian Queendom. While her mother, the head of the Frida Dynasty tow the Federation line, Marie does not.” The king turns another page showing a picture of the Princess in a meeting with what Johan must assume is local politicians.

“So what she doesn’t tow the socialist line, I don’t tow your line.” The prince gives a scoff, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.

“Are you going to listen to my explanation or do you want to talk with Pierre?” His father said, raising an eyebrow at him.

He gave a shudder, “You can keep going on.” Based on what he heard from the other end of Alexandra video call, Pierre sounded above average angry like someone just told her Vistaraland and Norgsveldet are forming a personal union kinda anger.

“She met with several politicians from the Party for the Restoration of the Queendom of Lapérouse. Specifically the reactionary members of said party, whose entire goal would completely change the face of the Federation as we know it.” Olav said with a sigh as he turned another page, showing the kemonomimi princess at a cultural event wearing her unique white mask, similar in design as Johan’s new mask. “Those masks have cultural significance for the aristocratic class in the Ulvrikian areas of the Federation. It represents your religion, rank and noble house.” He closed the report file, and put it back in one of his desk drawers. "And with the matriarchal nature of the Hjørdist branch of Ulvriktru, it is a way for women to signify of who they planning on marrying and marking that man as theirs.” He looked his son in the eye with a glare. “I seriously hope you understand now.”

He sits quietly for a few moments, “So, I should prepare a wedding suit then?” He looks up at his dad, trying to play this all off as a big joke.

“Just tell me how you got into this situation before I have to send you back to her.” Olav groaned as he rested his head on his hands.

“Have to send me back?” He looked a bit confused at that statement, save the constitution and the parliament no one can force his dad to do anything he doesn’t want to. The reality of the situation started to dawn on him. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, “Well, um it started at a party in the Federation on um, I think it was the 8th of May? Yeah, the 8th and well.”

“You got into this mess within less than three weeks?” His father interrupted as he raised an eyebrow at his son.

“In my defense, I was not quite thinking it would cause all of this-” His phone started to ring. He checked his phone again to see it was Alexandra. He gave a curious look at Olav before answering it. A furious flood of Frakanic words screamed out of the speaker, and not one of them being polite. In fact, one would suggest that the speaker is quite upset at him in particular, given how often his name came up. He quickly disconnected from the call and looked back at Olav. “I-I um…” His tone was a little shaky, “I don’t think my Frakanic is good enough to understand Madam Pierre, when she is speaking like it.” He gives a weak smile towards his dad.

“Be glad that you don’t.” Olav said simply taking a sip from his cup. “Now, please continue on.”

“Well, I think the party was for the charity event for the terrorist attack in Kaldrbuth.”

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8th May, 2023

Violette and Marie-Noëlle Frida were the hosts of this minor inclusive ball directly out of the ancient traditions of the Queendom’s rule book by Marie-Noëlle direction. It was lavious, but not like Valkyr bastardization of old traditions, the socialist ilk destruction and ruination of the old Norgsveltian traditions being transitioned into some sort of cottage core homely aesthetic with the illusion of their old traditions.

The ball is dropped into the old way, the correct way. Everyone in the masks, even the mades are covering their faces with the cloth sewed in the proper pattern by the proper family making the masks for the commoners for generations not some cheap mass produced dribble pawned off as the real thing. Family that is not is like the other draconique families that sold their name to the highest bidder like a fat pig to the slaughter. Marie-Noëlle always held a degree of respect for that, even if they are just making masks for the commoners in old proper ways.

Commoner masks proudly showing their religion rather than trying to hide it away in the name of secular nonsense the socialists push forward. Akuanists with their blue, and of course the most common. They are heathens, but they know how to carry themselves in the name of tradition. Shame most Ulvriktruars failed to carry themselves the way they do, with their idiotic ideals and false sense of ‘getting with the time.’

The dancing area, was specifically tiled to suppress the sound of dancing shoes and was a pitiful remake of their old dancing hall from a palace that was once theirs by birthright. The draps were pure white, with the family’s crest made into it with gold color thread. Frayed endings near the floor being a soft red, a color ruined by those accused socialists splattering it on everything.

This all inlight of the elephant in the room, the Federation flag in the far back of the room. A reminder that no matter how far the old dynasty is, how old their traditions are and how long they have once ruled the land. The socialists have taken it from them, stolen Marie-Noëlle birthright and mangled their customs like they ruin everything they touch. Nothing to them is scarred, the origin of it so far removed from their safe, clean and family friendly way so that everyone can take part in the customs such as the masks or the dances like this one. If it was up to her, she would rip that flag down and burn it. However she is bound by law to keep it up there, and seen from every corner of the room. Another one of those restrictions she is bound by. Another thorn to remind her of her family’s downfall from its great heights.

“Sister, your eyes will not set the flag on fire. Come on, let’s just have a nice time without you trying to provoke the socialists into another court against our house.” Violette had a gentle tone, wearing the family’s traditional uniform with some modifications made into it. Even incorporating a small pin of the same flag Marie-Noëlle was imagining burning to ashes. Her whole family is wearing those pins as they make their way across the ball, shaking hands and acting as good hosts for the ball. Only one without a pin is Marie-Noëlle after a small court battle with the government.

Marie-Noëlle shook her head, “As you say.” Turning her frozen gaze elsewhere, looking around the ball. Violette gave her a nudge, “There you go, give everyone that ol’ frozen look towards everyone equality.” She gave a smirk, “Say, what is this ball about? Another charity event or a historical society thing?”

It is times like these Marie-Noëlle questions how Violette can be her twin. They have different personality, outfit choice and in how they conduct themselves. She pushed Violette’s black hair back, fixing her mask from falling off. “Keep yourself proper, we’re in public. It is both fundraising for the terrorist attack in Kaldrbuth and it is hosted by the historical society.” She kept a frozen tone. “I question your bold decision of your modifications to your outfit.”

“Oh, you like it?” Violette gave a smile, knowing full well her outfit will drive her twin insane. A dark blue tie, white undershirt and a dark blue suit with golden edging for the pockets.

“It is severely lacking in various ways, which will reflect poorly on our family.” Her eyes look glazed over her outfit. She looked at a small logo on the collar, “You used a Valkyr tailor.” She held a degree of disdain.

Violette smirked, taking a drink of her coffee. “Ah, so you hate it?” She gave a playful nudge towards her. “Please, give me a written formal list of everything wrong with it written in cursive using a fountain pen with ink from a special linseed only harvested in a full moon light as is tradition.”

Her twin gave a frown, “You’re a royal not some harlot walking across a fashion show trying to sell overpriced clothing.”

“Ah, but we’re not royals. So perhaps I am one of those harlots selling overpriced clothing.” She gives a laugh, greatly annoying her sister.

“You’re wearing too much makeup.” Marie-Noëlle stared coldly at her sister.

“Perhaps if you wore as much makeup as I am, it could cover up how pale you are and people will stop assuming you’re a lonely ghost wandering the halls seeking your non-existent love.” Violette gestured towards Marie-Noëlle’s outfit, “Would it trouble you so to add in a bit of color other than white to your outfit? Perhaps a bit of orange or pink to it.”

“I have already tolerated you dying my hair pink. Which I would like to mention, you told me it was brown hair dye. Besides, this outfit is a perfect recreation of our great-grandmother’s outfit from when she was a queen.” Marie-Noëlle shook her head, “I look like one of those ridiculous fictional characters you keep pestering me about and completely undignified.”

“Ah, I suppose that’s why you are hiding in the corner. Can’t let anyone see the great Marie-Noëlle, the protector of traditions with pink hair. What would the papers say if they could even write about us without drawing someone’s ire.” The black suited princess rolled her eyes. “You could spend some time with my girlfriend and I at the pool, give you a tan so people will stop trying to hide their children away from you thinking you’re sick.”

Marie-Noëlle gave a strong look at her sister, “Just because I don’t say anything about your repulsive relationship with her doesn’t mean I will spend a moment to be around you two.”

“What if she became an Akuanist?” Violette teased her twin, “Can’t keep using that excuse then.”

“I would… Reconsider then.” Marie-Noëlle shook her head, “Why can’t you find a man to be with?”

“Why can’t you, my fearless Marie.” Violette kept giving a teasing tone as she annoyed her twin. She took another sip of her coffee before speaking, “Unless you think the closet is plenty roomy for you. I could always set you up on a da-”

"Absolutely not, I am not living in sin like you.” She stood her ground. “I’m not trusting you again with setting me up with people.”

“Oh come on, she was incredibly nice and actually fun to be around.” Violette rolled her eyes, “What if I promise to stop trying to set you up with women.”

“First, she was an Akuanist and not Ulvriktru. Second she was a woman, her Frakanic was poor. Third-” She was cut off by her sister.

"Third she is a dec-” She was in return, cut off by Marie-Noëlle.

“Do not be crude and I am still not one of those queers like you.”

“It’s 2023, at least say gay to give a illusion you keep up with the times.”

“I have a selection of other words to use if you would prefer me not call it the polite way.”

“No, your old fashion word choice selection is fine.” Violette gave a sigh, shaking her head at her sister. “Have you considered being a happier person?”

“Yes but I decided to veto it in lew of being angry.”

“You know the Fylkir supports it right?”

Marie-Noëlle kept her mouth closed, not saying anything at all. Taking a sip of her own coffee before speaking. “I think I will go out and find a partner to dance with.” Not quite sure how to even approach the topic honestly.

“If you can’t find one, you can always come back to your woman loving, queer harlot of a twin.” Violette gave a little wave at her sister.

_ _

Prince Johan might not show it, but he was honestly very excited for being a part of this ball. The music, the atmosphere and all the different masks. It was something right from those old Lapérousian stories that his father told him about. He didn’t even complain when he was forced by his older sister to wear a suit that was not gothic in design. Instead he wore the royal uniform given to him which was black with purple highlights on it. He wore a dark blue half-face mask with golden symbols of an eagle spreading its wings. He had a bright smile on his face as he watched the high end of noble folk within the Federation dancing and mingling among themselves. His eyes were more focused on the women in the room.

“Please behave.” His older sister, Alexandra, said behind him. Her arms were crossed as she gave her younger brother a small glare. Less one from anger or coldness rather one who simply wanted to give a small warning. That warning being a clear ‘no’. She was wearing a tight dark purple dress with a royal sash over right shoulder. She was wearing the same type of mask as her younger brother, though hers covered her entire face in the shape of a eagle.

“Oh please, I alway behave.” Johan said, placing a hand on his hip.

“You know just as much as I, that I do not need to remind you of that time on the ball in Haakondal.” She said with a sigh as she walked. She gestured to her brother to follow her.

“In my defense, she flirted with me.” Her brother said a small smirk on his face.

“In which you should know better.” Though the mask hid her facial features, her cold tone reflected how she felt.

“We didn’t even do anything that would cause a scandal.” Johan rolled his eyes though one could barely see that. “We just kissed.”

“First.” Alexandra stopped and turned around to give her little brother an actual cold glare. “What you were doing was less kissing and more getting a bit too ‘cozy’. Second” She said, placing a finger on his chest as she poked it harshly. “If our mother did not catch you, that likely got far worse.”

“Or far better if you ask m-” The Prince started saying before getting another harsh poke against his chest.

“And third, you’re a prince. You should act like one.” She stopped poking his chest and crossed her arms. “So please, in the name of the gods. Behave.”

Johan sighed as he rubbed his chest. “Fine, I’ll be on my best behavior.”

“Good, you can still dance with people here but not anything more.” Alexandra said in a far lighter and nicer tone. “We are here to mourn and pay respect to the victims of the Ishindale bombing. The Frida Dynasty is doing something well meaning by organizing this charity event so the least we can do is be respectful.”

Johan was just nodding along but he could not help but be focused on the name of the dynasty, but before he could ask about it he saw in the corner of his eyes someone approaching the two.

Marie-Noëlle approached them, with her own mask. One far more rare in this day in age, one that only covered her eyes, it being pale white, with edge gold along the outline and careful designs of her family’s crest. Rapier at her side, sheathed in her scabbard. She spoke to them in Frakanic, “Bonjour, High Jarlnja Ymirdval, how fair was your travel here?” She only looked at Alexandra, not sparing a glance to the prince.

“Ah, your highness.” The High Jarlnja said as she bent her knees slightly to curtsy but her dress fitting went tightly on her to actually doing it with the skirt. “The trip was good, not exactly a long trip.”

Johan chuckled. “Yeah you didn’t have to travel a several hours long plane trip after all.” He said teasing his older sister a little bit by poking Alexandra’s shoulder.

What an absolute disgrace of an outfit, has she no sense of modesty?’ The princess thought to herself. Originally she was just going to ignore the man in the half-mask however the topic of flight was something she longed to-do herself. “Very well then.” She turns her head to face the prince, “Flight? Where did you travel from if I might inquire.”

“Haakondal, Hvaloaszna.” He said with a small smile as he looked towards the Princess, completely ignoring the warning looks from his older sister. “Though I am happy to have come here, both for doing what is right but also to experience an amazing ball with gorgeous people.” He gave Marie a respectful bow as he tried to act charming towards her.

“Ah, Les Îles de Brise how fare the isles?” She ignored his undignified and improper way of trying to court her. Wondering why this man is flirting with her, it is not a man’s role to be the one pursuing but the woman’s role.

The prince could not help feeling a slight sting at his confidence with no reaction from his gesture. A silent sigh left his lips as he straightened his back again trying to not make his older sister worried now that he finally noticed her glares. “It goes quite well, the people are always nice to interact with and the brewmaster of Haakondal and I get along quite well.” He said smiling warmly, the least he can be is being friendly and warm if he can’t be charming. “Though them being Akuanist you do have to get used to how many people were drinking.” He gave a small chuckle at his own joke.

While she didn’t laugh, she gave a nod to show she was slightly entertained by his joke. “Indeed, the majority of my family’s staff is Akuanist. Though I fear I might not get used to the Ayay-ing every time they are paid or get time off.” She looks back at Alexandra.

“Well I am certain you might at some point.” The High Jarlynja said, shaking her head in amusement. She subtly gestured to her younger brother to go away. “Johan, can you fetch us some drinks?”

The Prince just nodded his head. “Of course, anything else either of you want?”

“If you could bring me a slice of cake, that would be most appreciative.” Marie-Noëlle gave a gesture to one of the mask wearing staff members walking around with the tray.

“Would vanilla cake sound good for you, your highness?” Johan said, bowing his head while internally sighing to himself.

“Yes, that would be delightful.” She said in a non-delightful sounding tone. Keeping to her mostly cold voice.

The prince just nodded his head as he walked away from the two only letting out an audible sigh when he was far away from them. “Well, perhaps Alexandra is correct.” He said to himself nervously scratching the back of his head as he got a pair of champagne glasses for the two royal ladies and a small vanilla cake for Marie. He bowed his head as he gave the drinks to the two and the cake to Marie.

“Thank you, Johan.” Alexandra said, eyeing him carefully and took a sip from her glass.

She took a glass and a small plate with cake on it, from him. “Would you two mind if we sat? There is a table over there we can use.”

“I do not mind, whatever makes you most comfortable. Your highness.” The Prince spoke, bowing his head. His sister nodded her head in agreement as all three sat down at the table.

The princess placed the plate of a small slice of cake down onto the table. “Thank you, High Jarlnja how fare your work?” She takes a bite out of her cake, curving out a piece with a fork. Keeping to her rather silly way of speaking.

‘What year are we in? Did we go to the damn past?’ Prince Johan thought to himself as he took a bite from his own cake, nothing but to find the Princess’s way of speaking to be absolutely bizarre.

“Well I am far from having the most stressful job in the Federation, but it has been a bit stressful lately.” Alexandra said with a small chuckle as she took a sip from her coffee cup. “I do manage though, one should take one’s duties seriously after all.” She gave her brother a subtle knowing look, who just returned it with an eye roll.

“I am forced to agree with you, duties and tradition matter most importantly of all, second only to legacy.” She takes a sip of her glass, eyeing the prince up before returning her look over towards the princess. “I’m afraid I haven’t met your brother, forgive my rudeness for asking for an introduction to him.”

As the Prince was about to speak up and introduce himself his sister beat him to it. “This is my younger brother, Prince Johan of Norgsveldet and Grand Prince of Haakondal. Serving as the Crown Realm’s Royal Protector of the Valoasan province. He is fourth in line to the throne behind Matriarch Ingrid, myself and High Jarlnja Joan.” She gestured to her brother who smiled politely and gently bowed his head in respect.

“I certainly did not get the fanciest of titles compared to my older sisters.” He said with a small chuckle as he looked into Marie’s eyes.

She looked at this rather crass man being quite rude, not only speaking like some teenage hoodlum. Though it had a degree of some roguish charm to it. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Grand Prince Johan. I am princess Marie-Noëlle of house Frida, first in line to the jarldom of Normand.” She offers the back of her gloved hand towards him, giving an expecting look.

“The pleasure is all mine.” He said as he gently took her hand gave it a quick kiss as he looked up at her, giving her a charming smile as he spoke up again. “It is only natural that such a prestigious house would produce such a beautiful and clearly mighty woman like yourself.” He had ignored the glares from his sister to not break character.

‘Well, he has saving grace after all’ She thought, ever-so slightly blushing which she quickly tried to cover up by cleaning her lips with a handkerchief. “You flatter me, prince.” She retrieves her hand from his grasp.

“Flattery should be given to those who deserve it after all.” The prince said, placing his hand on his chest in a respectful gesture.

Alexandra could not help but roll her eyes at hearing those words. ‘You’d flatter any woman if you thought you could get them in bed’ She thought to herself as she took a sip from her coffee cup as she thought of ways to distract him and send him elsewhere.

With a single compliment, her face turned just tad more red in the cheeks. Taking another sip of her glass, she looked over to Alexandra. “Would you mind if I take your brother for a dance?”

“Wait what?” Alexandra asked, a bit surprised for a second as she looked towards Marie before giving a quick glance towards her brother. “Let me speak with him first then you two can go to the dance floor.”

“Allow me to pardon myself for a moment then.” She stands up, giving a respectful bow of her head towards Alexandra before stepping away from the table more towards the dance floor.

The prince’s eyes followed the princess as she walked away, a small smirk on his lips as he looked her up and down… Until he was forced to look away by his sister pulling his ear and forcing him to place his attention on her. “Fuck that hurts!” He whispered as he glared at her.

“Good it was meant to.” Alexandra whispered back as she let go of his ear, crossing her arms. “I hope you know what I am going to ask from you.”

“Yes, Yes. Avoid getting in trouble and don’t try getting into her pants.” He said with a sigh as he rubbed his ear.

“You better. You have no idea how much trouble I will get into if you did.” Alexandra sighed as she shook head and rubbed the bridge of her nose.

“Looking at the way she is speaking, I doubt she’d let anyone unless they propose to her.” He joked earning a small giggle from his sister.

“Alright go dance, you.” Alexandra gestured to him to start walking towards the dance floor. He smiled warmly at getting permission as he stood up and walked towards Marie. “Try to not get yourself in a duel!”

He chuckled thinking his older sister was just joking, afterall dueling had been banned for over a hundred years! He walked about to Marie and bowed his head.

Marie-Noëlle held her hand on her sword’s handle in case there was a need to duel Alexandra for his hand at the dance. The Federation mostly outlawed dueling, it only required specific swords to be used and registered as well as approval from a senior official from the Fighter Union. Of which, the princess had one of these swords and was recently inspected for the purpose of dueling. “Grand Prince Johan, I suppose you bring warm tidings of the status of our dance?” She asked in a curious tone.

“I was given permission, yes.” He said with a small chuckle as he offered his hand, smiling ever so damn charming. “Unless you have changed your mind, your highness?”

“Fickle mind is a weak one.” She accepts his hand, releasing her grip of her sword’s handle. “Let us move towards the dance floor Prince.”

“Lead the way, Princess.” He said with his typical charming smile being replaced with a genuine amused one.

The royals entered onto the dance floor of the ballroom, Alexandra staring them down with a careful glance until another royal of the Frida dynasty sat down with a smirk on her face.

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9th May, 2023

Estate of Frida was small one in comparison to their once grand palace they once owned or the dozens of manors they had. Not to say their current home is small or even medium sized. They still own an estate, a proper castle with an outdoor pool and a ‘reasonable’ sized landscape around it. All tucked away in a rural area of Normand, a couple hours drive from the capital of the petite-nation.

The sun glancing over Marie-Noëlle sleeping form on her bed, all tucked away in her blanket. The light was quickly cut off by Édouard, the youngest of the Frida dynasty of eleven years. The small kemonomimi climbed onto the end of the bed, then leaped onto the sleeping princess. Saying in an excitable tone, “Get up! Get up!” In a wonderfully annoying tone.

Marie-Noëlle woke up with a frustrated groan, “Why.” She rubbed her eyes and then reached up to grab her little brother by the arms. Pulling him down in a quick motion, forcing him into a hug.

“Mama says we can’t eat breakfast until everyone is at the table.” Édouard rubbed his head against Marie-Noëlle’s head, giving a small pur. “I’m hungry.”

“Alright, let me get up.” The princess got up from the bed, still carrying the little prince in her arms. Wearing her absolutely conservative sleepwear. Holding her brother in arms, cradling him as one would a newborn baby.

He tried to get out of her arms, wiggling all around. “Stop carrying me like a baby.” He gave a whining tone.

“I think not, this reminds me of when you were far less troublesome.” The princess spoke in a calm tone. Slowly rocking him back and forth as she did so.

“Please?” The young prince begged.

“Very well only if you promise to be good.” Marie-Noëlle teased.

“I promise, I promise. I don’t want anyone to see me like this!” He swore, fearing what would happen if Violette saw them like this.

“Too late!” Violette snapped a photo of them with her phone. “Marie-Noëlle, can you give him a kiss on the forehead too?”

“Why of course I can. Come closer Édouard.” She leans down while Édouard thrashes around trying to avoid his big sister’s kiss.

“No! Girls are gross.” He cried out, “I just want to be a pirate or maybe breakfast! I don’t want a kiss!”

All his fighting was for not, as Marie-Noëlle planted a kiss on his forehead and Violette snapped another picture of them. He finally escaped from her grasp, when she decided she was tired of carrying him. He ran to the dinning hall, while rubbing his forehead with his sleeve.

Marie-Noëlle and Violette burst out laughing together, another successful torture session against their siblings. “Ah Marie, it’s time like this I remember why you are my twin.” Violette said with a smile as the two walked to the dinning hall.

“Of course, one must place our younger siblings in their place less they get ideas.” Marie-Noëlle gave a smile of her own.

The pair moved to the dinning hall, sitting across from each other like they always do. Édouard burying his face into their father. Who was patting his back, scratching his ears. The man giving a soft tone of voice, “It’s okay, it’s okay. You are not going to get infected with umm what did you call it?”

Édouard looked up with tearful eyes, “Girl power.”

The father had to suppress his laughter, taking a moment to use his free hand to cover his mouth. Though his laughed still was heard through the hall.

“It’s a serious sickness! I don’t think I can go to piano lessons or go to school today.” He looked up with begging eyes.

“Oh don’t worry I have just the cure for… Girl Power.” He said with a smirk. Leaning down to give a kiss on his forehead and scratching his ears. “There you go, the girl power is gone now.”

“Will it ever come back? Do I still have to go to school?” He spoke with a tearful eyes.

“Yes, and we can cast our vile illness at you at range.” Marie-Noëlle teased him with a flick of her fingers. Violette gave a nod, joining her twin in flicking her fingers at him.

Édouard pushed his head onto the old Kemonomimi Jarl-Consort chest. “Papa, make them stop it.”

The dad rubbed his back, kissing Édouard’s forehead again. “Oh, they stop it alright.” He gave a glare to the twins.

“I thought you were too old to believe in curses.” Violette teased him, laughing all while.

“It’s not a curse, those things are fake. This is a sickness.” Édouard said with an adorable pout. Making Marie-Noëlle burst out in a giggle, cooing at how adorable he is.

“He’s just so adorable when he’s all pouty, it makes me just want to kiss him again.” Marie-Noëlle said with a smirk, looking towards her twin. Violette gave a smirk, “Oh perhaps the both of us can cover him with kisses, just give him double the… Girl Power.” She could barely keep from bursting out with laughter.

“You two can calm down now, or else I will get your mother.” The father looked backed at the twins. Who gave each other a knowing look.

“Quit your plotting this instant.” He spoke in a strong tone, looking at the two princesses. Édouard sitting on his lap, curled up to him.

“Oh, we’re just jesting with him.” Marie-Noëlle said, taking a sip of her morning tea. “Where is mother and the rest of the gremlins?”

The old kemonomimi thought for a moment, letting Édouard rest on his lap and relaxing against his chest. “She will be down soon, she had a phone call. René, Jérémie and Rébecca are out fishing. Eugénie, Peggy and Léonard are still away on their trip in Fjelldal, hosting an art and book auction for the historical society.” He sips his coffee, giving a comforting scratch to the little kemonomimi in his lap.

“So it is just us three then all day?” Marie-Noëlle said in a curious tone. The old man raised an eyebrow, she usually is this curious about her siblings.

“She’s going to have her boyfriend over.” Violette teased her sister, targeting her twin instead of their little brother.

“Oh?” The father gave a smirk, looking at his little reactionary daughter. “Does thy man won my daughter of yee heart so? Tis wounds my heart and soul to see my little flower blossom into a rose.” He gives laugh at her, taking a small stab at her daughter’s rather old-fashioned way of speaking. “Who has plucked my rose from me? What dragonic rogue has crept into the night while I slept and robbed my fair daughter’s heart?"

“I don’t speak like that.” Marie-Noëlle looked at her father with a strong look.

“Yes, you do.” Édouard spoke up in a bratty voice, peering at her. Marie-Noëlle gave a frighting look towards the boy and he hid in his father’s jacket again.

“You kind of do.” Violette gave a smug look, “It’s like you read a dictionary from the 18th century and then never updated to the modern era. Honestly I’m half surprised you’re not into those weird strawberry candies grandma used to give us.”

“They taste artificial and crude, unbecoming of a proper sweet.” The princess had a strong tone about her.

“Before we start to keep on talking about candy, Marie-Noëlle please tell the table about your boyfriend? Is he normal?” It was a fair enough question asked by the father, Marie-Noëlle tends to be rather… Strange in her dating practices. Which scares quite a few suitors away from her.

A butler entered the dining hall, wearing the green apron, black slacks and white undershirt. Marie-Noëlle gave a nod, giving permission to the butler to speak. “Prince Ymirdval of Norgsveldet is waiting in the parlor with her majesty.” The butler spoke with a soft tone.

“You may leave.” Marie-Noëlle stood up, as the butler left. “Forgive me for leaving before breakfast could be served.”

Violette gave a smile, “Why not bring him over for breakfast, I’m sure he hasn’t eaten yet.” The father joined in, “Yes, let us meet the prince who swoon your heart so~” He teased his daughter. The young of the family simply just rested his head on his father’s chest, pulling his father’s coat over him.

“I will consider it.” Marie-Noëlle lightly blushed, still wearing sleepwear. She looked down at it, nervously fickle with her dress.

“Don’t keep mom waiting oh dear sister of mine~” Violette said, flickering her finger at her twin. Smiling at her sister, being all so flustered in her nightgown. Marie-Noëlle probably wouldn’t get in trouble wearing her sleep dress by mom, probably.

Marie-Noëlle quickly stepped out of the dining hall and out of the sight of the trio.

The father turned his head over towards his daughter. “Which prince is it?”

The parlor room was reasonably able, with a series of armchairs directed towards a fireplace. A window with a strained glass, making the shape of a family crest to be casted down as the sun rose over the hill. Velvet carpeting made up the majority of the floor, except around the fireplace which had a brick tiling which made a half circle around the pit. There was an old grandfather clock, or a grandmother clock given the circumstances. Slowly filling the room with a disturbing ticking sound. The walls had built in bookshelves, filled with both ancient and new literature.

The Jarlnja of Normand, Matriarch of the Frida dynasty, sat in an armchair across from the prince. Sipping on a very hot tea, simply being quiet waiting for her daughter to arrive. After the pleasantries were exchanged of course.

Marie-Noëlle didn’t quite run into the room, more like aggressively speed walking to the room. Still wearing her nightgown and house shoes. Pushing aside the pure scandal of her appearance, more focusing on what embarrassing things her mother could say to him about her.

Johan stood up with a grin on his face as he lifted up the bouquet of flowers that was in his hands. Being dressed in black jeans and a dark red buttoned shirt. “Thought I’d give you a visit before I go to Sayyed.” He said a small teasing look in his eyes as he spoke. “Your mother has been holding me with good company.”

Marie-Noëlle looked embarrassed at her mother, bowing her head towards her. “My apologies for m-”

The mother gave a teasing glance at her flustered daughter and cut her off. “Oh, it’s fine dearly. I just told him about when you were young.” She gives a side eye as she sips her tea, watching her daughter dive deeper into embarrassment. “Before you ask, no you both have to have breakfast with the family, I had the butler bring an extra chair next to you.”

The princess silently accepted her fate, then looking at Johan. “Oh, are those for me?” Marie-Noëlle never got far enough in a relationship to get flowers from anyone save her twin who could get her bouquet and box of chocolates on Freya day.

“Yes, and I picked mostly white roses since they reminded me the most of you.” He said, giving a charming smile as he gave the flowers to her.

“Really? You were that cheesy?” Olav raised an eyebrow at his son.

“It worked didn’t it!” Johan crossed his arms, annoyed at his father.

Marie-Noëlle warmly accepted the flowers, taking a deep smell of them and giving a warm smile. Something the Jarlnja took notice of with a soft smile of her own. “Thank you very much, Prince Johan. I will treasure these with all my heart and mind.”

“Besides, she was that cheesy too.” Johan returned his arms to his side.

“Keep telling the story boy.” Olav just sighed, ordering another Eyjarian coffee.

“Here I thought we were past the usage of our titles.” Johan said with a small chuckle. “Going to show me around or you have other plans?”

“We have been invited for breakfast with the family. I hope you enjoy crêpes with a side of sausage and toast.” The princess had a little bit of a cheerful tone about her. Her mother stood up, clapping her hands. “Well, no sense in keeping Édouard waiting.”

They made their way into the dining hall, Marie-Noëlle sticking rather close by to the good prince. Everyone taking their seats, with Édouard still sitting in his father’s lap. Marie pulled the chair out for Johan to take a seat in.

“Thanks, Marie.” He said, smiling sweetly up at her as he looked around at the table. Not fully expecting to see her family so soon.

Marie sat down next to him, ignoring the nudging of her twin. “You are welcome, would you like some coffee or orange juice?” The princess reached over to the pitcher filled with the juice. Preparing to fill up her own glass.

“I would like some!” Édouard clapped his hands together looking beggingly at Marie. Looking completely adorable for a complete little brat. Then his head turned to Johan, tilting his head. “I haven’t seen you before? Are you a friend of dad?”

“Coffee would be great.” Johan said respectfully before turning his attention towards Édouard and couldn’t help but giggle as the boy reminded him of his youngest sister. “Now aren’t you absolutely adorable, what’s your name? I’m Prince Johan.”

“I am Édouard and I am not adorable, I am handsome.” He said looking completely adorable with his pout. Even Marie gave a giggle, pouring herself a glass before passing to her twin to pour the kid a drink. Then the princess reached over and grabbed the coffee pot to pour for prince Johan.

“Manners Édouard.” The father said, giving his son a pat on the head. Then lifting him up and placing him on the chair next to him. “But daaad.” Édouard whined. “Butts are for sitting young man.” The old man cracked a smile at his joke.


“Well the father seems like a good man.” Olav said to himself as he chuckled.

“Of course you would say that, he also grills and goes sailing.” Prince Johan rolls eyes.

“A very good man then.” His father replied with a smirk.


Johan had to keep himself from rolling his eyes being certain he heard that joke dozens of times from his own father. He added a bit of milk into his coffee cup as he spoke up again. “Well one can be both adorable and handsome, you don’t have to be only one.”

The boy stared into his orange juice, really going through a moment right now wrapping his head around the concept. The father patted his back, in confirmation. “He’s right, you know you are an adorable handsome boy.” Giving a smile.

“How do you know both of those two things?” He tilted his head at his father. “Well, I made you of course.” The dad said with a joking tone.

“Ewww! I’m trying to eat!” The whole table save the mother, father and Johan gave a disgusted look.

The Norgsveltian Prince just chuckled at that as he took a sip of his coffee cup. “Hope you had good rest yesterday, Marie.” He said with his signature charming smile as he looked up at the taller kemonomimi.

“I did indeed.” Marie-Noëlle said with a polite smile in return. Violette leaned over to her twin’s ear, whispering “Tell him he looks even better without his mask on.” Marie-Noëlle gave a soft cough, “You look even better without your mask on.”

“No flirting at the table, I wanted to eat without throwing it up please.” Édouard looked disgusted, really wanting his food.

The father gave a chuckle, going right for the meat part of the meal. The mother only sighed, sipping her coffee, hoping the boy wouldn’t ruin possibly the only person that wasn’t scared away by her eldest daughter.

Johan let out a small laugh hearing that and leaned over to whisper into Marie’s ear. “I’d say you look better without it as well, but you’re beautiful no matter what you wear.” He grinned after having whispered that and went to dig into his meal. Eating mainly the crêpes.

She gave a soft blush, her twin going back to whisper into her ear. “Now kiss him.” Marie-Noëlle almost went through with it until she came to reasonable senses. Shaking her head, then going to eat her food.

“Does Norgsveldet have crêpes?” The youngest and most trouble-finding child spoke up again. “I heard they had really big wolves there. Do they make good steaks? My dad is an amazing cook.”

“Let him eat Édouard.” The father ruffled his son’s hair.

The Norgsveltian Prince smiled warmly hearing the questions and took a few bites of his crêpes before answering them. “We do have crêpes though it is not as big of a thing as here. Our speciality however is burgers and steaks, my father for one is absolutely amazing at grilling burgers.” He took a sip from his coffee cup.

“Your father seems like a good man, with great taste. What kind of grill does he use? Wood or propane?” The father raised his head from downing all the meat on his plate.

“Daaaaaaaad, you’re ruining Marie’s only chance at getting a boyfriend that she does not scare away.” Violette said in a joking tone of voice, who promptly received an elbow from her much stronger sister.

“No rough housing at the table.” The Jarlnja simply said with a soft smile looking at the two.

The Norgsveltian Prince couldn’t but having to muffle out his laughter at seeing the interaction as he shook his head in amusement. “Well, I guess it depends if my father is planning on showing off or not.” He said with a small smirk on his lips.

“He’s a good and smart man, we like that in a king.” The father gave a laugh. Marie-Noëlle held her tongue, trying not to look too upset at that statement. Simply going for a slice of her food.

“Once we are finished with breakfast, would you like to go swimming at the pool?” Marie-Noëlle turned her head towards Prince Johan.

“Oh my, Marie is going to be in a swimsuit? Right after meeting a man? How scandalous!" Violette gave a dramatic tone of voice.

Johan was good at hiding but internally he was very happy at the idea to go swimming with Marie, even if it was not the most innocent of reasons. “I’d like that, though I haven’t exactly brought my swimming trunks.” He said scratching the back of his head.

“Oh, you can just use one of mine, you can even use one of my Valkyr shirts.” The father took another sip of his drink, refilling the coffee cup for himself and his wife.

Édouard spoke up, already the aura of him being rude was showing before he even spoke. “Why do you like her? She is my sister and I barely like her as is.”

“Boy.” The father looked at Édouard with a strong glance showing he needs to correct his behavior right now. “Sorry.” The boy mumbled.

‘I’m going to end up looking like my father if I wear a Valkyr shirt as well.’ He thought to himself, shivering at the thought.


“Oi.” Olav said, crossing his arms, giving his son a slight glare.

“Are you sure you didn’t have a twin?” Johan shrugged his arms.


“I’d be fine with just swimming trunks.” The Norgsveltian Prince said, giving a respectful smile towards the father before turning his attention towards the child. He scratched the back of his head nervously as he tried to find the right words. “Well… Several reasons but one of them is just that, I find her way of speaking to be very cute.”

Édouard wanted to speak but a glare from his father quickly quieted him down.

Marie-Noëlle was blushing into another world. Briefly hiding away her face with a handkerchief disguising that she was simply cleaning her mouth like the last night she did so. She was finished with her plate, and quietly excused herself to further hide from her blushing and embarrassment.

Johan looked towards her direction confused and a little bit worried as he looked towards the rest of the family. “Did I offend her in some way? I apologize if I did.” He said with a genuine worry in his voice.

Mother just looked at the father with a smirk. “No boy, you didn’t do anything wrong. In fact, your probability was the only one who did it right.”

Violette just burst out laughing however, giving Johan a pat on the back. “By the gods, I never in my life saw her blush so hard she had to leave a room like that. Can you do it again? I want to record it.”


Marie-Noëlle stepped out into the backyard, walking towards the pool with a deep level of embarrassment, scratching her arm. She was wearing a moderately conservative swimsuit, something that looked like it came out of the Personal-Union era. Black and white striped pattern, though the princess left out the headdress for it. She walked alongside with Édouard, who wrote the appropriate outfit, well at least appropriate for Marie’s high standards.

The boy had his school uniform on with a matching hairdress for it. Long swimsuit dress going down to his knees, a cap to cover up his hair and simple color scheme to match his school’s mascot. “Why can’t I wear what dad usually wears?” The little kid complains, holding his sister’s hand.

“He is an adult and can wear what he wishes.” Marie tugged her little brother along to the poolside, dipping her feet into the water and sat on the edge.

“Okay but I’m eleven, do I still have to wear this stupid swimsuit dress?”

“Yes, we shant be having you dressed up as some fraternity libertine man looking completely unbefitting-” Marie was cut off by her little brother giving a eyeroll and speaking.

“Unbefitting of our house and prestige yah yah.” The boy sighed, “Is that why you are dressed up like a doll?”

“What doll would dress up like this?” Marie raises an eyebrow, questioning what the boy has been doing when no one is around to watch after him.

“The kind of dolls you hid in your closet in that one box on the top shelf.” Édouard had an annoying tone about him.

“Why you little brat, have you been going through my things?” Marie placed her hands on his shoulders.

“I-I um, only when you’re not there. That’s better than looking through your stuff when you’re asleep right?” Édouard had a degree of panic in his voice, looking scared at his sister.

“No.” In a quick motion Marie lifts up Édouard with her hands and tosses him into the water. Making a large splash.

“Not fair!” Édouard cried as he breached the surface. “You can’t just throw me into the water whenever you want!”

“I can, and chance are, will again in the foreseeable future.” Marie-Noëlle had a smirk on her lips, taking a moment to relax while she waited for Johan to arrive.

“Bit cruel are you not?” The Norgsveltian said behind her, crossing his arms as he had a small smirk on his lips. Marie had not noticed him when being too busy with the young boy. He was wearing blue swimming trunks and chose to be shirtless instead of putting on one of those Valkyr shirts that Marie’s father had offered. Having some muscles to show off though he was on the more slimmer side then broadside.

She raised and turned her head to look at the rather debauchee prince. “Bit of cruelty never hurt anyone.” She gave a smirk in return, “No shirt?” She asked the prince, it was a bit unusual of course.

The kid in the pool cried out, “Why does he get to not wear a shirt but I have to wear this stupid dress!”

“Boy be silent.” Marie turned her gaze towards the Édouard.

“Well, I guess I should be careful so that you don’t turn that cruelty towards me~” Johan said in a flirtatious tone before diving into the pool. Swimming was the only sport his father was ever able to convince him to partake in. Going back to the surface of the water he looked up towards Marie. “I wouldn’t want to drench any of your father’s shirt, and we’re going swimming anyways.” He had a teasing smile as he gestured to the Princess to join him, being completely unaware that the fake scar he had on his cheek had been completely washed away when he dived.

She raised an eyebrow at him, sliding off of the pool’s edge and into the water. Swimming towards him, very close towards him in fact. Very closely looking into his eyes, he lied to her, lied about having a scar. He didn’t verbally say so, however one shouldn’t have to ask if a person’s scar is real. She had a scary look about her, a frightening look indeed. “You lied.” She spoke in a cold tone.

“Um, what?” He said in a small nervous tone swimming a little bit away from her as her attitude scared him a little bit. “I-If you’re talking about the shirt thing then I will admit it’s just because I don’t like Valkyr shirts!”

“Your scar Johan.” She swimmed closer to him.

“Oh, well um.” He stuttered out as he swam faster away from her, swimming in a way to ensure he always kept an eye on her.

She moves closer, and quicker than one would expect of her. Keeping to her frightening tone and look. “You lied, explain.” Her eyes filled with a quiet rage.

“This is why you never keep a boyfriend long!” Édouard rolled his eyes, then resting his back on the water. Having seen this kind thing happen far too often.

“I AM SORRY!” Johan yelled out as he swam as fast as he could away from the princess reaching the other end of the pool rather quickly.

“She will chase you if you run.” Édouard said lazily, “Call her pretty, that usually works unless she already has the sword out.”

Marie-Noëlle was absolutely chasing Johan, after all it isn’t instinct to chase after what is trying to escape you.

Seeing the princess swimming towards him at increasingly high speed the prince decides to dive below her swimming under her to get away from whatever she was planning on doing. In which he swam towards the other end of the pool, again.

Like a heat seeking missile she followed him, never once taking a moment to think to herself if she was overreacting.

“Tell her she has nice form or something already! You two keep splashing water on me.” The boy tried to help the prince out in some way or another.

Leaning against the wall of the pool as he looked towards the angry looking princess the Norgsveltian prince only said what he could think of at that exact moment. “Your swimming suit is very cute and your blushes are adorable!” He placed his hands in front of him almost afraid he was going to get slapped.

She stopped on the dime, calming down much to the Prince’s safety. No one really complains about her swimming suit, they always make fun of it telling her she looks like a grandma taking her grandkids out to the pool. She was still upset at him lying to her but she was much more calm, and had a soft blush on her face. “Your swimming attire is good as well, even without your shirt.” She had a far more polite tone about her, “I’m still upset at your deception.”

“Look I just thought it made me look cool, didn’t think it was such a big deal.” He said scratching the back of his head as he looked away embarrassed. “Thought that someone like you might have preferred someone who… well looked tough.”

She gave a smile, caressing his chin. “It is a big deal to lie about your appearance, however I can overlook it. You don’t have to be tough for me, let me handle that for you.” She gives him a kiss on the cheek, “Besides, I was planning on asking who gave you that scar so I can return the favor.” She gives a small laugh along with that, as if she was telling a joke. “I can bestow a real scar if you would like one.”

“She isn’t joking about either.” The other prince in the pool said lazily, finding a pool ball to push around with.

“I think I’m good, but I guess if I ever change my mind I will ask you.” Johan said in a small chuckle as he just let himself finally relax in the pool.

“Well, if you run into trouble please inform me and I will take care of them.” She gave a polite smile to him, already feeling protective over him.

“She means run to her when you stub your toe.” Her brother translates for his sister.

The Norgsveltian prince just chuckled lightly at that and shook his head. “I guess you can destroy any furniture who dares to hurt me then.” He teased Marie giving her a cheeky smile.

“She is also good with monsters under the bed!” The littlest Frida cheers, relaxing in his pool chair.

Marie just rolled her eyes, at her brother’s comment. “I suppose a nightstand is a worthy opponent for my blade if it brings you harm.” She says in a joking tone.

“Don’t think I have asked, but how good of a fencer are you?” Johan looked up cursious towards his new girlfriend.

She gave a grin with dangerous eyes, “I am the finest swordswoman you ever met, and while I should be more humble about it, I have yet to lose a ranked match or an official duel.” She was quite proudful in her ability, easily seen by her swaying tail. “If you like, I can arrange a sparring match today.” She said in a hopeful tone, wanting to show off a bit to her boyfriend.

“W-Well as long as it’s not against me!” He said in a half joking and half nervous tone as he let out a small awkward chuckle. “The closest I have touched any weapon is a very thick book!”

She tilts her head at that, “Not once? Are you not the prince of Norgsveldet?”

“Well, I was with my dad out hunting once but I only used binoculars.” The Prince scratched the back of his head nervously feeling quite emasculated being ‘called out’ like this.

She gave a warm smile at that, he’s just perfect for her. A prince needing protection, her protection. She swims close to him, planting a kiss on his cheek. “You are just a kind soul, there is nothing wrong with it.”

Johan blushes deeply at that and looks away embarrassed. “I can be mean too of course!” He said crossing his arms, giving a small pout.

“Yes, but being kind is your nature is it not?” She stays close to him, loving his adorable expressions. Reaching with a hand to scratch his cute fluffy ear. “It’s okay Johan, I can be mean for you.”

“You two need to get a room! Stop ruinning the pool!” Édouard cried out, making fake gag sounds.

The Prince let out a small giggle hearing that, shaking his head. “Alright, how about we find somewhere else to be so we don’t make your little brother start throwing up?” He raised an eyebrow towards Marie, smirking a little bit.

She gave a smile, “Well, we could retreat to the garden while we wait. I can call my instructor to see if she is willing to give a prompt sparring match for you to enjoy.” She gave a soft tone.

“That would be lovely.” He gave her a kiss on the cheek before looking towards Édouard, smirking before splashing a little bit of water towards the boy. A teasing grin as he yelled out. “There you go, getting the pool for yourself!”

“Ugh finally, you two are sick and you’re going to get girl power.” The other prince in the pool says with a sigh of relief. Mumbling something to himself. “Wait, I’m not allowed to be in the pool by myself.” He looked towards his sister.

“Fear not, Violette will be out here soon enough.” Marie-Noëlle responded to her little pest of a brother. She swam towards the edge of the pool, pulling herself up in a swift motion and then reaching into the water to help her boyfriend up out of the pool. “Come now, we mustn’t delay unless you wish to deal with a child sickened by us.”

“She chased you around because you had a fake scar?” Olav asked not fully believing his son but giving him a serious look nonetheless.

Johan gave a nervous chuckle, “In her mind it was stolen honor.” He scratched his arm.

The king just let out a deep sigh. “No matter the reason you shouldn’t have stayed after that.” His stern look staring right at the prince’s eyes.

“Doesn’t everyone deserve a second chance? I remember you saying that before.” He looked back at his dad. Sinking into his chair.

“She deserves a restraining order, not a second chance.” Olav rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Continue on with your story.”

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Marie-Noëlle put on her lightweight helmet. Her equipment being light, barely any protection really. It wasn’t an official outfit for duels, but rather a personally designed one for the unofficial duels. The kind of duels that are settled behind closed doors for disputes without the eye of the union or the Federal government. Matters of honor and pride. They don’t stop at bleeding, only when the other yields or perishes. In which case the deaths or injuries are referred to as accidents in the kitchen with several eye witnesses stating it so. Of course police officers don’t believe it but it is better such matters don’t appear in newspapers. Nobles of the Federation are a quiet bunch, and it fits everyone’s agenda if they keep it that way.

Duels of the Federation today, well they split into several categories with fencing being the most common one, at least the official one is. The unofficial popular one, is the old art of dueling that was used back in the era of the Queendom. It has been described as ‘honorless and structureless’, which for the most part is true. The only thing that matters in the duel is winning, victory above all.

The dueling area itself was a decently sized room with benches in the far back and a large mat centered around the room. The dueling area was attached to their humble sized gym, the dueling area being the largest out of all these rooms, with a window view of the forest outside. It was a far cry from what her family once owned, or the grand fencing arenas around the country. Not the Marie-Noëlle was allowed to compete in the official country-wide circuit due to her gentle birth. Only ever to be allowed to fight in Normand regional tournaments.

The princess gave a few thrusts with her rapier. It was perfectly balanced, and fit in regulations of the Union. Then returned it into her scabbard on her belt. Waiting for the Prince and her tutor to arrive. Instead her twin arrives, wearing a much more proper outfit, with more padding on it. She held her helmet to her waist, holding it.

“Violette, what are you doing here? Édouard should not be alone in the pool, he’s far too young.” Marie-Noëlle had a concerned tone, the young brother of hers was only eleven.

“Father is outside with him. I told your tutor she can stay at home and I will practice with you.” She gave a smug tone, “After all, she shouldn’t have to be a victim of your showboating.”

“So be it, I won’t will not hold back.” Marie-Noëlle replied with a smirk.

Violette gave a small sigh, “I do wish to speak to you about your behavior towards Johan. I heard from Édouard about what you did in the pool. Yo-”

Marie-Noëlle cut her off, “I lost my temper, I admit but h-”

“Marie, you scared the life out of him over makeup. What would happen if Édouard wasn’t there? The fact that the prince is still here is either a miracle or he doesn’t want to be rude to the rest of us.” Violette gave a serious tone, in a circle walking around her sister on the mat.

Marie-Noëlle started to walk as well around the mat. The two walked along the edge of the circle of the mat. “That’s not fair, he lied. He deceived me, claiming a false honor of conflict.”

Violette gave a sigh, “By the Allmother, it is makeup. Having a fake scar is not a sin, claiming false honor is not a crime anymore. It’s not the 1700s, it’s a new era and we grew up during it. You can’t excuse yourself by saying this is the right way of things when you were not even around for it.”

Marie-Noëlle lashed out directly a furious slash at her sister with aggression. Violette desperately blocks it and moves back quickly, leaping back from her sister. Getting a distance away. Marie-Noëlle gave a scowl through her mask. “The old way was right! Look at the world now, we have Ursines drinking next to Kemonomimi. Do you know what a drunk, angry Ursine could do to a person? They can tear people limb from limb. Do you know what it takes to bring one of them down? It’s insane to let such sapients wander around. We need to protect not just our people, but the elves and the humans.”

“This isn’t about Ursines or differences in Species. This is about you overreacting about someone wearing makeup!” Violette barely dodged another one of Marie’s swipes. “Did you even apologize for your overreaction or does your honor not allow you to do that much.”

Marie-Noëlle’s angry side stepped on her sister, sweeping her leg. “Yield.” She gave a cold tone, pointing her sword down at her twin, aiming directly for her stomach.

Violette dropped her sword, holding up her hands while laying on her back. “I yield but we are not done. We need to talk about your behavior, not your politics.” Marie-Noëlle helped her sister up. They walk to a nearby bench, to catch their breath and take off their helmets. Violette gave a sigh, "Seriously you find someone who likes your way of speaking, instead of thinking of you as a weirdo. He thinks it’s cute.” She relaxes against the wall, “You should apologize before you lose him. Alright?”

Marie-Noëlle stays silent, picking up a pair of water bottles from the cooler next to her. Handing one to her sister. “Well… You may have a point. I am still upset at him for his deception.”

Her twin gave a sigh, “That is at least better than where you were before.” Taking a sip of the water. “Don’t speak about politics until the fourth date.” She gave a joking tone and held a smirk.

“Make it third and I will be forced to agree.” Her twin gave a smile back, giving a nudge to her sister.

Violette small chuckle, “Where is he anyway?”

“He went to the bathroom, though he should be due back at any moment.” Marie-Noëlle stood up from the bench, reaching to lift up her twin’s hand and she accepted it. Placing the bottle of water back onto the bench. “I will apologize to him after I make an example of you.” She gave a smirk, placing on her helmet.

“Pity, I hoped you wouldn’t humiliate me too much.” The princess gave a smirk back, placing on the helmet and returning to the center of the mat.

Unbeknownst to the two Princesses their guest has been listening into their conversation behind a corner. After a few moments gathering his thoughts about those… speciest remarks from Marie before walking into the room with a wide smile.

Marie looks towards the prince, holding up a hand to have her sister lower her blade and removes her helmet. “Prince Johan, I would like to beg your forgiveness for my actions at the pool.” She had a genuine tone about her and did honestly mean it. “I fear my temper got the better of me, and I acted out of sorts. I deeply and sincerely apologize for my unbenefiting behavior, I have been a poor host.” She places her sword into its scabbard.

“It is quite alright.” He said in a warm gentle tone placing a hand on her cheek rubbing it. “I did get good exercise from it, did I not?” He gave a teasing grin before giving her a peck on cheek. “You can make it up to me by taking me to dinner though~”

She looked surprised, even Violette gave a strange look to the prince. Most people after being chased by Marie tend to never want anything to do with her after not asking her to go to dinner. She was lost for words for a few moments. “I-I believe that can be arranged, though I fear you may have to deal with my father’s grilling. I pray you enjoy burgers.”

“Oh, I was hoping we’d have a private dinner just the two of us… like a restaurant or something.” The Prince scratched the back of his head nervously.

Marie gave a small sigh, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “My family are barred from eating at restaurants and public venues save a select few.” She kept her temper in check, not wanting to go on a rant about socialists again. “We can only eat at home, in private residences and at private venues that have been pre-approved in advance.”

“That… is very unfortunate.” Johan just scratched back of his head looking away now feeling embarrassed about bringing up having dinner.

“Boy, she literally made comments about segregation. Why did you not just leave the manor after hearing that?” Olav asked being completely dumbfounded by what he heard.

“I can fix her.” Johan say with complete confidence.

“No. No, you can’t.”

“Well, we shouldn’t give up on family.”

“…Did you get her pregnant?!” The king asked, shocked as he stood up from his seat.

“What? No! I was talking about the mask and marrying her.” Johan defended himself and raised his hands.

Olav let out a sigh of relief as he sat back down again. “Thank the Allfather, I was afraid you somehow made this situation worse for yourself.” He said in a chuckle taking a sip from his coffee cup.

He mumbled under his breath, “Have to wait until the ceremony.”

“What ceremony?” His father asked, raising an eyebrow towards him.

He gave a shiver, “I think it is best you and her mother discuss that. I would rather not discuss it.”


11th of May 2023

The Princess relaxed on the couch with a bowl of popcorn on her lap. Waiting on the date to come back with the rest of the snacks. Drinks having already been prepared by her sister and placed on the table. They were staying in a guest house on the grounds, away from Marie’s family and enforced by a few scary words from her twin to keep Marie’s siblings at bay. She bounced her leg up and down, having to lift the bowl up to prevent it from spilling.

“You know with how traditional you are, I thought you’d have snacks from a few centuries ago.” Johan said with a teasing grin on his lips as he walked up behind Marie giving his girlfriend a kiss on the forehead.

She returned the kiss on his cheek, patting the seat next to her. “I’m traditional, not old, what am I an elf?” She gave a smile back at him, tilting her head up towards him.

The Prince chuckled lightly at that as he jumped over the couch and sat next to this beautiful princess. “Well with how you speak you could surprise me.” He teased as he poked Marie’s side.

She rolled her eyes, resting her head on the adorable prince. “I can scarcely believe it has only been a few days.”

“You remind me of my theater classes in high school.” Johan shook his head in amusement as he cuddled up to the larger kemonomimi. “Unfortunately I have to leave tomorrow to prepare for my trip to Sayyed.” He let out a small sigh thinking about it.

“Sayyed? Where in the Allmother name is that?” She gave a concerned look at him. Putting aside the question about his career as an actor in school.

The Prince gave her a confused and surprised look before a small teasing smile came on his lips. “Not most well versed on geography, huh?” He teased before taking out his phone and finding a picture of Urth, zooming in on West Gondwana. “The Serene Emirate of Sayyed, it is a semi-constitutional monarchy in Western Gondwana. Their monarch is holding their first year anniversary on the throne.”

“I don’t know every backwater nation on the Urth.” She says with a scoff, eyeing Gondwana. “It is in Gondwana, that’s cannot be safe.” She shakes her head, looking at the prince with a protective glance, and pulling him towards her with an arm around his shoulder. “Holding an anniversary after one year on the throne? Did she win some sort of war or perform a great deed? You know how often conflict happens in that continent.”

He rolled his eyes at her comments. “It’s fine sweetie, no war is going to happen.” He said, giving her a peck on the cheek, smiling warmly at her. “As far I know about Sayyed’s Emira and her family is that they love some media attention.” He chuckled as he found a post that the Emira made on Pigeon. “She apparently loves to use social media as well.”

“There will be a war there in less than a month over some tribal nonsense.” She said defensively, squeezing the prince close to her. “Media attention? Are they like the house of Bjørn then?” She raised an eyebrow, “The jarl is quite too liberal with their outfits for my taste. However that is not enough to dislik-” Her eyes glance down at Johan’s phone. Staring in a confused shock state. “Is this their tribal leader? You’re not just pulling up some sort of sinful woman as a sort of practical joke?”

“You are being really judgemental for someone who never met the lass.” Johan said, rolling his eyes once more, grabbing a bit of the chocolate snacks. “But yes, this is their Emira which I will be meeting when I come to Sayyed for the anniversary.”

“I don’t need to meet her, I can see all of her here.” She looked in disgust at the photo, “Did her parents not give her enough attention? Where is her common sense of decency? How in the Allmother name did anyone with moral fiber would let her go out dressed like that?” She squeezed Johan closer to her. “She dressed as if she’s a demimondaine of the night, not a leader of a country.”

The Prince looked at his phone then back at his girlfriend. “I think you’re overreacting, she isn’t showing much skin at all in this photo at least.” He said bit confused at his girlfriend’s attitude but more so extremely confused at what in the nine realms does demimondaine mean.

“What do you mean not showing too much skin? This is completely perverse, I fear for her people’s morality if she ever could think of taking pride in a rakish photo and then posting it for all to see.” She shook her head, “What happened to the world’s sense of virtue and decorum.”

Her boyfriend looked a bit dumbfounded upon hearing that. “Didn’t think that her showing a bit of shoulder would spell the end of Sayyed as a nation.” He said with a quiet sigh and a small chuckle from his girlfriend’s dramatic attitude. “You’d be shocked to hear that her family has a reality TV show then.”

“From the mind to the body, all must work as a whole or the rest will be sick.” She shook her head in pure disgust. “Johan, let our last day together not be something that causes strife in my heart. I fear for your body going to land already, please don’t worry my mind while we still have these moments.”

“…she really had hundreds of different ways to call a woman promiscuous, huh?” Olav said in a surprised tone as he shook his head.

“Men as well…” He gave a tired shrug, “Honestly, I thought it was progressive at first. You know equality and stuff, but she actually just…” He gives a hand motion, “Very conservative.”

“I mean I guess you should be happy she never met Hera then.” Olav took a sip of his coffee as he gestured to the Prince to continue on.

“I’m going to be fine.” Johan gave his girlfriend a peck on the lips as he looked up at her with a gentle warm smile. “It’s only a small trip, small conversation with the Emira and then I’ll be back before you know it. It is simply my nation paying respect to an important nation in West Gondwana.”

“It’s in Gondwana, how important can it be? They are just like a bigger Borea but with less Akuanists and warmer weather.” She rolls her eyes again, “Small conversation? With her?” She narrows her eyes at Johan but with a great deal of concern. “I do not trust such a minx around you. Are you able to get out of it.” She places the popcorn down at the table in front of her. “In such a dangerous land as well. Would you even be safe there?”

“It is extremely big on oil and gas production which made them one of the wealthiest nations per capita in the region.” The Prince took a piece of chocolate before continuing on. “I will be safe, Sayyed is a wealthy, stable and developed nation even if a conflict was somehow to arrive. They have a strong modern military for their size with the backing of Mirhaime. I’d be evacuated in no time.” He could not help but roll his eyes for the billionth time before giving a serious look into her eyes. “I will be safe, I promise.” He gave her a kiss on the cheek before continuing on, this time with a teasing smile. “Plus you really think I’d pick her when you are far more beautiful?” He leaned in to whisper. “You also fill out your outfit more~”

“You gotta be joking with the last one.” Olav had a complete deadpan face as he looked at his son.

“It was that or listen to her go on about treating Sayyed as a backwater country.” Johan gave a shrug, “and it did work.”

She gave a sigh, “Almost every country on the Urth is big on oil and gas, or they have much closer and better neighbors than some Gondwanans.” She shakes her head, instead of going on to detail everything wrong with going to some heathen country with an extremely questionable leader. She gives him a kiss on the cheek, “Your way of words swoon my heart.” She calms down, “Though I will still pray to the Allmother for your safety while over there. I cannot protect you when you are so far away from me.” She rubs her hand against his back. “Please keep yourself safe and don’t go outside at night.”

“I’ll be safe.” The Prince squeezes her side as he rubs his head against her neck gently purring while doing so. “I am going to have my twin sister there with me so trust me I will have someone to rely on while there.”

She pulled him close, giving him a tight hug. “Ah, Joan has a good head on her shoulders despite her…” She doesn’t finish her sentence and instead places a kiss on his cheek. Still rubbing his back, and taking in his purs. Matching it with her own purs. “Please keep safe and stay around her.”

“I will.” He said giving a kiss back.

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22nd of May 2023

Johan was smiling warmly as he was driven to the Frida estate, his thoughts being solely on Marie. Even though it had been less than two weeks since they last spoke he was still excited to talk with her again. So much so that his fingers couldn’t stop tapping his knee in anticipation as he looked outside the window of the limousine waiting for the exact moment it stopped. He wanted to be more extravagantly dressed to impress her, but he rather wanted to avoid dealing with the Federal Tax Service. Instead he wore the same suit he had worn during the ball he had met Marie. An black Royal Uniform with blue and purple highlights with a dark blue sash. The moment he saw the limousine stop at the entrance of the Frida estate he immediately exited it. Leaving the driver confused and nervous as the door opened right in front of him.

“Everything alright your highne-” The driver started speaking but quieted down the immediate moment that he saw Johan hanging him over an bender worth 1k and just walked off the moment he accepted it. ‘Bit rude but I won’t complain’ The driver thought to himself as he put the money into his pocket and went into the limousine again.

The young prince walked up to the gate that was guarded by two tall (for kemonomimi) angry looking Kemonomimi women in suits bowing towards them as he approached. “I am here to meet Crown Princess Marie-Noëlle of House Frida, heiress to the Jarldom of Normand.” He said in the professional and respectful manner that he has been raised to dp since he was young.

They give him a firm stare, the guard to the right opening her mouth to question him before an ever-so energetic small kemonomimi ran towards the gate. “Johan!” Édouard held onto the bars, giving him a wave. The guards looked at each other, before looking back at Édouard. “He’s Marie’s boyfriend.” He says holding out the final word. They open the gate, to let the prince in.

Small smirk formed on Johan’s face hearing the little kemonomimi prince say that. Giving another bow to the two guard ladies before walking into the estate placing a hand on Édouard’s head ruffling up his hair a little bit. “Thank you little man!” He teased as he looked down at him.

“I’m not little! I’m just young.” He gives a pout, his hair being ruined. Giving a small mutter, “Violette is going to force me to brush my hair again.” He guides him into the manor itself, giving a wave to the groundskeeper trimming the bushes. “Um, I think Marie is…” He stops for a few moments, then looking back up at Johan. “I don’t know where she is.”

The Norgsveltian prince just chuckled at that as he kneeled down to be at the same height as Édouard. “Well you have any idea where Violette is then? We could ask her?”

“Oh she is in the gym!” He grabs his hand and starts to attempt to drag him along to the gym building. “She’s uh, lifting weights I think? It was that or running on the treadmill. I don’t know, I’m not allowed in there.”

“Well I won’t tell your parents that you decided to do the oh so awful sin of entering a gym.” Johan joked as he rubbed the small prince’s hair as he followed the little guy.

“Oh it’s not my parents, it’s Marie and Violette that are the worst about it.” He gave a small pout, “They treat me like a baby.” He says with a huff as the cross the ground heading towards the gym.

“Why don’t they like you going to the gym?” Johan asked, giving the boy a curious look.

“They say I could get hurt or see something I’m not supposed to.” He says in an annoyed tone, “I’m eleven I have seen them in athletic wear before and I watched Marie beat up someone before.”

“Ah, has Marie spoken to you about the sinful thing about seeing uncovered shoulders?” Johan jokes, shaking his head at the idea. “Well I for one think you’re old enough to be at the gym.” He chuckles for a small moment before falling silent. “As long as you don’t do anything stupid that is.”

“I never do anything stupid… Marie didn’t tell you about the dolls right?” He looked up at the tall man. “Because I swear, they were like that when I found them. Cross my heart, hope for you to die.”

‘Well that is a unique spin on that saying’ Johan thought to himself before giving the small prince a mischievous smirk. “Oh? I don’t think she did… But now you should explain it in detail.” He said in a teasing tone.

“No thank you.” He holds open the door to the gym, letting prince Johan walk through. Then escorting him to the weightlifting and treadmill room. Nervously looking at Johan and then back at the door. “Maybe she’s busy…”

“Well, how about you tell me about those dolls then?” The Norgsveltian Prince said in a teasing tone as he lifted up the small prince, the Norgsveltian placing his hands under the boy’s shoulders and thrusting him upwards off of the ground. “We can go around the mansion to find someone who knows where your older sisters are while you tell me what you did to those dolls.”

The prince looked in a panic at the Norgsveltian. Rapidly knocking at the door and shouting “Violette! Marie!”

The door opened to a concerned looking Marie holding a heavy dumbbell as a weapon. Her eyes looked at the prince and then at Prince Johan. She gave a soft laugh, “Oh it’s you. Can you put down my little brother before he starts crying?”

Johan let out a warm chuckle as he gently put down the little prince. Ruffing up his hair once more as he did so. “Just felt like teasing him, that’s all.” The Norgsveltian said with a warm smile as he looked at Marie, not hiding that his eyes were looking her up and down. “I am quite lucky to have such… athletic girlfriend.” He teased.

The boy awkwardly looked at prince Johan and at his big sister. “So, um. Can I go now?”

Marie rolled her eyes, placing the dumbbell down over on the rack waving them to come inside. “Come on you two, we’re just finishing up here. Édouard don’t touch anything.” Édouard’s eyes widen at being able to enter into the room, he was going to touch everything he possibly could before he got into too much trouble.

Marie and Violette were both dressed in a similar fashion with the only difference being color. Shorts that don’t leave much to that imagination, and sports bras. It was perhaps the most skin Marie would ever actually show in all honesty. Violette placed down her own makeshift weapon in the form of a weight bar. She gave a smirk towards Johan, “Oh me oh my Marie, aren’t you ashamed of wearing that in front of a man~”

“Still your tongue Violette.” Marie said in an annoyed tone of voice.

“Well I am certainly not complaining.” Prince Johan said with a small chuckle as he walked up next to Marie giving her a kiss on the cheek, his eyes going more downwards then upwards.

“Did you have to go into detail about it?” Olav asked, raising an eyebrow at Johan.

“I just wanted to explain the story in detail. You know describe I uh… love her.” Johan shifted awkwardly in his chair. “Sorry.”

“Just continue on.” Olav took a sip from his cup again.

“I hope I wasn’t disturbing your two’s workout session?” Johan scratching the back of his head feeling a little bit guilty of just walking in on them.

Édouard started walking towards the dumbbell walk, looking at all the various weights and sizes. Then started making poses of ‘feats of strength’ in the mirror.

Marie shaked her head and kissed his cheek, “No, as I said we are finishing up. Once we are finished, do you care for a trip into the garden? After a change of clothes of course.”

Violette kept her teasing smirk, “Oh we’re finishing up alright.”

Édouard spoke up while making faces in the mirror, “What does that mean? Like why did you say it like that.”

“I’ll tell you when you are older, Édouard.” Violette said in a joking tone, looking at Marie and Johan together.

The Norgsveltian Prince rolled his eyes and gave Marie a kiss on the cheek. “If you need help with getting out those clothes just ask~” He whispered into Marie’s ear as he gave her a kiss on the neck. He bowed his head respectfully towards Violette before he walked out of the gym with a smirk on his face.

She blushed, but also had a confused look on her face. Not sure if she wanted to slap him or kiss him. Though it was leaning on slapping him. “Umm… Violette do you mi-”

“Go on and be with your boyfriend.” She gave a dangerous smirk, which annoyed Marie greatly to look at. “Édouard lets leave.”

“Aww, can I not stay?”

“No. Come on now.”

[Some time later]

Marie stepped out into the garden, wearing a traditional looking suit. Her hair is still wet from the shower. She sat down across from Prince Johan, resting her elbows on the stone table. “I missed you deeply Johan.” She held a soft tone, but still kept speaking in formalities.

Édouard came rushing to the table, a doll in hand. “So this her favorit-” He looked over at Marie and then back at Johan. Tossing the doll onto the table and running behind the Norgsveltian royal.

Johan chuckled as he saw the little Prince hide behind him. “Édouard you should give me and your sister some alone time. You can show me her dolls later.” He said, patting the prince’s head for a little bit before turning his attention towards Marie. “I missed you too, and as I said I’d return in one piece.” He gave her a teasing smile.

Édouard looked at Marie and reached his hand across the table to grab the doll slowly before running off to mess with her room some more. Marie sighed at her brother.

“Thankful you, I pray for your safe return each day.” She said with a stressed look, reaching to hold his hand, rubbing her thumb across his hand. “How was it?”

“Sayyed it was quite alright, and I was treated well.” He gave her a genuine warm smile as he placed a hand on hers rubbing it. “Way too warm though, and I was expected to wear suits so not exactly any days that I could chosen to wear shorts instead.”

She gave a relieved look at him, “I’m glad those kinds of people knew how to treat you well. I’m glad you went with an escort at least, who knows what kind of sinful women and men are there. At least your sister could protect you.”

Johan could not help but roll his eyes. “I really think you’re over exaggerating the ‘sinfulness’ of the Sayqidi people, sweet heart.”

“My sister and I decided to watch that dreadful show their ‘royal’ family has.” She looks at him with a serious look.

“Was it any good?” He said with a teasing smirk.

She squeezed his hand in response with a concerned look. “It was one of the most unroyal, sinful and degenerate things ever to be played in this estate.”

"Too much skin?” Johan asked less teasing and more curiosity. “I do think it is likely not the best decision by Sayyed to put their Royal Family on a reality TV show.” He gave a kiss on her cheek to calm down the Princess. “But perhaps they felt it make their people relate and connect to them more.”

“By what? Showing them being so disunited? Showing how much they completely lack common decency? Maybe to flaunt how much better their life is with all their wealth? Showing every argument, every sinful outfit they put on? They are supposed to set an example for their people but if they are what they are supposed to aspire to then they are setting the bar low enough that any harlot with their parent’s bank card could reach it.” She said in a mostly angry tone, absolutely upset by the sheer depravity and lack of any nobility they willing displayed. “For the love of the Allmother, my family would have performed such actions on other families as a way to insult them when we were in power.”

“…Very, very colorful way of saying it.” Johan said letting out a nervous chuckle. “Calm down, you make me fear that you’d duel their Emira if you had the chance.” He gave his girlfriend another kiss on the cheek. “From what my sister told me, their Emira seems to have some good manners and decency with her.” The Prince gave his charming smile as he lied through his teeth by claiming it was his sister and not him who had the conversation.

She shakes her head, squeezing his hand. “If you say so, I had enough of such sin coming from the unimportant countries.” She said with a sigh.

— —

“By the gods.” Olav said, looking at his son in surprise.

“Thank the gods I lied.” He gave a sigh of relief. “I love her but by the Allmother she has a temper, at least when we’re alone.”

“I can’t help but imagine how she’d react to the actual comments Hera made to you.” Olav shook his head in disbelief.

“Marie spoke a lot about that Sayyed TV show as well. She didn’t stop complaining about how much Zahra lost her earring in the pool and how much of a little whiner they are about. How a true woman with a back bone and a warrior spirit would move on without crying like a…” Johan stopped himself, “Well you can take a guess what she said about.”

“You sure love calling nations you haven’t been informed about for being unimportant don’t you?” The Prince said, raising an eyebrow at his girlfriend.

“If they were importanted, then I would have known about them in my study or have been informed about them in the first place.” She calmly spoke, “Let us not speak of such nations, we have better things to spend our time with than Gondwanans.”

“Look all I’m saying that you were so certain they’d be at war but no war was in sight when I was over there.” The Prince said trying to be at least a little bit fair to Sayyed since his girlfriend was fully convinced it was a nation designed by Loki.

“It hasn’t been a month since I said that.” She was firm in her belief, “Besides, tell me about your flight here instead. I long wanted to travel in one.”

“Well you owe me if they are not at war by the start of June.” He said with a laugh. “The flight isn’t exactly as exciting as the trip itself. I spent the entire time thinking about you.”

She blushed, covering her mouth with a handkerchief. “Your words strike a chord with my heart, my apologies for my expression.”

“Hopefully my comment earlier at the gym did as well~” He teased as he gave her a peck on the lips, placing a hand on her chin as he rubbed it.

She almost slapped him for kissing her lips without permission. “Shush…” She said in a blushed tone looking away and towards a bush of flowers. “You most certainly have a way around your words with that roguish charm.”

“Hopefully I have done well in seducing the Princess then~” He whispered in a teasing tone into her ear before leaning back into his seat smiling innocently.

“I should slap you for such… words.” She returns to looking at him. “Such things are not meant for those who are only dating…” She trailed off.

He placed his hands in front of him defensively giving a small apologetic smile. “Sorry, sorry.” He let out a quiet chuckle. “You are honestly beautiful, and I mean that. So part of me couldn’t help but be flirtatious, though if it is making you uncomfortable I’ll stop.”

“You’re not making me uncomfortable, it’s just not proper for those who are dating but not properly masked to be together.” She sighs, “I truly feel your words in my heart, but I wish for things to be done properly.”

Johan nodded at that. “If you want it to be done in a proper way then I’ll accept that.” He said with a smile rubbing Marie’s hands gently. “I want to make you happy and follow your traditions and your lead.”

She gave a bright smile at that, “That perhaps is the kindest thing any one of those who attempted to be my suitor said to me. I was… Concerned about giving you this too soon or if you weren’t the right one but.” She takes out a small box, handing it over to him by sliding it across the table. “If you wish, of course, I will not fault you with thinking I am moving too soon.”

The young Prince accepted what he had assumed was just a mere gift in which he opened the lid of the box. Revealing a perfect white mask with golden edging along the edges and eye holes. One meant to just cover his eyes. A warm genuine smile plastered on his face as he looked at Marie. “Of course I’d accept it, I just wish I could give you something in return!”

Marie was ecstatic, having a massive smile she stood up and walked over him. Planting a kiss on his lips lasting for a few moments. She wrapped her arms around him giving him a squeezing hug. “I am so glad you accepted!” She said in a cheerful tone, completely unlike her.

“I certainly could get used to that.” He said in almost daze from the kiss as he wasn’t fully expecting her to initiate it. Placing an arm around her waist hugging her tightly.

“You better, put it on for me.” She let go of him, stepping back to see him in a joyful look.

“Hopefully you treat me well when I do~” He teased but was smiling genuinely warmly. He had no idea why she was acting like this but her joyful tone was contagious. He slowly put the mask on him, having it cover his eyes. “Does it look good on me?”

She couldn’t help but clap at it, giving a bounce up and down as she did so. “So perfect! So good! We must tell my family, I-I didn’t tell them I was planning on this.” She says just a tad bit shamefully. She took out her own mask, which looked like his, placed it on her face and offered her hand to him.

Johan smiled warmly at that, placing his hand on top of Marie’s, giving it a gentle kiss before holding it. “Hope it makes my comments earlier more acceptable~” He said in a teasing tone. “I love you.”

She lowers her hands down to his waist, planting a kiss onto his lips. “Oh it makes more than just acceptable my love~” She holds onto his hand taking him to go see her mother.

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“Really? Nothing felt off to you? No, warning bells were hitting you in the head? Nothing?” Olav said, looking at his son in disbelief.

“I-I um… Was distracted by her personality change…” He said scratching the back of his head.

“You certainly weren’t using your right head.” Olav rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Did not the term of being ‘masked’ seem off to you?”

He scratched his arm, “I just um… No, not really. I-I thought um.” He gave sigh, “No it didn’t, I was not thinking correctly.”

Olav let out a heavy sigh as he finished his coffee. “At least it can’t get any worse.” He said while pouring himself another cup.

The door opened again, with Princess Joan being one walking in. “Hey dad, did you get through with this idiot?” She gestures to her brother, as she sat down next to him.

“We are finally finished, how about it?” He said, raising an eyebrow at his daughter.

She gave him a smile, “I figure we better start with me after you get your anger out on him.” She carefully places the mask onto the table, showing a deep respect for it. “It is from Violette, and we took at least a year before getting masked.” She gave a smug look at Prince Johan.

The king just slammed his head towards his desk letting out an irritated sigh. “Why…” He said in an tired exasperated tone.

“We flipped a coin on it.” Johan said with a tired look.

Joan’s phone rang, to which she answered the video call. “Hey Alex-”

“You’re also a fucking idiot.” Alexandra said with a tired voice.

15th July, 2023
Château de Lys d’Or; District-de-la-République-Capitale; The Federation

Olav wanted to be happy, he wanted to be at his brightest today for his wife. He wished he had energy and emotion to have a bright smile and give the biggest cheer to his wife for her 50th birthday. But instead he felt tired, he felt he was in an hopeless situation as he let out a heavy sigh.

“Did you really have to invite them over?” Olav said, crossing his arms as he raised an eyebrow. Leaning against a wall as he looked at Wilhelmina getting ready.

Wilhelmina gave a look over her shoulder to give her husband a glance as she had a small smile on her lips. “I have no idea what you’re talking about darling.” She said in an innocent tone as she put on some black eyeliner.

“Sweetie don’t play coy.” The king said as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. He loved his wife but he was certain he could die from stress because of this. “Why did you invite Princess Marie-Nöelle?”

“Is it so bad I want to meet the girl who stole our son’s heart?” The queen just gave her husband a teasing smile as she turned towards him acting all so innocent.

“When it brings the wrath of Pierre then yes.” Olav said a bit frustrated as he let out a sigh. “Doesn’t help you invited most of the Frida family as well.”

“Not most, just the four of them.” She corrects him with a smile. “Can you zip up my dress?” She gave a kind but teasing tone.

He rolled his eyes but walked up behind her and zipped up the back of her dress. Looking into the mirror to look her in the eyes. “Sometimes I do really wonder if giving me trouble is what gives you life.” He gave her a peck on the cheek as he placed his strong arms on top of her shoulders.

“Well, no but it does make life worth living.” She gives a soft laugh, kissing his cheek back. “I like to think on the brightside, at least they’re not from MBE or Packilvania. That’s a plus is it not?”

The king gave his wife a small pinch on her side as punishment even if he let out a quiet chuckle from the joke. “If my ears start bleeding from Pierre’s yelling I will ensure you get punished for it.” He said in a half joking tone as he gave her a peck on the forehead as he stepped away from her.

“Are you trying to encourage me to cause problems?” She gives a teasing smirk at him, tilting her head to the side.

Olav threw a small pillow at her as he walked towards the door. “Just get ready, we are a minute behind schedule.” He said, rolling his eyes and shaking his head in amusement. “We don’t exactly have an excuse for being late.”

Wilhelmina rolled her eyes after being all so violently assaulted with a pillow. “Fine fine, but I better get a good birthday gift from you later~”

“Anything for my dear wife.” He gave her a kiss on the back of her neck as he opened the door for her. The two being dressed in the most expensive outfits that Jørgen could get for this day.

Olav wore a suit made of lab-created silk, completely cruelty free. With gold and silver cufflinks and buttons hand-crafted by the finest Valkyr artisans to detail each one with the family’s emblem. His coat was fitting to his form but designed in such a way it inherently makes him look strong and opposing, hiding his beer gut through the layers of fabric. His tie was again, made out of the same silk but detailed with stitchings of artwork in the old Ulvrikian rune stones. The stitchings are quite literally made out of gold and silver thread that had its color changed to red and blue. His vest despite it not truly ever going to be seen was designed in a way to be breathable alongside his undershirt. With designs of the Ulviktru myth of slaying dragons stitched into it. His undershirt had buttons made from a particular metal that the Jarl refused to answer due to copyright reasons but rest assured it looked valuable enough for the monarch. Olav’s shoes were simple black Bastion oxfords made with cruelty free leather and recycled rubber, being both fashionable and a statement on the environment. A strange joke given the suit was worth more than two mansions in the center of Osfjord.

Wilhelmina’s dress was no less lavish, a long black dress that hugged the body which did briefly make Olav raise an eyebrow for unrelated reasons. Around her neck was a long, dark blue scarf, with crushed gems included into it. To go along with the dress, a jacket was included with deep pockets after a stray comment she made to Jørgen ages ago. The jacket was styled as a chef’s jacket similar to one you would see in a high-end restaurant or an overly expensive bakery but with the color being one of sharper color of smokey gray. The buttons were rose gold, with designs of old Akuan charms that promote a long life and protection. Shoes were flats disguised as heels, a clever design the Jarl spent a small fortune on creating for his various fashion companies. To go along with it all, a clutch purse that could be hidden away in her inner jacket’s pocket or more realistically Olav’s jacket pocket.

“The FTS earned a fortune from that fine.” Olav said letting out a small chuckle as he looked at the outfits he was wearing. “Glad Jørgen was the one who handled that.” He wrapped his arm around Wilhelmina’s waist as the two walked down the stairs towards the party that was being held in her honor.

“It was a nice birthday gift from him, though I do dread how much he has to pay for us and his own outfit.” She chuckles along with him. Following his lead.

“You do look absolutely beautiful.” He said in a warm tone as he looked at her, a genuine happy smile on her face. “Though I doubt any outfit can hide your amazing looks.” He gave her a kiss on the neck.

She rested her head on his shoulder, “You look so amazingly handsome in your suit, if I didn’t see your gut in person. I wouldn’t believe it.” She teases, getting one last joke in before they have to act like proper royals.

Prince Johan tightened his light blue tie as he let out a sigh. He was wearing a white suit designed to be similar to that of his girlfriend. He couldn’t help but be a little nervous. He knows Marie didn’t like being away from him but he was told to be here to help prepare. Having spent a few days away from her he was a bit anxious to see how possessive she will be. Though his nervous thoughts were broken by the sound of his sister, Joan speaking behind him.

“Nervous?” She said with a smile, “Just don’t speak to any women who are not related to you.” She gives him a nudge in the arm, “Also don’t be away from her at the party.” In a much more serious tone of voice.

“Me? Nervous? Never.” He said turning around giving a confident smile as he tried to absolutely bullshit himself into thinking he was more confident then he actually was. “I shall turn off my inherent radiant charms for my love.” He joked as he reached down on the make up table to pick up his beautifully made white mask.

She already had her mask on, she gave him a playful shove. “It makes you feel better, I heard from Violette that Marie is just as anxious as you are.” She gives a calm and soothing tone. “Just don’t get us in trouble again.” She quickly jokes, giving a chuckle.

“I have a hard time believing that.” Johan said as he let out a sigh. But he still despite not believing it, her words at least put him more at ease. Knowing that she was there to support him. “Can’t exactly get us in more trouble then I already have.” He gave his sister a warm smile as he gave her a quick hug. “Thanks, It means a lot. I still doubt Marie ever is nervous.”

Marie-Noëlle was panicking walking back and forth while her sister Violette was relaxed on a chair nearby. “What if I say the wrong thing and the Fylkir doesn’t let us go through with marriage? What if Mom doesn’t approve of the family?” She nervously questions herself, pacing the carpet floor.

“Just don’t talk about politics and you’re fine.” Violette rolls her eyes, texting Joan. “Also you really think Mom of all people are not going to approve of you marrying into the Fylkir’s family? She was worse than you when I started dating Joan.”

“Well, Mom is just wrong on that.” Marie-Noëlle didn’t really notice her words as it came out of her mouth. Violette raised an eyebrow at her twin of all people calling her mother wrong on anything ‘queer’ as her twin puts it.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” She asked in shock of it all.

“Repeat what?” Marie-Noëlle stopped pacing and looked at her with a confused look.

“You said mom was wrong about my relationship with Joan.” Violette stood up, perhaps her sister wasn’t a complete political backwards monster as she normally is.

“Well it’s queer and sinful but as long it is away from the children and it’s only a union not marriage it is fine.” Marie-Noëlle started walking back and forth again.

“That is a huge step for you, I’m honest to Almother, shocked at your acceptance.” Violette raised her hand to check her sister’s forehead. “You’re not running a fever, is everything alright?”

Marie-Noëlle signed, forcing her sister’s hand off of her forehead. “I will admit, I am concerned of mind about the dance.”

“Well yeah, I can see that but you have never been this accepting before. Quick tell me your opinion about elves.” Violette said half-joking, half being completely serious about her sister.

“Violette this is serious, I’ve never been like this before.”

“Would a cigarette help?”

“I do not take part in dragon smoke, you know that.” Marie-Noëlle gave a dirty look at her sister. Who only laughed in response.

“Just checking, now come on. We gotta meet with are promisees.” Violette helps her sister walk out of the room. Marie correcting Violette’s hair while they walked out.

Édouard, the youngest of the Frida house, was already in the ballroom. Sneaking out during their parents’ coffee drinking ceremony. He had a simple mission, to eat those raspberry Macarons he was so cruelly denied by his family. However there was a problem, a troublesome quarry that he simply could not overcome.

The macarons were placed on a tiered shelf, on top of a table. He could reach the table but his dreams of tasty goodness were out of his reach. He could only stare as the dessert mocked him from its place high above him and his height. Yet he would not be denied his right to the sweet taste of the cookies, he came up with a plan, a scheme if you will. To drag a chair to grab the whole of the macaron plate and hide it away from the eyes of the many.

“Hva driver du med? (What are you doing?)” A voice said behind him in Norgsveltian. A small browned haired kemonomimi girl dressed in a Norgsveltian bunad tilted her head seeing this weird kemonomimi boy. Especially since she was here to look for some chocolate cookies that her big sister Alexandra had hid from her.

He was still dragging the chair over to the table. His outfit would have seem strange to the Norgsveltian, wearing a heavy set waistcoat and silly white breeches. He had no idea what this strange girl was asking him but he gave a simple response. “Je veux des macarons. (I want macarons)” He pointed at the cookie goodness high up above them.

Ny’Kandenor raised an eyebrow at him not understanding what she said but smiled excitedly at seeing the cookies that were on the top shelf. They didn’t look like chocolate cookies but they were in her favorite color! “Kjeks! (Cookies!)” She said excitedly clapping her hands together before walking over to the chair. Gesturing to him to lift it with her as she hushed him. “Vær stille. (Be quiet.)”

He gave a nod, lifting the chair up to lift it with her. Together making quick work to move the chair over to the table. “Je vais monter, tu peux faire le guet? (I will climb up, can you be on the lookout?)" He made a motion of staring around the room with his hands being made to look like binoculars looking around the room. Then started to climb onto the chair.

She nodded her head at that as she looked around the room keeping her eyes mainly concentrated on the door to ensure that the immediate moment someone walked in she’d warn him. She heard Alexandra’s muffled voice from the other end of the door. “Skynd deg! (Hurry up!)” She said in a quiet voice as she gestured to him to hurry up.

He lifted up the plate, started to climb down looking around when he saw the High Jarlnja enter the room. He panicked, having to use both his hands to hold the plate. “Cachez! (Hide!)” He looked at the table, seeing the long table cloth that reached the ground. Giving a head nod towards it, “Pouvez-vous l’extraire? On peut se cacher dessous. (Can you pull it up? We can hide under it.)”

Ny’Kandenor just nodded her head and lifted it up quickly for the weird boy to hide under, following right after him as he crawled under the table. Gesturing him to be quiet as they heard the footsteps of someone walking past the table. “Hvor har hu blitt av? (Where has she gone?)” Alexandra said in annoyance before walking away. The small Princess only let out a sigh of relief when she heard the door close.

The prince gave a smile, placing the plate between them. “Il s’en est fallu de peu, elle en aurait parlé à mes sœurs. (That was close, she would have told my sisters about this.)” He offered one of the macarons to her. “C’est un macaron. Ils sont très sucrés. (This is a macaron. They are very sweet.)” He said with a smile, still keeping quiet.

“Eg har ingen anelse ka du sier men yay kjeks! (I have no idea what you saying but yay cookies!)” She said in an quiet but still excited tone as she took one of the macarons and bite down on it.

“Je n’ai aucune idée de ce que vous dites, mais j’adore les macarons. (I have no idea what you are saying but I love macarons.)” He picked up one from the plate and started eating it excitedly. Getting crumbs onto his overly fancy and stuffy peacoat.

“De er veldig gode! (They are very good!)” The princess excitedly ate up her cookie not being careful at all as she completely forgot her table manners. Getting a few crumbs on her expensive blue bunad. She was about to reach for another one until she saw a glimpse of two black heels that the tablecloth did not reach the ground. “Oh nei… (Oh no…)”

“Din lille bråkmaker. (You little troublemaker.)” The voice said as the tablecloth was lifted up revealing a rather annoyed Alexandra. Who was wearing a tight fitting black and white dress with top being black and bottom being white. The High Jarlynja reaching out to grab her little sister to pull her out from underneath the table.

“Courir! (Run!)” The prince grabbed the strange girl’s hand and pulled her along to crawl out the other side. Together running away to the door, the boy’s pockets had several stuff macarons into his pockets. He looked back at the High Jarlynja chasing them, suffering because she was in heels and they most certainly were not. That was until he straight into a man’s legs. “Désolé! (Sorry!)” He started to try to go around the man, not bothering to look at who it was until his ear was grabbed by him. “Ow!” He looked up at his father, Thaddée giving him a very disapproving look.

“Garçon. (Boy.)” His father gave a strong tone, and gave a look apologetic to the High Jarlynja. Who picked him up and lifted him in the air.

Ny’Kandernor was about to run the other way but was cut off by Alexandra who gave her a stern look. “Eg- Vel- Um- Det var hans ide! (I-Well-Um It was his idea!)” She said pointing towards the prince before being lifted up by her older sister who left out a tired sigh. The princess just crossed her arms pouting as Alexandra carried her away. Alexandra gave a quick apology to Thaddée in Frakanic before she left the room giving few irritated comments towards her little sister in Norgsveltian.

The prince pouted at his father, stumbling over his words, “C’était son idée, je le promets! (It was her idea, I promise!)” The father returns Alexandra apologies with his own but in Norgsveltian. Then turned to the boy and gave him a stern lesson in table manners and how to conduct himself as Thaddée carried him out of the room.

Wilhelmina let out a deep tired sigh as she leaned on a wall for a quick moment. Not for a second was she allowed much breathing room with constant interactions with one person after another and another then another. Constantly praising her their own different ways. In which had to keep her smile, give her polite bows, act in the way all royals do. None of it was tiring in of itself, no she has done this several times. But it was just so much. More than ever before, as if people who are talking to her expect her to die any moment. That it be their one and only moment to talk to her. She doesn’t even know why she is even tired? Like almost all Akuanists she was genuinely a social being, she loved interacting with people, meeting new faces, hearing new stories. Yet… She felt exhausted, like her energy being drained. Maybe she was truly getting old? She hated saying that though. Fifty years is far from being old! Right? Like sure kemonomimi have generally lower life spans than humans but th-

“Sweetie? Hello?”

The Queen’s eyes opened in surprise, being snapped out of her thoughts to just see the concerned face of her big hairy husband. With two cocktail glasses in both of his hands. She couldn’t help but breathe out in relief as a small smile formed on her lips. Without warning she wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly with all that she could.

“I hardly think a cocktail glass makes me deserving of a hug.” The king joked as he felt his wife purr on him. Earning him a small head butt against his chest for the comment.

“Just give me this moment.” She said into his chest, her tail swaying happily as she hugged him. Loving his warmth. Purring even louder when he felt one of his hands on her head scratching her white nekomimi ears.

“Love you.” She hears his voice say. One filled with warmth, love and care.

“Love you too.”

She hugged him for a good few minutes before he took a step back smiling brightly at him as she took one of the cocktail glasses from the king taking a big sip from it. “Took you long enough to get us drinks.” She said in a sassy tone placing a hand on her hip.

“It was like two minutes at most.” Olav said, rolling his eyes as he took a sip from his own glass. “You need a moment?”

“No.” She let out a sigh, shaking her head as she placed a hand on his. “Doing much better now.” She stood up on her tiptoes to give a gentle kiss on his cheek. Scratching his beard as she pulled away. “Will you ever get rid of the beard?”

“Never.” The king said with a smirk earning a sigh from her.

“Such a handsome face, yet you hide it.” She mockingly shook her head feigning sadness. “I guess I should be happy, I’d have to share you with others if you did.” She said with a small teasing smirk on her face before dragging Olav by the hand as she walked further into the party. Away from the small corner they were at. The king just rolled his eyes at that as he let himself get dragged. Small laughter leaving his lips.

“Jeanne, you’re messing with your tie again.” Aurélia gave her wife a kiss on the cheek. “It’s going to be okay, is the medicine working? You’re not in more pain are you?”

The human let go of her tie, kissing her wife back. “Little bit but I can take it, just a bit worried. What if-”

“No, what if, the doctor said everything is going well and according to plan.” Aurélia soothes Jeanne with a rubbing on the back. “Would you like to sit down? I don’t think anyone would judge you if you did.”

“No no, I will be fine.” Jeanne put on a brave face, despite being in considerable amounts of pain. “Just sore, and bit in pain.” She hugged her wife close to her, kissing her forehead. Aurélia gave a small smug look, “So not tonight then?”

“Please no.” Jeanne gave a laugh, letting go of Aurélia. The kemonomimi joined in on the laugh, “Come on, let’s go get a drink. It takes the edge off.” She held out her hand for Jeanne to hold on to. Which she warmly accepted, walking together hand in hand towards the drinks table before bumping into the royal couple.

“It would not kill you to tell me what happened.” Olav said, taking a sip from his glass as he saw her giving him a smile after having talked with another guest. He did not expect to see Victoria Engebretsen and Ingeborg Hove, having a ‘polite’ talk with each other. Luckily Jørgen and Ingrid were ready to handle it.

“Nothing wrong with a mystery now~” Wilhelnina teased as she finished her drink, far quicker than her husband who still had half a glass left.

“Sweetie-” He started saying before seeing the Pierres in the distance, something his wife noticed as well.

“Oh lets talk with them!” The queen said in an excited tone as she dragged him towards the pair.

“Wait, Wait, Wait.” Olav started saying wanting to avoid an angry Pierre which he knows going to have some colorful words about his children. But Wilhelmina just continued pulling him with her arms around his arms as she did so. A bright friendly smile on her face.

“Hope you two are enjoying the party.” She said to the two women as she held Olav’s arm tightly out of love and to ensure he couldn’t just walk away.

Jeanne let out a small gasp of pain as Aurélia spun her around a little too quickly to face them. The Federal Prime Minister gave a long stare at Olav, directly into his eyes. Giving that look of sheer disapproval when it came to certain aspects of his twins. However before Jeanne could speak, her wife gave a head bow. “We are! How about yourself? Getting tired of people talking around your age yet?” She said with a smirk, getting nudged in the arm by her wife.

“It is quite overwhelming I must say but I am having a good time.” Wilhelmina said letting out a sigh and bowed her head towards the two. “People are nice about it but I’ve gotten some folks coming up to me saying how amazing I look for my age.”

“Well you do sweetheart.” Olav said, giving a kiss on Wilhelmina’s cheek as she hugged his arm.

“Hey, you meant to help me by lying about my age.” The queen said, giving a playful shove towards Olav.

The Pierres briefly look over at the sign behind the royal couple with the big lettering of ‘Happy 50 birthday’ before looking back at them. Aurélia gave a chuckle, “Well I can only hope to look more like you do at your age than look more like my mother.”

“You will always look beautiful, Aurélia, I signed the documents ordering it.” Jeanne joked with her wife, which was almost certainly a first for Olav and his wife to ever hear from her. “That does remind me, I have some paperwork for you, your majesty.” She reaches into her jacket pocket, fishing out a large bundle of papers. It appeared to be almost a small book worth of legal documents.

Jeanne handed directly over to Wilhelmina. “These are your retirement papers, information about your pension, record of how much you paid into taxes, what those tax benders was used for, and so forth. As well, including suggested pension villages. The government understands the unique job you have in civil service on behalf of the royal family, as such we will not be fining your employer. Your husband or yourself for working past retirement age. Thank you for your service to the Federation.” She gives the spill in one go, “Also there is some other information on there, including your resume, education and certification. Plus some other minor things.”

Aurélia gave her wife a nudge to the stomach, “Sorry for her, she adores her paperwork.” Giving a small sigh, she reached into her wife’s jacket pocket. “We wanted to give you retirement papers, and your civil service watch.” She hands a silver pocket watch over, with the emblem of the royal family on it. Inside of the case, was a picture of the royal family on the inside-top part and face was a simplistic design. Jeanne took that punch far more dramatically, giving a soft groan.

Aurélia realizing her mistake, “Oh, sorry!” She takes care of her wife, rubbing her back. “Um, sorry.” She looks up to the two royals, “She got out of surgery, it was… bit painful.”

Olav couldn’t help but having to hold back a chuckle after seeing how surprised Wilhelmina looked when seeing book size worth of paperwork. Which she accepted almost hesitantly. “I can feel myself aging even faster by just looking at it.” She joked, though a sense of awkwardness was in her tone. She gave a glance towards her husband who was quick to catch up on it as he finished his glass before picking up the paperwork for her. The queen nodded her head respectfully towards Aurélia as she accepted the pocket watch. Small warm smile on her lips as looked at the picture inside it. “They have grown so fast…” She mumbled to herself before closing it and putting it in her purse.

“I’ll go put it in our room.” The king said, giving Wilhelmina a kiss on the forehead as he walked towards the staircase with the paperwork under his right arm. One of the butlers walk up to offer to take it but it was clear that Olav was having none of it and gestured to the butler to continue service to the other guests.

Wilhelmina just shook her head seeing the interaction. “Always the same with him.” Her voice was warm and endearing despite words. “Did the surgery go well?” The queen asked the pair, giving a concerned look towards Jeanne.

Jeanne gave a thumbs up towards the queen, gritting her teeth. Aurélia, feeling completely awful about it, patted her wife. “Sorry, again sweetie…” Jeanne straightened her back, “It went well, I’m just… very sore. Forgive but would you mind if we found a place to sit down at?”

“None at all. Tell me if you need anything and I’ll get you help immediately.” Wilhelmina said, gesturing to sit at an empty table near the doors that led to the gardens.

The trio made their way to the table and sat down. Jeanne gave a breath of relief, “Spirits.” She muttered under her breath as she sat down and finally had a small break. “Forgive my religio-” She stopped herself, realizing she doesn’t apologize for the small slips up for her speech.

Aurélia spoke up for them, still rubbing their wife’s back. “I know that a small book worth of documents might seem a bit strange for you, but it is a sign of respect in the Federation. It contains the usual legal and pension stuff but Jeanne had the government also include various photos from times you have been to the Federation as well your family when they are here.”

“Well I think my parents would have had a heart attack if they got paperwork as a birthday present when they were my age.” The queen said with a small chuckle. Certainly finding it strange but that was part of the course with the Federation. “I’ll take a good look at it. It will be nice looking back at previous trips, hopefully those trips seen with the same warmth here as I see them at least.”

Jeanne recovering from her wife’s clear and visible abuse, “It was quite taken very well, there is a reason why you always rated high the opinion polls of the royal family. More than Olav and almost as much as Gustaf the Red.” She tried to give a kind tone, “I dare say you’re going to over take the Red Prince soon enough.”

Wilhelmina could not help but physically brighten at that smiling warmly. “Well, I am glad that I am. I was quite afraid in my early years If I’d even be able to handle Royal life.” Small chuckle left her lips as she thought about something, raising an eyebrow Jeanne. “Do I need to sign any papers involving my ‘retirement’?”

Jeanne shook her head, “No you signed them already last month, this was just the personal delivery.” Aurélia gave a small laugh, “We, as in the Federation, don’t like to make pensioners do more work than they absolutely have to.” She gives a teasing smirk, “If it makes you feel better, when my mom got those papers she tried to fist fight a retirement board-member. Drove straight to their office and demanded one of them come outside and fight her for calling her ‘retired.’”

“Well I do not want to propagate stereotypes but I can’t help but imagine her being a Hjørdist.” Wilhelmina said, shaking her head in amusement as she made the joke thinking of it as nothing more than a silly humorous comment. “My little ‘retirement’ will be a bit more peaceful, I will want to take care of my health. Though I will still be part of the tour, don’t worry about that.”

“Oh she is Hjørdist alright.” Aurélia spoke with a chuckle, Jeanne joining in as well. “She visiting a close family friend in Nyveldet, Uncle Ragnar.” Aurélia seemed a bit more relaxed now. “Gave me a heart attack when she told me she left, I was so worried that Jeanne called Nyveldet president’s office to make sure she got to him safely.” She gave a slightly worried chuckle. Jeanne was not one to use her office lightly for personal issues, but it is her wife’s mother after all.

The queen raised an eyebrow at that. “Ragnar? As in Ragnar Torsteinson?” She said with clear surprisement and confusion in her tone. Not expecting a rather controversial politician like him to have connection with Pierres of all people.

“Yeah, he’s my godfather. My mama, Riva and him served in the marines together.” Aurélia gave a warm smile, “He’s a bit rough around the edges but he means well, when you know him personally.” She gave a soft laugh, “Never thought he would be a politician honestly, but I guess he grew up a bit.” Jeanne nodded, “He is a good person if you completely ignore him being capitalist and his politics. He actually took me and Aurélia on our proper date, when my parent’s pickup broke down.”

Wilhelmina just nodded respectfully, ordering a cocktail from one of the butlers with a smile on her face as she tried to… ignore the capitalist comment. “The world seems like it getting smaller and smaller.” She let out a small laughter as she thought about the coincidences of that to even happen.

“Indeed it has.” Jeanne smiled politely, asking for water glass from the butler as well. Aurélia took out a photo from her wallet, “He was actually at our wedding.” She slides the photo over to the queen, tapping on the photo to show where Ragnar and his wife were. “Does make his recent comments a bit strange honestly, he was at our wedding.”

“Well, he did state his support for Akuan Marriages.” She joked as she shook her head not expecting any of, well, this. She looked at the photo seeing Ragnar smiling brightly while his wife, well, less so. She pushed the picture back towards the pair. “Well with the Supreme Court reversing the ban, you might see him apologize for said comments.”

“I hope so, never imagine him saying those kinds of things.” Aurélia put the picture back into her wallet. Jeanne gave a soft laugh, “I remember when we were back in university in our home state. He was just visiting us given we just moved in together, we had this really hateful neighbor. Completely homophobic, Ragnar saw him yell some not-so-nice things to us and Spirits be kind. I thought we were going to have to call emergency services to save that prick. Seriously, I don’t think he would have held back if it wasn’t for me and Aurélia telling him to calm down.”

Wilhelmina could not help but be very surprised, like two different Ragnars are being talked about. Not wanting to comment about the violence which she wasn’t that comfortable about, she instead put her focus on the butler coming back to her with her cocktail drink. “Do you two want anything?” She asked kindly, looking at the two.

“I asked for water already.” Jeanne gave a nod, looking over at her wife. The young kemonomimi at the table said, “I have a Béver craft please.” Giving a smile towards the butler. The butler hand the water to Jeanne, and wrote down the beer for young kemonomimi. Jeanne spoke up with a dry tone, “He did talk to his brother Erik, to give my older brother Kjartan a job over in Osfjord.” She spoke with a disdain when she brought up Erik. Not to mention her brother being a damn capitalist.

The queen just nodded her head to that as she took a small sip from her drink. “Well your godfather seems to care quite a bit about you two then.” She said with a kind smile looking at Aurélia before shifting her attention towards the prime minister. “I hope I’m not prying too much by asking what the surgery was for? It’s understandable if you don’t want to tell, just haven’t heard anything about it on the news so I’m a bit surprised.”

Jeanne fickles with her tie, straightening it up. “Well… It’s umm…” Not quite sure if she should get that personal with the Queen of Federation. Her wife gave a soft pat on her back, speaking up for her. “We’re working on having a child, part of the process we decided was for reciprocal IVF. Part of that process is to, umm. Collect the eggs.” Aurélia felt like she said too much, even by Akuanist standards. “Sorry if that was too much in detail.” She confessed fearing the worst. Jeanne kept silent, not sure what to really say and not looking like her public image at all. She still looked angry, such is the fate of Duval syndrome but still felt quite small.

“Oh I’m so happy for the two of you!” Wilhelmina said loudly with the brightest smile clapping her hands together as she heard the news. “Motherhood is such a wonderful thing to experience, so if you two have any questions you are wondering about it I’m willing to deliver it!” She was not at all faced by the detail of what was said, instead was just very visibly happy for the two of them.

Aurélia gave a sigh of relief that she didn’t go overboard with details but it’s just been bottling up inside of her for so long! She raises her clap, speaking loudly and clearly “Ayay!” Jeanne, raised from birth as an Akuanist could not resist the allure of the call, giving a clap of her own giving a “Ayay!” Herself.

“Ayay!” Wilhelmina said in unison as she clapped her hands together again. She couldn’t help but always be brightened up at the news of motherhood. She just wished one of daughters would give her grandkids one of these days…

“This reminds me of when the kids were younger…” Olav said behind Wilhelmina with an almost tired look remembering all those ‘ayays’ from the line of children in the palace. Or when the kids surrounded his desk yelling ayay when he was doing paperwork. “Can I ask what is the occasion that got such a joyful reaction?”

Aurélia turned to his royal majesty, beaming with that sort of energy only an Akuanist discovering a sale on vodka could bring. “I was just informing your wife about the reason for my wife’s surgery.” Jeanne scratched her wife’s head, “My apologies for Aurélia she is a bit overjoyed about it finally happening to us.”

“My offer will always be there. I have a lot of experience.” Wilhelmina said in a prideful tone as she took a sip from her glass. Sure there is pain with pregnancy but happiness it brought her always made her want more, if it wasn’t for her husband getting tired she’d likely double the amount.

Aurélia gave a proud tone of voice, “We plan on taking your own number.” Jeanne was quick to respond, “No we do not, this experience was horrid.”

Olav was never told the reason behind the surgery but with the way they spoke made it rather easy to connect the dots. The king sat down next to Wilhelmina and placed his arm around her shoulder, holding her close and praying to gods the queen did not take it as a challenge. She couldn’t even have more kids. “Well If you ever need more free time then I understand and I think the people would too.” Olav said in a supportive but professional tone as he looked at Jeanne.

She gave a warm nod, “Thank you for your kind words, and if my wife didn’t threaten me to take it slow for a while I would take you up on that.” She joked, much to her wife’s annoyance. “I’m not planning on getting into any more wars with South Hills or nations honestly. If that comforts you as well.”

“Must say state visits to South Hills have been awkward ever since.” The king joked shaking his head, though there was partial truth in the statement. He ordered a cocktail from the butler who came back with the beer that Aurélia had ordered. Though same time the queen ordered another cocktail as she finished up her glass. Olav gave her a curious glance.

“It’s my birthday, hush.” She rolled her eyes taking a sip from her glass.

Aurélia struggled to open her beer’s lid, just offering to Jeanne who pulled the top off her hands. Handing it back to her. Jeanne gave a look at Olav, “Speaking of awkwardness, let us talk about Prince Johan.”

Olav let out a deep sigh before taking a major sip from his glass. “There is a lot to discuss…” He said in a tired tone. He might order another glass himself with this topic…

Princess Joan could not help but let out a sigh watching her brother keep pulling on his tie or constantly ensuring his white mask was positioned correctly. She could clearly see him acting overly nervous. Not that she didn’t understand why. She was lucky with the twin she fell in love with, at least in comparison. She readjusted her dark blue mask which contrasted heavily to the white hair see inherited from her mother. “Please act normally, I told them to meet us here.” She said in an extrapolated tone. She, like her brother, has decided to wear the colors which complimented their partner’s outfit. With her wearing black almost gothic designed dress but with slight dark blue highlights on her skirt.

“I always act normal.” Johan said clearing his throat trying to act like he wasn’t having a slight mental panic earlier. He almost looked blinding in the suit he was wearing. With light skin, white hair and a very white suit to match. With the suit’s only contrasting colors being a light blue tight and golden buttons keeping it together. With a mask he got from Marie also being white with golden lines on it. Joan felt like she needed sunglasses looking at him.

“First, no you don’t and second you really need some more color on you.” She said in a joking tone. “If vampires are real they just need to look at you to burn, no need for a sun.”

“Oh ha ha.” The prince said, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. “I for one think Marie would like this look on me.”

“She better you stole from her wardrobe.” She gave her twin brother a teasing grin.

“You are the worst.” He let out a sigh shaking his head.

“Look I am just surprised someone got you out of that emo phase, okay?” Joan kept smirking despite the fierce glare she got from her brother. “Oh they’re coming over here! Stand up straight.” She gave her brother a nudge with her elbow to get him to stand straight, which he already was but it was fun annoying him.

Few moments away from the Norgsveltian twins, the Frida twins are acting as they always have.

“How about in writing?” Violette teased her sister, trying to avoid her perfectly natural urge to elbow her twin in the stomach.

“Was my word not good enough?” Marie-Noëlle gave an annoyed look at her sister. “I said it was okay with you too.”

“Yes but I want something framed and hung in my office.” The raven-haired woman teased, “Can you at least say it in front of my girlfriend?”

Marie-Noëlle gave a dirty look to her twin, “Can you not call her that?”



“Is partner okay then for your sensitive spirit?” Violette straight her tie as they draw near to them.

“I’m not the one with the weak spirit. You’re dating a woman, and yes it is fine.” Marie-Noëlle checked her sister’s mask one last time as they two reached the Norgsveltians. Marie was getting ready to speak until Violette spoke up first.

“Hello my homosexual and loving partner, it is so great to see you again.” Violette gave a warm smile towards Joan. Reaching out for the princess’ hand.

Joan giggled at that as she gave her hand to her girlfriend smiling warmly at her as well. “It is great to see you as well, my very homosexual and beautiful partner.” She joked knowing why the raven haired princess was going this. The interaction caused the prince to shake his head in amusement.

“Why must you ruin everything I offer you?” Marie-Noëlle sneered at Violette, she was still happy for her but did wish she would just keep it in the closet. They’re in public for Allmother’s sake, there are children around here. “Édouard is somewhere around here, what if he heard you?”

“Oh no, our little brother saw their sister being gay, how completely dreadful.” Violette gave a sarcastic tone. “Besides, I heard from dad that he’s currently in trouble after stealing some macarons with Princess Ny’Kandenor.”

“He doesn’t even speak Norgsveltian. How did they manage to get in trouble with that?” Marie was more impressed that their little brother could not only get in trouble before the event started but did so with a princess who he didn’t share a language with.

“Well neither do we but we still get in all sorts of trouble.” Violette joked.

The prince was about to question how likely Ny’Kandernor to be getting in trouble, but seeing his older sister Alexandra in the distance pulling their little sister by the ear settled his thoughts on the matter. Instead he let out a sigh and shook his head at the topic. He gently took hold of Marie’s hand giving the heiress a charming smile. “I hope you did not worry too much while I was away?” He spoke in a sweet tone as he gave her hand a kiss. Joan could not help but roll her eyes a little bit on the interaction.

“Oh how your words soothe my quivering heart.” She allowed him to kiss her hand, after finally being masked. “I must say, this is a rather strange place we’re in.” She gave him a warm smile, something Violette picked up and even got her to smile warmly. She leans over to give him a kiss on the cheek, and leaning over to give him a hug. While it looked like a hug but she was actually fixing his mask and didn’t want everyone to see that his mask wasn’t properly tied on which was one it kept moving around.

Violette looked at them and then back at Joan, “Oh my gay, lesbian and homosexual partner of the same gender. How I shaked at night missing you at my side.” She gave a joking tone, giving a flirtatious wink as she kissed Joan deeply. Partly to upset Marie even more and mostly because she did actually miss her girlfriend.

The Norgsveltian Princess was surprised for a moment as the raven haired girlfriend kissed her but was quick to welcome it as she placed her arms around her girlfriend’s shoulders. Kissing back passionately as she closed her eyes to enjoy it.

Johan gave out an awkward chuckle as he glanced at the two before looking at Marie. “How about we let them have their private moment so we can have our own?” He said keeping his charming but bit more awkward smile.

Marie looked at them with a small angry look, then looked back at Johan and not to be outdone by her queer sister. She kissed Johan aggressively, wrapping her arms around him. The prince’s eyes widened as she kissed him, being in much shock out how aggressive his otherwise very traditional girlfriend was. Even when she pulled away he still kept the surprised look on his face.

As Marie and Johan pulled away from them, Violette gave a small look over her shoulder towards the two leaving. “Knew that would piss her off, now lets see what kind of fun trouble we can get up to~” She gave a teasing tone of voice.

Joan was still breathing in and out the kiss having taken her by surprise, with her cheeks being a light shade of red. “You know you should be more careful, there are other people around.” She said, slightly embarrassed. “As such we should be a little bit careful.”

She gave a defeated sigh, “I suppose you’re right, but I guess that just means we should find a bedroom for us then~” Giving her a wink, “We can keep it short, then be right out and into the party.”

The white haired princess rolled eyes but giggled nonetheless. “Just make it quick, you look too good in that suit and I refuse to ruin it.” She teased giving Violette a kiss on the cheek as she pulled her by the hand up the stairs to her bedroom.

“Quick? Well it will be first then.” Violette gave a devilish grin, looking anywhere but Joan’s head.

“Hush.” Joan blushed deeply at the comment as she quickly closed the door behind her when they entered her bedroom.

Johan was still blushing deeply as Marie pulled him away to a more secluded area of the party, putting his fingers on his lips being still a bit in shock from the kiss. “T-That was something else.” He said, letting out an awkward laugh.

She pulled him close to her, secluded away in a garden and sitting on a bench. Wrapping her arm around him in a protective manner. “I might have been a tad aggressive, for that I must apologize.”

He looked down at her shaking his head, a warm smile was on his lips. “Don’t worry about it. I liked it.” He said giving her a kiss on the forehead as he placed his arms around her waist, hugging her back. “You look absolutely beautiful, and any man would be lucky to have you kiss them.”

Her face was flushed with red, looking away. Then back at him, “You look handsome in that suit, be careful when you are eating.” She rubs his back, giving a kiss to his cheek. “You make my heart swell with joy with you at my side Johan, truly a newly discovered wonder for myself.”

“Darling I learned table manners since I was like three. I am quite certain I can avoid getting stain marks.” Johan could not help but roll his eyes at the earlier comment. Yet he smiled warmly at her. “Hopefully I did not make you too lonely when I was away.”

“My apologies, I just want to… Protect you I believe is the best word I can describe for my feelings.” She gives him another kiss on the cheek, then takes his head to rest on her shoulder. “I fear I might have been a tad bit melancholic without you but I understand duties must come first.”

He let out a small chuckle as he started to purr against her. “Might be good to just cuddle for a little moment, just you and I.” He said in a warm tone. “You can be here protecting me from any potential dangers.” He teased her by giving the princess a small poke against her cheek.

She took in his pur, feeling comfort in it. Unexpectedly she started to purr back on him. “I will keep you safe, my little prince.” While she kept an arm around him, she kept her other hand on her rapier’s hilt.

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Jeanne tried to open up with a joke, “At least it is not as bad as Matriarch Ingrid.” She takes a sip of her water, looking at the Norgsveltian monarch. Aurélia Pierre gave a soft chuckle at her wife’s joke.

The king let out a tired sigh, shaking his head. “I guess one does have to look at the benefits.” He said still in a tired tone

“I mean our marriage was based on breaking some norms even if it caused instability.” Wilhelmina said, rubbing the king’s back.

“Sweetie, our son is dating a reactionary.” Olav said, looking at his wife with loving but tired eyes.

“Don’t leave out your daughter dating conservative.” Jeanne added in, “Not a Norgsveltian styled one to be clear.” Almost forgetting that Olav himself was rather conservative. “A so-called progressive one, but still rather right-winged about it.”

Aurélia gave a small smile, “Could be worse, they both could be dating a reactionary.” She attempted to lighten the mood up a bit.

“And people change after all, before we know it our children might make them into liberals.” Wilhelmina said in a joking tone joining her fellow kemonomimi in trying to lighten up the mood.

“Very doubtful.” Olav said, taking a sip from his cocktail. He gave Jeanne a serious look before continuing. “How damaging is this for the Federation?”

“It is almost certain now the Hjørdist head is going to hand the role of High-Gothir to Frida dynasty after she passes now. Though the worst aspect is, the right-wing elements, Frida-monarchist movements and so-forth will be treating this a sign to go into action. Not violent, at least at first but they will start some politicking at the petite-national level.” Jeanne shook her head, “Given it would be a bad look for both of us having your children be placed under Frida restrictions. However, I would like to request that your children’s travel be limited to only within the Crown Realm, same as the new restrictions for the Frida twins.”

Wilhelmina could not help but fidget a little bit in her seat on that. “That seems a bit hars-”

“Understood and agreed, I will be lowering their royal responsibilities as well. I will not interfere in their relationships but the tension their relationships will cause will have consequences.” Olav said in a clear voice interrupting his wife. He had after all had plans to limit Ingrid’s involvement in royal affairs after scandals involving her harsh treatment of political opponents in Nystatiszna. He has to start reigning in his children one way or another.

Jeanne nodded, “Another issue, due to their new found closeness to them. The Federation requires them to be issued new phones, one that can be safely observed, monitored and tracked. In addition to several other new security requirements placed on them.”

Her wife Aurélia spoke up, “That seems a bit… ex-” She stopped herself from speaking after Jeanne gave a strong look at her wife.

“So you planning on spying on my children?” The Queen spoke up in a more annoyed tone as she crossed her arms. Causing her husband to let out a sigh.

“Will it be possible for those things to be led by the NCIS instead?” Olav asked, raising an eyebrow at Jeanne. “The information will still be given to the LFIS but I think it helps limit the suspicion that the information given through said monitoring won’t be abused.”

“No. LFIS has the necessary experience dealing with the Frida dynasty and their methods of communication. Having NCIS monitor them instead, opens up to the possibility of having accusations of Norgsveltian meddling in internal Federation issues, and that would only give more credit to certain members of society.” Jeanne simply ignored the queen, she liked her but this was a serious situation. “Not to mention Princess Marie has had run-ins with the LFIS before for breaking the terms and, if I hope you don’t take this the wrong way. Do you believe you have the heart to spy on your own children?”

“We already have NCIS do that.” Wilhelmina said, taking a sip of her own cocktail, not liking where the Federal Prime Minister was taking this. “Just ask Jørgen.”

The other kemonomimi at the table, Aurélia, gave a small chuckle. “Jeanne gets those reports, and complains about how much unnecessary detail is in it.”

“I have told the agents to keep to the important matters.” Olav said with a sigh before getting back on topic at hand. “I will then need you to give the same reports to me about this matter, you will need my approval.”

The queen gave her husband a bit of a shocked look agreeing on another agency to spy on their dear children. They already agreed on placing restrictions isn’t this going too far?

“Consider it so then.” Jeanne made a note of it. “I’m assuming they are going to be living in the Federation after the wedding? LFIS has picked out several houses fitting for their status while being close for observation.”

Aurélia tried to soften the blow for the Queen, “I saw the manors they picked out, they’re quite nice. They would be neighbors but at least they get a lakeside view.”

The Queen just let out a sigh, giving at least a soft smile towards Aurélia who she sees is at least attempting to make it better for her.

“With what I know of Marie, Johan will have little choice but to stay in the Federation for most of his time. His duty as Grand Prince of Haakondal is practically over.” Olav said, shaking his head, he knew that Johan wasn’t the only one guilty of dating a member of the Frida Dynasty. But he did pick the worst one so at the moment he will get most of the restrictions and trouble. “Princess Joan though in limited capacity will continue in her duties as High Jarlynja of Eyjaria, so expect her to move around bit more even if she will be staying more often in the Federation. Luckily the geographical distance between Eyjaria and Federation is close enough without that having major issues. There is Norgsveltian concerns about my daughter’s relationship with Princess Violette but that is a matter that will be talked between me and Mr. Kirkeland.”

“I would question keeping her role as High Jarlynja at all, but I will trust your judgment in this.” Jeanne didn’t want either one of them to keep any roles that might tie them to other countries. Frida dynasty and their ilk are like an infectious plague, sinking into everywhere they touch with their damn sob story and crocodile tears.

“It will be only until I find a suitable replacement. She garnered quite a popularity in Eyjaria so I want that role to be replaced with someone that is deserving.” Olav took a sip from his cocktail, he knew that Jeanne didn’t like either relationship. But while he could find a suitable replacement for Haakondal without too much struggle, Eyjaria is far harder being an important Crown Realm nation and ally, it has to be picked with much more care.

Jeanne gave an accepting nod, taking another sip of her water. “The Arch-Gothir is getting quite old, she’s 61. She refused treatments, which normally wouldn’t be bad and her picked successor wouldn’t have been perfect but would have been better given the current situation. According to reports I received, she will undoubtedly pick either Violette or Marie as her successor in her stead.” Jeanne sipped her water finishing the glass, “I think it would be wise to expect some religious issues raised in your faith. Not to mention within the Federation proper.”

“If she picks Violette, at least it won’t be as dramatically bad.” Aurélia gives a soft tone, trying to at least look on the brightside in this rather dreadfully pessimistic conversation.

“Then I will deal with it as time comes, while It is not my place to meddle I do have more faith in Violette then Marie.” He said placing his hand up to make clear he wasn’t fully done yet as such to ensure Jeanne couldn’t interrupt him. “I’m sure it will be disrupting no matter what, but knowing my children. Joan will have far easier time calming any type of rhetoric from Violette then Johan will have in calming the likely much more aggressive rhetoric from Marie.”

“I will make the necessary… discussion with the Arch-Gothir.” Jeanne gave a strong look towards Olav. It is not the first time the Federation interfered with an Arch-Gothir succession, and chances are, it will not be the last one either.

A small cough came from the queen who kept a small smile on her lips. “If… that is settled, might it be good to talk about the tour? My husband did mention it as a way to help dealing with these issues.” She tried sounding hopeful, wanting to avoid talking about this rather pessimistic topic.

“Please.” Aurélia said in a cheerful, but sad sounding voice. “One of the first stops is actually going to be in the theocratic republic of Shalune, they’re not any of the major religions within the Federation and quite small. However they make really nice moon pies, but they are um. Nocturnal as a culture over there so, be prepared for that.” She gives a warm smile towards Wilhelmina.

“Oh that would be lovely! I’ve never heard about them before, so that sounds exciting.” The queen smiled warmly at that looking towards Aurélia with an excited look. “Nocturnal? Shall we expect to wear clothing from that one fashion trend. What was it called… Goth! Goth fashion, I remember it so well, was a big thing when I was young during the counterculture protests.”

“Oh! Me and Jeanne dressed up as goths for a full year, during uhh when was it?” Aurélia looked excited at her wife, who looked to be in a cringing pain. “We did it during the last two years of university, because…” Jeanne was cut off by her wife, “Because you were really into the one goth band! Ayay!” Aurélia clapped her hands, “Midnight Mother! That’s the one.” Aurélia gave a small cheer, giving another ayay.

“Ayay!” Wilhelmina said, clapping her hands together while smiling brightly. “Me and my friends dressed up as Goths as well! We weren’t too involved in the counterculture movement but we enjoyed the fashion!” Her attitude from earlier had completely shifted with this topic turning towards Olav excitedly. “Oh we should totally dress up like that when we visit Shalune! We could even do it on Helsday!”

“No. Absolutely not.” He said, crossing his arms.

“Why not, I’m sure people in Shalune would like it!” Wilhelmina said, still smiling even though she tilted her head at Olav.

He gave a serious look towards Jeanne. “Please tell me that they expect us to wear traditional and cultural clothing.” His voice being more serious, really not wanting his wife to not follow up on her idea.

“Well… Your majesty…” Jeanne didn’t have the heart to say it, meanwhile her Akuanist wife was bubbling with excitement.

“Oh, you don’t know what they wear, do you~” She gave a smirking tease. “Let’s just say the goth movement got some inspiration in their clothing from the Federation.” The kemonomimi gave a smirk towards the Queen.

“Ayay~” Wilhelmina said with her own smirk as she looked up at her husband.

“I’m getting another cocktail.” Olav said, shaking his head as he stood up, letting out a deep sigh. “You three can talk about… what outfit we should prepare to wear.”

“Gladly, and get one for me as well!” Wilhelmina said, finishing her own cocktail before looking back at Aurélia already taking out her phone to show off the goth clothing she used to wear.

Aurélia took out her own phone to show off some of the goth clothing she and Jeanne wore. Going straight to her favorite photo folder, handing it to Wilhelmina and taking the Queen’s phone in response to look through. Jeanne only looked tired, looking up at Olav in a desperate glance, begging for pity. One of the first photos of the favorites photos was a certain Hel’s Day costume that Johanna Sverdrup and her Jeanne wore.

“Ohh~ That’s certainly interesting outfits you two chose to wear~” Wilhelmina teased looking at Jeanne with the king to far away to help her.

Jeanne gave a confused look, leaning over to see what Wilhelmina was looking at only to stare back at Aurélia blushing. “You said you deleted that photo.”

“Well, I deleted a photo from that night.” Aurélia gave a smile, embarrassed for Jeanne, “Uh, can you keep swiping and don’t look at any of the Hel’s Day costumes, your majesty.”

Thaddée Frida, the father of Marie and Violette as well as loving husband to Jarlnyja Albertine Frida. Was unescorted by his wife, who left to go speak with her brother and sister-in-law Queen Astrid XI of Kaldrbuth. He was supposed to go with her but frankly, he had a small hankering that his wife allowed him to slip away from. It was, of course, for one of the finest things in life, a damn hamburger. Thankfully Normand wasn’t one of the petite-nations that banned the sale of meat but it was still hard to get ahold of there, and always expensive. Even more so for some real, genuine beef. As such, he was outside of the castle, by a grill area. Something he didn’t think would be at such a high class event, but yet here it was with hamburgers being made by the staff. He carried a smile with him, approaching the wood burning grill.

“Ah, wood, somebody wants to show off.” He quietly muttered to himself.

“Your majesty, we already have chefs grilling, we do not need help.” Could be heard behind the Jarl-Consort with there being several servants mostly of kemonomimi origin standing in front of King Olav who looked annoyed at that.

“Look, I am very certain I can grill better.” He said, crossing his arms looking down at a kemonomimi maid.

The old man gave a soft cough. While he’s not supposed to be speaking to women without his wife or daughters around, or in general at all. There is an unspoken bond for all grillmasters that cannot be ignored.

“I think I heard Madam Pierre asking for you.” He still kept his eyes low, avoiding looking at the maid.

The maid’s eyes widened at that and just quickly nodded her head as she walked back into the castle grounds not wanting to anger her prime minister. The other servants gave a confused look towards Thaddée, while trying to stand in between the king and the grill area.

Thaddée just kept walking forward, padding the king on the back to walk with him to the grilling area. Keeping a smirk on his face, “I heard a lot about you from your son and daughter, your majesty.”

Olav followed his new friend walking past the servants who in the background told him to go back. “Since I have not stopped being asked about them I will have to assume you’re talking about Johan and Joan.” He said with a small chuckle while shaking his head. “Thaddée Frida I must assume, I don’t think we ever got introduced. I’ve only spoken with your wife before.”

He gave a small chuckle, “Well, we never met in a formal setting so my wife couldn’t ever introduce me. Which reminds me, don’t tell my wife or daughters that I spoke to that maid.” He said with a far more serious tone, looking up at him. “I’m probably going to get in trouble already speaking with you without her by my side.”

“I won’t as long as you don’t tell mine that I sneaked off to get some hamburgers.” The king said, having a small smirk on his face as the servants around them stopped trying to get in the way. Clearly not viewing it as worth their paycheck to deal with their antics. “Thank you by the way. I’m not one who is picky about food but sometimes you just need a good hamburger.”

“By the nine realms you are right on that.” He gives a sniff to the air, “They’re cooking with wood as well, mesquite. Best one for grilling red meat.” He gives a smile. “I shan’t not tell your wife about the hamburgers but we have a real important question to answer first.”

“Reminds me when I was grilling in Vakrestrender made some darn good burgers. Though my wife likes fish, so I also grilled that.” Olav said grinning from ear to ear excited to talk with someone also interested in grilling. “Ask away, better make it quick before we have to go back inside again.”

“Who is grilling?” He looked up at Olav, giving a smirk. “Though, that talk of Vakrestrender. I think my youngest son loves their cartoons.”

The king patted Thaddée’s shoulder, giving him a warm laughter. “Well since you helped me out, you can be the one to do the grilling. If you think you are good at it, of course?” He gave a teasing smirk as the two walked up to a grill which was not being used. “Hopefully your family is not as obsessed about those cartoons as mine has, Jørgen even made my wife start watching some of it.”

“I am the finest grillmaster you will ever meet.” He gave a warm chuckle, walking over towards the free grill. Setting it up properly, getting the fire just perfect. “Édouard, um my youngest son, is getting really into that sort of thing. No idea why honestly, I started watching that um… I can’t remember the name of it but that cartoon based off of the Sisters’ Conspiracy and that other show based on you and your wife.”

Olav let out a pained sigh hearing that, shaking his head. “My wife for some reason loves that anime, it’s called; This Commoner Cannot Be This Cute. It is impossible to visit Vakrestrender without hordes of fans about it greeting us.” The king sat down on a chair next to the Jarl-Consort. “I think most my kids love the media coming from Vakrestrender, especially my son Johan.”

He gave a hardy laugh, placing spices on the patties. “Ah, glad I’m not the only one suffering from that show. My youngest, Allmother, protected his heart but he was said he was going to marry a commoner just like in the anime right. Now if he just said that to me, it wouldn’t be a problem but the issue was he said it in front of both Violette and Marie which took a rather ol’ fashion view of those kinds of things.” He shakes his head, “Despite well eh, their father being of the same stock.” He flips one of the paddies over, letting it sizzle.

“Violette as well? I’ve heard Marie being very ol’ fashioned from, well, a bit different sources. But I am surprised to hear Violette having such a view.” Olav said, raising an eyebrow at the grill chef. “Just tell him to not take… too much inspiration from the show, it certainly ain’t exactly perfect representative of reality.”

“Oui, Violette as well, she’s just more progressive than her. Progressive Hjørdist, member of the faith and all that.” He flips the second burger over, “Listen I don’t want him to take too much inspiration, however, he did actually sign up for swimming courses because of that anime. Gotta take the good with the bad I suppose.”

The king could not help but chuckle a bit in disbelief. “Gotta say, they make the Ulvriktru Democrats look like socialists in values with what i’ve heard about it all.” He said a small smile on his lips before continuing on. “As long as your son keeps his head on his shoulders I think it will go well… Though I have to ask, did you watch the show?” He raised an eyebrow at the chef.

Flipping the burger again, adding a little more sauce to its paddies. Keeping a smile on his lips, “Well, it makes him happy when I watch with him. My wife even sat in on an episode, though she didn’t quite enjoy it but did like the message.”

“Well… I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised.” Olav said, letting out another sigh. “My wife forced me to watch the entire thing with her, even dragged me out of my office to spend a night watching a few episodes.”

He bursts out laughing, clutching his stomach. “Forgive my laughter, but if I tried that with my wife, she would have thrown me into the ocean.” He gives him a warm smile, placing the finishing touches on the meat. “She loves doing that anytime I mess with her, just pick me up and toss me into the nearest body of water.”

The king chuckled at that, a low one as he looked a bit away into the distance. “Yeah, I used to do that towards a good friend of mine.” He said in an almost distant tone before standing up from his chair to look over at the grill. “Soon finished mister grillmaster?” He had a smirk on his face.

He flips the burgers perfectly onto awaiting plates, right on top of the buns. Impressing himself. He turns around after turning the grill off, stopping the heat. “Indeed it is your royal highness majesty-san.” He gives a smirk, not having a single clue what san means but uses it anyway.

“Oh wipe that smirk off your damn face.” Olav said, rolling his eyes as he grabbed his plate, though despite his words a quick chuckle followed as the two found a table to sit down at.

The male pair’s moment was broken by a small cough. As both Olav and Thaddée turned around to see who it was, only to look up at two kemonomimi women with stern looks towards them. One being more sterner than the other. Olav let out a sigh as he stood up from his chair, having finished his burger already. “We were only gone for a small moment.”

Look of fear brushed over Thaddée’s face, he quickly stood up pushing in his and Olav’s chair. Quickly moving over towards his wife’s side, head held low as to not look towards Wilhelmina. His stoic wife briefly whispered something into his ear. “Our apologies for the lack of formality with your greeting Fylkir.”

Wilhelmina crossed her arms as she raised an eyebrow at Olav. “Well, I think we should correct that, don’t we?” Earning a nod from her husband.

“Quite. It’s a pleasure to meet you, your majesty. Your husband has kept me company, a man who is certainly fitting for the Frida House.” The king said, giving a respectful bow towards the Jarlynja.

“It is an honor to meet the Fylkir-King.” She and her husband gave a respectful bow. “I am Jarlynja Albertine Frida, Jarlynja of Normand, head of house Frida, protector of the branch of Yggdrasill, guardian of the spear of Hel and second council to the Arch-Gothir Hjørdist Branch. Mother of Princess Marie-Noëlle, Princess Violette, Princess René, Prince Jérémie, Princess Rébecca, Prince Eugénie, Princess Peggy, Prince Léonard and my youngest Prince Édouard. Five daughters, four sons, one pair of twins being the first spoken. This is my husband Thaddée Frida, Jarl-consort to Normand, and grillmaster.” She gave a small smile towards her husband at that. Being able to say all of that without having to take a breath.

“Well I guess grillmaster is a title I’d like to have as well.” Olav joked with a small smile on his lips before he gave another respectful bow. “I am King Olav I of Norgsveldet, patriarch of House Ymirdval. Fylkir of Ulvriktru, King of Tangrland, King of the Federation of the Southern Coast of Lapérouse, Co-King of Briaklandr-Maankijkeland, King of the Vakrestrender Isles, King of Eyjaria, Grand Duke of Dvalheim, Duke of Haakondal, Einherjar of Osfjord, Royal Guardian of Akuanists within the Crown Realm.” The king had to take in a breath before he continued on. “And High Chevalier of the Knights of the Sun.” He kept his smile even if he started to curse his long titles. Giving a gesture towards Wilhelmina to introduce herself.

The Queen internally sighed but bowed her head respectfully towards Thaddée and Albertine. “I am Wilhelmina Ny’Hegna Ymirdval. Queen-Consort of Norgsveldet, Queen-Consort of Tangrland, Queen-Consort of the Federation of the Southern Coast of Lapérouse, Queen-Consort of Briaklandr-Maankijkeland, Queen-Consort of the Vakrestrender Isles, Queen-Consort of Eyjaria, Grand Duchess-Consort of Dvalheim, Duchess-Consort of Haakondal.” She gave a smile towards the Frida pair as she continued on. At the very least not needing to take a breath. “Mother of Crown Princess Ingrid, Princess Alexandra, Princess Joan, Prince Johan, Princess Amanda, Prince Henrik, Princess Eva, Princess Ny’Tencømo, Princess Ny’Kandenor. Seven daughters and two sons.”

“Seven daughters? I suppose you could organize a shieldband.” She gives a small smirk, before returning to her stoic posturing. Her husband gave a knowing look towards Olav. “If you wished to spare a title, might I suggest Lapérouse? You have my word we will not invade Alva once more.” It mostly sounded like a joke coming out of the stoic woman’s mouth but it could be easily read as otherwise.

“My children have done an amazing job at irritating Miss Pierre, I rather try to avoid doing so myself.” Olav might be chuckling but one that has so little energy that it was clear it was something he really wanted to avoid dealing with.

Wilhelmina let out a small sweet chuckle at the shieldband joke. “Well I have tried convincing my husband in the past about evening the gender distribution.” She gave her husband a teasing smile only to earn a sigh from him.

“You’d think it would be the mother who’d get tired after the ninth child, not the father…” The king muttered to himself.

The husband gave a small laugh at the king’s comment. His wife even allowed him to speak, given the light hearted nature of the party. “I understand your pain.”

His wife rolling her eyes, briefly looking over towards the nearby water but shakes her head. “I suppose my children are to be blamed as well, both of my eldests informed me that they filed the proper paperwork and discussed the matter of your children getting the mask with you.” She shakes her head, “I excepted such insolence from Violette but not Marie.”

“Violette and Joan at the very least had been together for a long while before the masks were brought up. Marie was rather… quick to give my son one. Not made better with my son’s previous lack of cultural knowledge about the masks.” Olav said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “No matter, I hope the Federal Prime Minister has spoken to you about what will be happening from now on?”

“Indeed, she has… She was at least remarkably pleasant about it. Though it does pain me to see my eldests to be away from me, I suppose it is fitting for my twin birds to leave the nest. My husband is practically already crying about it.” She responded, her husband looking genuinely sad about his daughters moving out of the house. “As for the masking, I won’t lie to you… This is the longest any man has ever been with outside of family. Both romantic and platonic relationships. Not to mention, your son being the first partner she was with that appreciated her unique way with words. Though that is no excuse for her not giving proper context to him about the mask.”

Olav let out a sigh. "It’s a matter that cannot be unchanged, but one I nonetheless will have to judge my children’s actions on.” His voice was rather stern, not having the typical loving fatherly tone he had become known for. “With my son becoming Marie’s promisees he will have to immediately prepare to end his duties as Haakondal’s Grand Prince, no longer the duty of a Royal Protector. Same will happen to my daughter’s duty as High Jarlynja of Eyjaria, though I will be needing time to find a new Royal Protector for Eyjaria.”

Wilhelmina let out a sigh, feeling genuinely annoyed that their children were practically being punished for this. Though she kept a warm smile as she spoke. “I understand the pain of them leaving the house, I myself cried when many of my children left for their duties as Royal Protectors.”

Thaddée wanted to give a sympathetic look towards Wilhelmina but of course, he is not allowed too. He felt his wife hand on his shoulder, “You have our sympathies, more-so my husband. Our children had to give up several of their own titles, though they will still inherit the throne but their duties have been stripped until I pass on and Marie inherits the throne. I haven’t broken the news to Marie that she is no longer the champion-duelist, and Violette lost her privilege to host chess matches and standing as grandmaster in the Federation.” Albertine gave a sympathetic tone.

“It is unfortunate but one inevitable with how one shall operate within the Federation.” Olav said bowing his head respectfully.

“I certainly hope that in the eyes of our children, It was viewed as worth it.” Wilhelmina said in a warm tone, grabbing her husband’s hand. “Afterall, you made a risk of your own, I think ours at least just took after their father.” She looked up at Olav in a loving way. But the king’s face was one trying to be stoic, though the kiss he gave the Queen’s forehead showed that he at least understood that she was trying to give an optimistic view of it.

Thaddée broke the brief silence, looking towards Olav for words meant for his wife. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Marie so happy before, Violette either. Marie is positively bouncing with joy when he is around her, and mopping when he isn’t. Violette spends more time writing letters to Joan than she ever wrote in her classes. That much I am certain.” He held a bright smile, “Plus, at least this way, my wife and I can finally go see Osfjord. Not to mention finally being allowed to have cellphones.”

The king gave a respectful bow towards Thaddée, having a small smile as he spoke. “If you ever need a tour around the capital, it is just to ask us.” He said in a small joking tone.

“Well I think it will be more me. I have spent most of my childhood in the Akuan District, so I know what stuff would be good to show.” Wilhelmina said in a small teasing tone earning herself a small playful shove by the king letting out a small giggle from it.

Jarlyna gave a small but respectful laugh, “We would take you up on that, but we made arrangements with my brother and his wife. Apparently wanting to take us to some place of sorts called.” She looks towards her husband, “Hakonffee.” He gave a smile towards her, “Yes, Hakonffee, never heard of it. Is it any good?”

Before the king could even speak the queen was quicker to do so. “It was one of my favorite cafes to go to when I was young. For my taste buds they serve one of the best coffees in the world.” Wilhelmina’s tail even swayed as she talked about it, being excited about the topic. Earning a chuckle from the king.

“Ah, I’m afraid myself and my husband used to not be allowed to go out that much. So I will trust your word on that, though my dearest always claims he’s the best at making coffee.” She says with a glint in her eye, “Then again, he always claims to be the best at cooking.” Her husband only giving a simple statement, “I am the finest chef.”

Before they could continue their conversation, a short tiefling came rushing towards them. “Forgive me your majesties, your children… They have stolen the Queen’s birthday cake.”

A gentle knock arrived at the door, with the pattern that the prince and princess could easily remember but before they could even have a chance to greet their brother. Both of their partners spoke up rapidly, “Who is it?” Competing who can say it first which ending up with a tie as they said it in perfect sync.

“The one and only, of course.” A familiar voice came from the other end of the door. “I need to speak with the two Joan and Johan.” The voice gave a warm tone, filled with annoying levels of happiness.

Marie spoke up, “That’s rather, vague.” She shook her head, getting up from couch to open the door to see the Elven Jarl of Vakrestrender, dressed as any Bjørn would for a event with overly expensive fabrics and one of a kind designs.

Jørgen gave a warm look down at Marie, giving a half-body bow towards her. “Evening madam Princess Marie-Noëlle of house Frida, mind I have a small word with your promisees? As to your promisees too madam Princess Violette of house Frida.” Jørgen eloquence and formality ever been shown. Even his Valkyr accent wasn’t on display, having spoken perfect Frakanic for the two.

The two Frida twins briefly looked at each other, then Violette spoke up. “It would be an honor Jarl Bjørn, let us be out of your way.” Much to Marie’s concern, as her twin sister pushed her passed the ever-so famous jarl. Jørgen stepped into the room, closing the door behind him and clapping his hands together looking at the two idiots. “Are you two just going to sit there or give your big brother a hug?” He gave a cheeky grin, opening his arms wide out as he approached them.

Johan couldn’t help but roll his eyes but before he could say anything his sister pulled him out from his seat and dragged him with her towards Jørgen’s hug. With the two hugging the taller elf, with Joan letting out a small giggle as they did so. As they stepped away from him the princess was the first one to speak, having a wide warm smile. “It’s been a moment! How have you been?” Having an utterly sweet warm smile.

He wrapped his arms around the two of them. “There you go, about time.” Jørgen gives a warm, brotherly tone. He moves his hands to scratch both their ears, “Been while now, have the both of you grown?” The elven man tilts his head, “No, I think only Joan actually grown a few.” He gives a cheeky smile.

“Oh shut up.” Johan said, crossing his arms looking up at him trying his best, but failing, to not purr at the scratches towards his ears.

Joan giggled giving a nudge at Johan’s side as she spoke up. “Knowing him he probably prefers not growing that tall so Marie is able to grab him easier.” She teased having a mischievous smile.

“I’m literally an head taller then you, fuck off.” The Prince said, shoving his sister.

Jørgen shakes his head, “Don’t swear Johan.” He gives a genuine disappointed look at the boy he helped raise personally. “It’s unbefitting for you.” His voice is stern, as stern as an Akuanist could be, or anyone of Jørgen… Reputation.

“Yeah Yeah.” The Prince said, rolling his eyes at the constant enforcement of proper Royal etiquette.

“Hey you’re the one who chose to establish a relationship with a very traditional princess, so might be wise to take the advice.” Joan continued her teasing attitude.

“Well… She likes my ‘roguish charms’~” Johan said tilting his head as he had a small smirk earning rolled eyes from his sister.

The ever-so fashionable Jørgen shook his head as he let go of the two of them. “Joan, you’re not the only one who dated someone ‘traditional’ now. Now let’s take a seat for a moment, I fear my legs are not what they used to be.” He gave a small chuckle, moving along with them to sit down at the couches. Himself sitting directly across from them. “Before we get into any of the silly ol’ serious talk, tell me about them.” He gave a warm smile, but his eyes spelt a serious look, particularly towards Johan, given his relationship with Marie.

The twins shared a look before sitting down on the couch across from the Jarl, the prince meeting the Jarl’s look with an almost defiant one as well. While Joan was becoming worried where the conversation was headed. “I love her. Her way of speaking is curious but I think it’s charming. She knows what she wants and she is ready to take it.” The prince said in full confidence, keeping a serious look before a small flush was seen on her cheeks. “I… I like her a lot, she captured my attention early and is direct… Which I like.”

The Valkyr Jarl gave a polite nod, ignoring the silly prince in his attempt to be defiant. "Interesting, if my words mean something to you, then know that I believe you.” His words sound ever-so kind cut deep towards Johan. He didn’t need harsh words or anger, simply his disappointment or simple words of ‘if my words mean anything’ could be just as deep for Johan regardless of his attempt to look strong. “And you Joan, could you be so kind as to describe your relationship? It has been quite some time that you two have been dating, no?”

The prince just nodded his head, and he couldn’t help but flinch at the comment. It hurt and he knew he fucked up, but he had been open about it at least. Even if part of him does regret saying it that early. With how big of a deal it has become.

The Princess on the other hand was a bit more nervous, scratching the back of her head as she spoke. “Well, yes. Me and Violette have been dating for over a year.” She said feeling a little bit guilty as she spoke but clapped her hands together to smile warmly. “She has been treating me very well! I think you’d like her and I think we could find a lot of stuff that we three could do together!” She tried her best finding a positive way of spinning this.

He gave a warm smile. “I’m glad to hear that, even more interesting to hear that it was truly a whole year.” He looked at her dead in the eyes, his light blue starting deeply into hers. “Of course, your two relationships are why I’m here of course but don’t worry I’m not here for some dreadful politics.” He gave a small chuckle.

“Oh well that’s good then!” Joan said happily being glad that she and her brother won’t be going through another series of talks about the ‘consequences of their actions’. With their father having personally sat down and had individual conversations about their actions. Though her brother just raised an eyebrow at the Jarl, feeling that something was up at the very least.

With a warm smile, genuine one in fact. “No, I’m here about something much more serious about how you hurt not only your mother but myself as well.” His smile, his famous smile, spirits his family’s famous smile that is written down into the DNA of his family to never drop the smile. “You two do not hide your relationship, not only from me, which I want to make clear does actually wound me but my pain is nowhere even close to your mothers. Joan, you didn’t even talk to your Wilhemina after you came out to Olav.” His expression was completely serious, his lips being completely flat and his tone shift. “Johan did, and while it did help her, is nowhere near enough. Joan, words cannot express how much you hurt Wilhelmina by keeping it a secret for a year. I know you both weren’t raised in Akuan customs, but you both certainly know enough about it to understand what you two did and the damage it caused.”

Johan let out a sigh knowing his gut instinct was right in this. “I’m sorry, I know it isn’t right but I felt I needed to confirm my relationship with Marie to know it was right before telling anyone.” He said bowing his head, his ears low.

The sister was however far more surprised, with her eyes widened. “I… Well, you know how Norgsveltian society is with the LBGTQ+ community. I-If I revealed it early it became a major part of political debate, t-that wouldn’t be fair to my family or Violette.” She said, gripping the edges of her dress skirt nervously.

“Joan, you don’t need to inform me of such issues. My name and my family name are used in such contexts. However, I didn’t mention that you should come out, and Wilhelmina isn’t like the majority of Norgsveldet. For love of the spirits she came from Nystatiszna, and you know what that entails.” He locks eyes with Joan, “What you both did to her, was… I don’t even know there are words in Norgsveltian language to express it, the level of hurt you put on her. So, please, I want you both to explain how she feels about this.” His words was laced with genuine upsetness at both of them.

“T-That’s not fair.” Joan said looking away, her ears fully low as she talked. “T-The more people who knew, the more likely it would be revealed. The more likely I couldn’t just spend time figuring out how my relationship with her would play out.” She said she felt ashamed, naturally. But she didn’t want the element of her own feelings on this just to be ignored. “I-I understand that she is hurt, but… I needed to figure it out on my own. My… feelings and attraction towards other women.”

The jarl reached over to hold Joan’s hand, resting his gloved hand on top of hers. “Joan, I know how hard it is, believe me. I wrote my fair share of responses to such letters, not to mention, who did you come to first about this?” He gave a warm tone, “However, we both know your parents wouldn’t tell a spirit about this without you doing so first. You dated her for a whole year, a year Joan. You only told Olav, when you became promisees and then you avoid talking with her about it.”

“I…” Joan kept quiet at that part, having to bite her lower lip to hold her comment back. “I’m sorry. Okay. Just… I needed time. You know very much how our dad acted on this, a-and you are often very busy and… Sorry.” Joan held her head down.

Jørgen gave a gentle squeeze. “I know how old man is, you probably heard him from across the world when he found out who my girlfriend was.” He gave a joking tone. He couldn’t quite argue with being so much, given everything in the world was going on and his attempts to help keep it going.

The twins let out a small chuckle at that. With Joan smiling a bit warmly from the small comfort. “I guess we all three have messed up a bit.” Johan said in a small apologetic voice.

“I’m sorry for not telling you.” Joan said looking up towards Jørgen.

“You don’t need to say sorry, I have already forgiven you but the both of you little rascals need to talk with Wilhelmina. There was no excuse for either of you hiding it from her. She is an Akuanist, and you both know this, you both were tutored and educated in Akuan customs.” His tone returned to the serious one, “I’m used to such things, but Wilhemina, spirits guide her spirit. Do you even understand what you’ve done to her? So soon after Ingrid? I already heard word about the new restrictions on the both of you now.” He gave a pained tone at that, “Now, I will try to talk with madam Pierre about it but for spirits wisdoms guide the both of you. You both struck her heart not once, but twice. Not even the old man can smooth things over with the restrictions.” His hand gripped tighter around Joan’s hand. “Spirits, have you ever considered how she feels? I’m quite well used to such things happening but she still calls her mother on weekends, now she has a hard time reaching Ingrid at the best of times, or even me… So I want the both of you, not only to just apologize to her, but for spirits sake to actually introduce your partners to her. I want you to tell everything single thing about them to her. I need you two to call her video chat with her regularly, at least three times a week at minimum, daily if you can manage it.” His tone kept with his own pain underlying it.

“I promise you, we will.” Johan said giving a more serious nod towards Jørgen. He might have butted heads with the Jarl due to the Prince’s wishes of being more independent and on his own. But he knows good advice when he sees one. “I’ll even ensure Marie has mom’s number memorized and call her on her own time.”

“I, I’ll do the same! I think Violette would love to talk with her!” Joan said, wanting her best to reassure her brother. It’s the least she can do keeping it hidden for so long.

The Valkyr royal leaned back, resting back into his sofa. Breathing a sigh of relief that Johan acted actually normal for once. Jørgen took a moment to soothe his own breath, he was quite hurt by people he considers his little siblings kept such a secret. However this is not about him, it is about Wilhelmina. He can deal with such things, he is used to it. Spirits know how much of a nightmare it was to calm down Olav and Wilhelmina or any number of other things he did to help the twin idiots. “Good, now that it’s finished, come here and give me a hug. I might end up on the urn soon enough after my talk with Pierre.” He gave a joking smile towards the two.

“If she does then I’ll demand dad send the NCIS after her.” Johan said, reaching out to take a sip from a glass of water. Though he meant to be jokingly there was a level of seriousness with the voice.

Joan was very quick to reach out to give a hug towards her big brother though kept a tight grip. “Do not make such jokes.” She said in an annoyed tone before pulling away.

The jarl reached over to grab Johan and dragged him into the hug. Giving them both a tight squeeze with his arms. Planting a kiss on both of their foreheads. “Love both of you, now if you escape me, I have two angry white hair women to soothe over and one of them already absolutely despises me.” He joked again, he let go of both of them. Standing back up, smoothing his outfit with his hand. “Now take your partners to meet your parents, it’s long overdue.” He starts walking towards the door, stopping as the prince begins to speak.

“Jørgen, I just want to say… Thank you.” Johan said, speaking up, letting out a small sigh. His voice was a bit more steady and serious. Having not gone through the same amount of criticism like his sister. “I know, I can be a bit difficult, and I’m sorry for not telling you earlier. But I’m glad that our big brother has our backs.” He gave a small smile towards Jørgen before sitting down acting his normal idiotic rebellious self.

“If not your big brother, then who else? No one else knows how to handle the royal emo’s makeup.” He gives him a cheeky smirk, stepping through the door to go deal with, at the best of times a difficult woman and at worst, well he is about to deal with it himself.

“Bastard.” Johan said, shaking his head letting out a quiet chuckle.

Jørgen, looking worse than before, approached his adoptive parents. Still maintaining that fantastic smile of his. Holding in his hand a series of papers, tucked under his arm. “Ah, there you two are!” He gave a gleeful tone, despite the tiredness trying to overtake him. “Now, I was thinking what I possibly could get you for your birthday that would beat everyone else out. So I, of course, got you three gifts.” Giving a brief look over the two’s outfits. “You’re wearing the first one, the second one is in Yuri’s pocket and I think the third one is here.” He gives a brief tap of his papers. “I think you might love it the most.” He gives a cheeky smirk, and most strangely, even his massive Ursine bodyguard portrayed something close to an emotion.

“If the third one is retirement papers I’ll not hold back on teasing you about your secretary.” Wilhelmina said, crossing her arms as she looked up at the much taller elf. Her husband let out a small chuckle having his arm around her waist.

“Like you weren’t going to tease him anyways.” Olav said in a joking tone as he shook his head. “Thank you again for the outfits, you certainly made her look dashing in that dress.” He gave his wife a kiss on the cheek.

“Oh I’ve noticed how much you love the dress sweetie~” She said in a teasing tone towards her husband, her hand playing with his tie as she leaned up against him.

“I hope it’s more than dashing, otherwise I need to have a word with my tailors.” Jørgen said with a small smile, fixing his tie. Giving a nod towards Yuri to step forward and hand over the second gift. “Now, I bet you have an awful lot of photos if you were given retirement papers but I don’t think you have any of these now.” He couldn’t help himself but sound incredibly smug about it.

Yuri, the massive Ursine reached into his suit jacket’s pocket. Taking out a photo album, containing every photo of Wilhelmina and Olav that was taken in Vakrestrender. “First photo too quite a bit of time to find and clean up given its age.” He gave a joking tone, but took a small step away from the Queen just in case she wanted to hurt him for the joke. The first photo was the first date they had in Vakrestrender, a double date with themselves and Jørgen’s oldest brother Øyvind and his wife.

While the queen did want to give the Jarl’s tie an harsh pull for that joke the immediate moment her eyes landed on the picture she couldn’t help but let out a small gasp. “Oh spirits! I remember that day so well…” She said as she thought back about it, smiling warmly as her fingers gently touched the picture for a small moment before looking up at the elf. Her mood was genuinely improved after having spent a good moment thinking about Joan’s and Johan’s secret relationship. It had felt like a massive betrayal, but looking at the picture all she could feel was just raw happiness. She was quick to wrap her arms around the elf’s waist, hugging him tightly. “Thank you so much.”

The king’s reaction was rather different, being a bit quiet in shock as he looked at the picture. His fingers grazed the picture, being completely silent as he did so. Not saying a word, just looking at the picture before turning to the next page. Of the time the four had spent on the Bjørn’s private yacht, with him of course being behind the grill. He remembered the four of them singing Concordian Pie, or well not Øyvind’s wife. She rather mumbled the words than really join in.

Jørgen, still being hugged by Wilhelmina, reaches over to give Olav a pat on the shoulder. Giving a warm look at the old man. “Hey old man, if you need a moment before the third gift. It can wait for a while.”

The king just let out a small chuckle. “You’re one hel of a gift giver, you brat.” He said before wrapping his large arms around the shorter elf, hugging him tightly. Almost having had to hold back tears there. His wife just purred as she continued to hug the Jarl, though being pressed between him and her husband.

Giving a hug of his own to the two royals. “Well, someone has to be a good gift giver here. The last birthday gift you gave me was a fishing pole and your wife gave me… Guide book on how to find a partner.” Jørgen gave a small laugh, squeezing them tightly though they were squeezing far harder. “I still got one, final gift and Olav you are going to be amazed but I did a politic.” One could hear the raw smugness being produced in his tone.

“Well you could use some time to learn skills like that.” Olav said letting out a chuckle as he stepped away from the Jarl but keeping a hand on his shoulder squeezing it warmly. “I mean the fishing that is.” He joked earning a giggle from Wilhelmina who had also stepped away from the elf.

“I guess my advice book was good though, you did end up with Johanna~” She said in a teasing tone as she wrapped her arm around the king’s waist leaning onto him.

“In my defense, I had two partners before her, long before you delivered onto me such scandalous literature that consisted of the most debauched arrangement of words that has ever been placed into print.” The elf shook his head, resting his hand on his chest and giving the utmost dramatic acting. “Also every sentence in that rakish novel was levels of unfathomable levels of not just speciesm but Anti-Akuanism. We don’t all go mad for the consumption of grilled fish.”

“Oh please some of those pick up lines were rather… Nice~” Wilhelmina said in an almost dangerously teasing tone as she looked up towards the Jarl, playing with her husband’s tie again.

“I thought you only had one partner before Johanna?” Olav said being genuinely confused at the Jarl’s comment, so much so that it distracted him from the conversation about whatever book that his troublemaker of a wife had given.

“Back to your third gift.” He looked toward Olav with a smile. Completely ignoring his own slip up and moving on to something far more important than any potentially concerning relationships he may or may not have had previously. He hands his stack of papers to Olav. “After a polite and completely reasonable discussion with FPM Pierre, I have arranged some of those restrictions to be lifted. Now, I do understand you have your own concerns and such but these will get them to be able to keep living somewhat of a royal life. Not to mention of course, make the two troublemaker’s girlfriends happy, neither of them are losing their titles and in fact, I even got it arranged to where they can do their dueling and chess matching outside of the Federation.” He beamed with pride, “Still going to be spied on, but it less serve at least and they can actually leave the country to go around the crown realm without such… impunitive measures placed on them. They can even leave the Crown Realm on visits, provided some restrictions are placed.”

Wilhelmina smiled brightly at that, clapping her hands together continuously saying “Ayay!” Over and over again.

Olav’s eyes widened for a small moment as he gave. “That is, actually quite impressive.” He couldn’t help but be surprised knowing how much Pierre hated Vakrestrender and everything it stood for. While he loved Jørgen, perfectly represented arguably that element of Vakrestrender the most. “How did you convince her?”

He gave a small shiver in a dramatic fashion, “Well… Let’s just say…” The elven man puts his hand to his chin. Thinking for a moment, “You just had to be in the room where it happened.” He gave a shrug, taking a moment to fix his suit’s jacket. “I didn’t sleep with her if that was your concern. She is in a perfectly happy marriage after all.”

“You’re not my prime minister, of course I wouldn’t think you did that.” Olav said, letting out a chuckle shaking his head. “I’m proud, however, you did well.” He gave him a pat on the shoulder.

“Plus if he did sleep with her, I’m certain we’d hear the sounds of Johanna attacking Jeanne.” Wilhelmina said in a small giggle.

He looked partly ashamed, briefly dropping his smile before quickly recovering it. “I will certainly tell you about it later store bror, but for now it is a party for the love of the spirits!” Jørgen clapped his hands together, giving a final hug towards the couple. “Now you excuse me, I have to make sure Johanna doesn’t get into a fistfight with Erik Torsteinson and make my rounds with a few others here.” He squeezes them tightly and warmly, “Have a good birthday young lady.” He beams a smile towards the queen before taking his leave.

The pair gave him a tight hug before letting him continue on his way, with Olav holding the album closely. “We’re very lucky to be close with him.” Olav said in a warm proud voice.

Wilhelmina leaned her head against Olav’s shoulder purring as she leaned up against him. “Yeah.”

For a few moments it was just a quiet moment between the two as they enjoyed each other’s company and looked through some of the pictures. Well until Olav broke the silence.

“Wait, why would he need to keep Johanna away from Erik?”

Joan couldn’t help but nervously play with her hair, Jørgen’s words having made her realize how much she well fucked up. “Ugh I’m such an idiot.” She said resting her hands on her face as she let out a sigh. With her and her girlfriend standing in a corner as the white haired princess tried to gather the courage to face her own parents.

Violette gave her a quick hug, taking her hands to pull away Joan’s hands off her face. “We’re such idiots… It takes two to keep a secret honey.” The raven haired kemonomimi gave a confident look towards her, “We get through this together.” The lack of confidence was never a weakness in her or her family outright, though her words spoke with strength. She had an underlying concern of her own having lied and messed up herself. Including misinforming her own family about the status of their relationship to Joan’s parents. “We got through my own parents, and you know how they are. This will just be a cake walk for us.”

“I guess… Just, I shouldn’t have kept this a secret from my mom for so long.” Joan said letting out another sigh, leaning her head against Violette’s shoulder. “I hope she will forgive me for this at least.”

We, we shouldn’t have kept this a secret and we need to hope for her forgiveness. We’re a team in this, me and you.” Violette pulls her in close, giving a hug. “Come, let us bask in the dragonfire as my less attractive twin says.” Giving a small smile, and planting a kiss on Joan’s cheek. “Glory or a violent end awaits us.”

“I swear, the way you two talk would make an elven pensioner feel at home.” Joan said, letting out a small giggle. Still being nervous of course but felt a bit more confident as her girlfriend kissed her cheek. “I mean, at least you met my dad already.” She joked as the two even if very slowly started to move away from the corner they were in.

Violette grit her teeth, pushing through air. “Indeed… It was… Quite an awkward meeting.” They start moving faster, Violette linking arms with her girlfriend. “At least this time, it won’t be in such a queer place.” She gives a small laugh at her own double entendre. “At least we still have our humor, and nowhere nearly as politically troublesome as our fair twins.”

“Yeah… I’m certain my dad would be more mad if he saw my brother in a compromised position…” She said with a giggle as she blushed. “Let’s try to not be caught next time.” She gave a kiss towards Violette’s cheek.

“Well, according to doctors we can’t get pregnant alone but I say they are just quitters.” Violette gives a small laugh, “Gods that was awkward and possibly, the worst experience in my life.” She looks down at her feet, cringing at the memory.

“I’ll make it up for you.” Joan said in a warm genuine tone, kissing Violette’s cheek one more time as they saw her parents on the other end of the room. “Because I know how you are. If you are to make any quick teasing jokes then whisper it now.” She said in a half joking half serious tone.

Her absolutely innocent and esteemed partner, with no traces of irony or humorous disposition in any regard, rested her hand on her chest and turned her nose away from Joan. “Never, I ever been regarded as flirtatious woman nor I ever produce such comments into my most honored and respectable homosexual life partner.”

Joan just sighed but let out a chuckle. “You better hope no one took picture of the way you kissed me earlier, else that would been convincing.” She whispered into Violette’s ear before giving a small wave to her parents.

“It would be better than your father walking in on us.” Violette gave a shiver, before looking up towards Fylkir and his wife. Giving a respectable half-body bow. Violette was quick to speak up first towards her future inlaws. “I’m Princess Violette, and while I understand the situation we’re in due to our secret keeping. I do hope we can brush over the more formal greeting.” Gods knows how long they can get.

“No complaints from me.” Olav said, taking a sip from his wine glass that he had very much prepared for when dealing with his troublesome twin children.

Violette breathed a sigh of relief. Wilhelmina looked at the two with a warm look, still hurt by the secret kept from her but still basking in the joy of her favorite’s child gifts. “More than happy too, Spirits knows it we end up spending half the night reading off titles.”

Joan let out a small chuckle at that, though her hand was grabbing into Violette’s hand nervously. “This is a bit overdue, but yeah this is the love of my life.” She said nervously looking at her parents. “I’m sorry for not telling you two earlier. Genuinely, I’m sorry.”

Olav was quiet, having an arm around Wilhelmina’s waist holding her close. This was something she had to have the most say in, she was the one most hurt. Not to mention he already lambasted Joan from a political perspective on this.

Wilhelmina ears and tail lowered to near flatting. Resting her head on Olav’s chest, clutching the photo album given to her tighter. Where did her little girl go? The one that would tell her anything and everything on her mind? Where did any of her children go? Ingrid is in the place her parents fled from. Alexandra, well at she still keeps up with her. Her twins, her kind and loving twins had a secret relationship and kept it from her, their mother for so long. Her mind drifted so harshly in every direction, wondering why the spirits could be cruel enough to inflict such pains onto her being. Are we not all sociable creatures? Then why would they keep it from her? Akuanists, as she has been told by others, are so extremely sociable that loneliness kills them which does have some truth to it. Did she not raise them well enough? Did she not love them enough to where they could feel open about their feelings and thoughts to their own mother. She was quiet, looking down with a deeply pained expression that only an Akuanist could ever understand.

Violette squeezed Joan’s hand, clutching it for a few moments before letting go. Taking a moment to remove the glove from her left hand, placing it into her pocket. Withdrawing a knife from her belt with the other hand. Offering the knife to his majesty, and the ungloved hand towards him as well. “I’m prepared to pay the price for my sin, I have lied to my parents about informing you two about the relationship and the masking.” She stared with a brave face towards Olav, without a drop of fear.

“I do not punish lies with blood.” Olav said with a sigh placing his hand in front of his chest rejecting the offering from the Princess. He kept a deep hold of his wife, kissing her forehead. “I cannot say I will fully understand your two’s decision behind this secrecy, but I do urge you two to at least tell us about the relationship. To understand how you two fell in love, how you met.” He spoke up, knowing how much his wife wanted to know but was too hurt to say it. But he could feel her pur.

“Well, we first met at a ballroom in Batkong, well I say ballroom but honestly at times felt more like a club.” Joan said with a small chuckle, her ears were still flat but her tail started to gently swing.

Violette placed her knife back into her belt. Putting her glove back on. “Well, I might have had a hand in organizing it.” She gave a small laugh, “Anything my parents or my sister organize tends to be rather drab.”

Wilhelmina felt better, comfortable and well at hearing that. “I hope you didn’t have too much fun like you did today~” She gave a small tease, still resting on Olav’s body and purring on him.

Violette cringed at that, “My apologies…” Taking a small moment to recover before speaking, “and… While we’re on the subject, my parents believe that… We met in more formal company rather than a more relaxed dance held by us… among other things.” She holds onto Joan’s hand. “I know we have hurt you, but…” She can barely force the words out of her mouth, after doing so much harm. “Well… We hoped… I hoped you would continue my recalling of some stories with my creative interpretation.”

The king let out a heavy sigh, looking down at his wine glass before finishing it. “I won’t tell them, just next time. Lock your doors.” His voice was almost uncharacteristically harsh from his otherwise fatherly persona.

“Yes… Sorry about that.” Joan said letting out an awkward chuckle as her face turned red and she had to almost hide it behind her girlfriend’s shoulder. Feeling utterly ashamed.

Wilhelmina gave a warm chuckle, “Oh quit it Olav, we were worse when we were young like them~” She looked up at her husband, standing up onto her tippy toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Violette didn’t know if she wanted to vomit, cry, or die of embarrassment. Her face was completely blushed with red. “I… I did not require that knowledge.” The sheer openness and audacity completely factory resetted her speaking patterns, returning to a completely formal state. As if the Queen reached into her mind and pushed a button.

“Darling, try not to make the two run away in embarrassment now.” Olav said, shaking his head wanting to sound disapproving even though he found a small bit of humor in all of this. “To get away from that topic, tell us more about the meeting.”

Joan let out a sigh of relief being glad that at least her father was giving them mercy from the topic. “Well being a bit more of a party like we met after bumping into each other on the dance floor.” She said, smiling warmly as she thought back to the moment.

“I looked into her eyes, and I just knew.” Violette gave a gentle, warm tone at the memory. “Honestly, I wasn’t aware she was your daughter until half-way through the night. I was content with spending time with her and dancing away with her.”

Wilhelmina gave a warm pur, squeezing her husband’s hand. “That’s just adorable! I was partly worried you were stalking her and tried to enthrall her with honeyed words.” The old kemonomimi gave a cheeky smile looking up at Olav. “Kinda like someone I know.”

“That is an over exaggeration and not true.” The king said, looking down at his wife crossing his arms as he almost gave a challenging look. Making his daughter giggle at the interaction.

“Next up, you say that you always had that shiny new sports car and that you just happened to be at the library every time I was studying.” The queen gave a small laugh.

“Anyways, you two. Who was the one who took initiative?” Olav said looking away from his wife and towards the couple, having an embarrassed look as he spoke.

Joan giggled at how embarrassed her father was. Despite being almost twice as large as her mom, she always seemed to be able to ensure dad stood down or backed off. “I have to say it must have been her, we both flirted with each other but well I was mostly blushing.” She said in an embarrassed tone.

Violette joined in on the giggling, resting her head on Joan’s shoulder. “Of course I took the initiative, my family would disown me if I was the man in the relationship.” She gave a warm look at the two. “You two raised a great daughter, though her sword skills are lacking.” The princess gave a cheeky grin.

“Well she never wanted to join the military and she wasn’t exactly a big fan of sports.” Olav said with a sigh, so far only three of his nine children had interest in the military or sports. “She took her mother’s interests more in those fields.”

“Well um that’s not fully true! I, I like jogging!” Joan said almost in an attempt to seem fit and tough.

“Not a sport.” Olav said, crossing his arms, having a small teasing smile on his lips. Causing his daughter to pout.

Wilhelmina gave a nudge at Olav, “Watch it honey.” Looking both somewhat annoyed but still having a good time.

Violette on the other hand, simply bent over and lifted up Joan. Carrying her in her arms. “You’re very light Joan, I could bench press you.” She says with a smirk looking down at the princess being carried, ironically, in a princess carry.

Joan crossed her arms as she looked up towards her girlfriend whispering quietly to her with a small smile before acting annoyed again.

The king just laughed warmly seeing the two’s interaction shaking his head. “Seems like she taken even more from you~” He teased his wife as he looked down at her.

Violette gave a flirtatious smirk at Joan after listening to the whisper. Lifting the Norgsveltian princess up and planting a kiss on her lips then placed her down on the floor. “Must run in the family then, well jog in this case.” She looks towards Olav with a wide smile.

Wilhelmina started to speak before noticing far off in the distance, Johanna lifting up Jørgen in the crowd in a similar manner. “It must have too.” She returned to look at two princesses in front of her. “So, after the party. How drove you two see each other again?”

“For me it was… curiosity. I wanted to see where it goes, she had… almost an aura with her that seemed both charming and a bit dangerous.” Joan said, looking up towards the slightly taller kemonomimi, having a small smile on her lips. “Plus we share the same interest in music!”

“As for myself, I just… Well have you ever been knocked down very hard onto the floor, and you look up at your opponent. They’re all fuzzy, and you briefly don’t remember what you’re doing?” Violette spoke with a deep level of joy in her tone, “It was like that, but with my heart when I laid eyes on her. I just didn’t know what to do, but I knew I wanted to be with her. Also she has a fantastic playlist.” Giving a cheeky smirk, looking down at the slightly shorter kemonomimi.

Wilhelmina was confused and slightly uncomfortable describing an act of violence to explain how this princess loved her daughter. “No? That… Is a very Federation way of explaining things…”

“Makes perfect sense for me.” Olav said, nodding his head at that. Having spent a good amount of youth in doing sports like wrestling and boxing he could understand the comparison. He saw his wife giving him a side eye. “Well like I’m not saying I would used those words but I understand where she is coming from.”

The queen only stared in pure utter confusion at Olav. “Okay?” She was not okay at all with any part of Violette’s sentence but at least understood the music part and some of the emotion behind her words. Though of course, being incredibly uncomfortable it. “So… Other than that, you two came out to her parents, yes? If we’re keeping up with your ‘creative interpretation’ of events.” She looked squarely at Joan. Still quite a bit hurt, that they told Fridas of all people about having a gay relationship.

“…Yes.” Joan said, lowering her head, with her ears being lowered as well as she looked towards the floor. “I’m very sorry.” She genuinely was as she avoided eye contact with her mother. “I-I… I was afraid if I was to… out there back home it would be revealed. B-But I should have told you.”

Wilhelmina grabbed the both of them, pulling them together for a hug. “I forgive you, Joan.” She gave a warm pur, squeezing them. “Welcome into the family Violette.” She rested her head between the both of them. Keeping them close.

Violette felt relief, rather than having to explain… Her mother had a rather negative reaction towards her dating another woman. Though she was quite uncomfortable still that she was being hugged, she simply accepted her fate in that regard. Her eyes briefly looked up at Olav in a small confused state.

“Welcome to the family, expect a lot of hugs from her from now on.” He said letting out a small warm laughter seeing Violette’s confusion.

[One year ago]
[Frida Estate]
[CW: Homophobic character]

Violette clutched her girlfriend’s hand. Squeezing it tightly, and planting a kiss on Joan’s cheek. “You have to wait out here, but… Are you sure you want to be… Here? My family… Is not that accepting, well save my dad.” She gave a serious look. Joan gave a nod, afraid yet excited at the same time but mostly deeply afraid.

Joan sat down beside the door, in a wooden yet comfortable chair. Trying to look strong, but failed utterly in that regard. She was frightened, and it showed. She was informed by her girlfriend about how her family was and that Marie was not the exceptional one. Marie being rather, reactionary would be the nicest way to say it and stern fast in her traditionalist views.

Violette stepped into the office, her mother sitting behind her desk and father sitting next to her but further away so as not to detract the focus on her mother. Violette sat across from Jarlnja, who looked completely disappointed at her.

“For the Gods sakes, what am I going to do with you?” Albertine shakes her head in disgust. “Out of all the things you do to embarrass this family, to disrespect yourself and this house. This is the most perverted thing yet. Which is a high bar, I might include.” Her words cut like daggers. “Gods know I tried with you, so perhaps you can instruct me where I went wrong with your development?” Her father, Thaddée, looked like he wished to speak but kept his mouth shut. He gave a sympathetic look, and eyes that told the story of his own attempts with her.

Violette told her father first about her relationship, he was always the more opened minded one. Given his more of a commoner background. She believed he would at least get her to be more calm and accepting about the matter but yet. It appears his attempts has failed. “Mom, did you not tell me once I should follow my heart? Yet you are so opposed to when I do.”

“I told you that when you were a child, not a fully grown woman with the reputation of our dynasty at risk of being dragged through the muck and lowered because you can’t keep your hands to yourself.” Albertine leaned forward towards her daughter, and her attempt to look confident. “Do you simply lack the warrior spirit for your role in life? Have we raised a coward?” She gestures towards her husband, but didn’t give him permission to speak about it.

“If I’m a coward, then why did I pick the route that led me to my mother’s refusal of acceptance? Is it not a warrior spirit to pick the road that leads through the dragonflames to strengthen oneself?” Violette replied in a strong, daring tone.

“Don’t quote the Sages at me, when you’re living in debauchery and the wants of the body. Couldn’t you not just simply ignore your desires?” The Jarlnja was disgusted that her own daughter would even bring the Sages words in her defense. “Why can’t you just be normal and decent for once?” She gave a frustrated tone, rubbing her forehead. “You are bringing shame to our family, what will the other families think? What would the historians think when they recount our legacy of our era?”

Violette was silent, how does one even approach this subject? She rubbed her hands under the table, thinking of what to say. “Why should I always have to put family first? Did you place a family name first when you married dad? Or did you follow your heart and where it led you?” She felt horrid having to use her father in this, but a quick nod from her good old dad showed that he approved. Something telling her that he tried the same argument for it.

“Are you so weak that you have to bring your father into this? This is about you, and your irrelevance towards our family’s name. Stop trying to use whataboutism with me child, when this is all about you, and your continued disrespect to our family!” Albertine was furious, and brought up her husband. Which of course, kicked in her Hjørdist instincts of protectiveness. “Gods, you was troubled one eversense you were b orn. You just fucked up, any role given to you, any time I tried to work with you to find something benefiting of your status, you mess it up. I don’t know if it is on purpose or you are just unable to do anything properly! Then, after every mess up, every single one you have made, then you come to me and tell me you’re a queer?!”

“Has the thought ever crossed your mind that I’m not a robot? That I have my own dreams I want to achieve outside of doing whatever is best for the family!” Violette raised her voice, countering her mothers. “I don’t want to be a royal, and you knew this but yet. At every chance you forced me to play dress up and perform like a jester for the crowd! We are not the monarchs of Lapérouse and we never will be again but you pretend that are.”

“Watch your tongue child! We may not be the dynasty in charge anymore but there is no damn reason for you to act like a perpetual brat! Even when I give you a chance to perform a role outside of the dynasty, you mess it up like you always do!” Her mother started to stand up from her seat.

“That’s just it, you forced a role onto me! You always do this, and then when I find a sliver of happiness. You refuse to accept it! So what I like women! I could like men and you find a problem in that. You just want another reason to make me miserable because I don’t fit into your grand plan of doing nothing and hoping we become the monarchs again!” Violette shouted back, getting ready to stand tall against her mother. “I’m gay, homosexual, and I found love, and you will not stop me.”

Albertine prepared to raise her hand to slap the insolence out of her wretched child. Only stopping when the door opens, and a twin of the raven hair princess. Marie-Noëlle, with an annoyed look across her face.

“Mother, might I inquire why you are raising a hand to my sister?” Marie-Noëlle stepped forward, cutting between her sister and her mother. “I was preparing to take Édouard to the pool, but I could hear the yelling from outside and I noticed Princess Joan of Norgsveldet was shaking like a sheep by the door.”

Jarlnja stepped away from her daughters, sitting back down behind her desk. Breathing in a sigh of relief. “Gods save us, Marie-Noëlle your twin sister provided yet another disappointment. She found a woman suitor.” Albertine shook her head, “Talk some sense into her, she always listened to you more than me.”

“Yes, I’m aware that Violette and Joan are dating.” Marie spoke with a simple tone, not even remotely surprised by that. She was there at the party when they met afterall.

“Yes- wait what.” Albertine looked at Marie with utter shock. Marie, of all her children, Gods out that everyone in the Federation knew about this and was… Okay with it? “Explain yourself, why in Odin’s name did you just let your sister continue on living in sin with a woman?” There had to be some sort of explanation for this.

“Because they’re happy together, and while living in sin. Doesn’t distract from the fact Violette is happy with Joan.” Marie-Noëlle gave a complete, matter of fact tone about it. “Queer or not, Violette has never been happier.”

Albertine was in complete shock, she didn’t even know what to say. Usually herself or Thaddée would have to calm her down and make her moderate her speech. Marie, the woman who once threatened to gut a man for spilling their wine onto the family emblem, is okay with her own twin sister dating a woman. Even Thaddée was taken back, his mouth ajar looking at Marie. He could only stare, in confusion, shock and somewhat being proud of his daughter standing up for her sister.

Marie stood by her sister, staring into her mother’s eyes with pure confidence.

Albertine spoke up again, still somewhat shaken by this. “No. See what you done Violette? You got your sister twisted all around thinking happiness is the point of life-” She was cut off by Marie.

“No, I’m not twisted around. She is living in impiety and completely incorrect but she isn’t harming herself or others. She is happy, and Joan is happy. If the other nobles have an issue with it, then they can meet me in the kitchen for a dance.” Marie spoke without even a moment of hesitation. Dance in the kitchen, in the Federation is just the polite way of saying duel to the death and Marie, well she is well known for her kitchen dancing for the even a slight against her family and has yet to need to recover from her kitchen room accidents as they say it.

Yet, the old kemonomimi refused to relent, “I’m not allowing this under my roof. If Violette wants to so badly be a queer, she can do it without harming our reputation.” Her words were pointed, her husband almost in tears at the suggestion of disowning their daughter.

“If you feel so bold for disownment, then perhaps we should test such boldness in the kitchen?” Marie was quick to replay, hand on her hip where her sword usually lies in. Violette’s eyes widened, everything was going too fast for her. Her mind racing like a jet across the screaming sky. Her sister, her reactionary sister, just threatened to kill their own mother and take the head of the dynasty for herself for the sake of her relationship with Joan.

Albertine wasn’t a slouch in the area, but Gods knows she is outclassed by her heiress daughter. She needs a moment, just to process everything that happen. The impact, and willingness of the duel and everything in it would cause. She of course, couldn’t look weak but damn if she wasn’t briefly afraid of Marie, not with her daughter’s bloodied reputation. “No. That won’t be necessary.” She shakes her head, keeping her strong tone. “If Violette is destined to cause the downfall of our Dynasty’s reputation then so be it. Leave us, I have much to plan for now.”

Without skipping a beat, Violette was pushed out by Marie from their mother’s office. Stepping outside of it, the twins saw Joan both shaking with fear but also just pure shock of Marie’s words. Violette was quick to comfort Joan, giving her a tight hug and lifting her up from her chair.

“I hope you queers stay happy in your relationship.” Marie turned and left, heading back down towards the pool to take their youngest brother swimming.

[Modern day]

“Violette, you there?” The raven haired princess heard her girlfriend call out to her, waving her hand in front of her face. Joan has an almost teasing smile. “You made me wonder if my mom squeezed you too hard earlier.” Small giggle left her lips.

Violette gives a warm smile at Joan, giving her a tight hug in return. “Sorry, I was just remembering when I told my own parents about us. Gotta say, I like your family’s response more.” She squeezed tightly, keeping Joan close to her.

“Likely not too surprising my parents’ response would be a bit different with them effectively adopting Jørgen.” Joan said in a warm tone as she purred into her girlfriend, though she turned a bit more serious. “I am sorry you had to deal with your mother being so… harsh.”

“I would like to meet this adopted big brother of yours, I heard he gives great gifts.” Violette gave a smirk, softly purring in return to Joan. Switching over to Joan’s seriousness, “She was always going to be like that, regardless of whatever I do.” She gave a small sigh, “I didn’t think Marie was going to step up though… To such a degree at least.”

“Perhaps I could bake her something as thanks for doing that.” Joan said in a more warmer tone giving a quick kiss on Violette’s lips. “Though that has to be another time. I want to introduce you to Jørgen, he is amazing at giving gifts. My parents’ outfits were made by him.”

Violette let go of her, but still quite close to her girlfriend. “Hey, thanks for standing up for me and threatening to kill my girlfriend’s mother. Have a pie.” She gave a joking tone, almost laughing at it. “Think that brother of yours can make you something as nice as your mothers~” She gave a flirtatious look at Joan.

Joan rolled her eyes at her girlfriend’s comment about thanking someone through baking. Her mother did that a lot of times and it works damn it. “If you want me to, I can use my puppy eyes to try to convince him to get me a good dress~” She said giving her girlfriend an longer kiss on the lips before pulling away, having her hand on Violette’s hand squeezing it as she pulled her a long.

“Oyoy, as the Akuanists say it~” Violette pulls her girlfriend close to her, “You need a new dress after everything, and I need to ruin it utterly~” She kept a teasing tone, planting another kiss on Joan’s cheek. “First, we need a drink, then we pressure your big brother into making you dress.”

Their daydreaming was sadly ruined by a pasting Johan and Marie, heading towards Olav and Wilhelmina. Marie, flicking the back of Violette’s head. “We’re still public idiots, keep your hands to yourself before someone sees you two and makes a scandal out of it. Gods knows your trouble as is.” Marie tone being deeply annoyed at the two, shaking her head.

“Let’s go find a more private place to drink then.” Joan said, giving a sheepish smile as she gave a wave to her twin and her girlfriend’s twin. “They’re going to get so yelled out by my dad.” She muttered out.

“Absolutely, and I only wished we could hear it.” Violette said with a laugh, “Come, let’s find a room that has a lock on it’s door.”

“Violette!” Joan whispered harshly and blushing deeply, yet she still followed after her anyways.

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.

Far away from the main party, very far in fact from it one could scarcely hear the sounds of people enjoying themselves. Located in a tower, overlooking the courtyard, like a prince stored away by a cruel dragon awaiting for a heroic princess to come save him. The window overlooks not just the courtyard, but overlooks the great womanmade lake and pale moon rising above the lake. Well if you was at the courtyard at least, it would look grand, from tower it just ruins the image and doesn’t appear as if the giant rock in space was flying above the water.

Most important feature of the tower room, of course, is that it is completely isolated. Including security guards, given the security check just to get up here and that it being so far away from the party. No one besides a handful would actually come up here. Which, for Jeanne is perfect given that the pain from the surgery was annoyingly increased and her medication wore off. Aurélia helped her up but the love of her life asked her to check on the party, and more importantly on the High Jarlnja Alexandra. Though that was easily a lie, Jeanne didn’t want to have Aurélia see her in pain.

The Federal Prime Minister loved her wife, but Aurélia just… Had a really hard time when she was in pain. Aurélia always started panicking or stressing out, leftover trauma the kemonomimi carried with her ever since rather less than optimum time of 2011 when Jeanne was deployed.

Outside of just not wanting to look weak, Aurélia smuggled in a bottle of fine wine and vodka into the room. Something to help dull the pain she is feeling. No cigarettes though, Aurélia threw out her pack in order to get her wife to stop smoking. She has only been gone for less than a half an hour, and Jeanne is truly, utterly pissed drunk.

The plethora of misspelled text messages to Aurélia can most certainly confirm such a strong, and utterly profound accusation. Jeanne, still even now texting her how much she loves her wife while sipping down another glass. Unaware of anyone entering the bedroom, hidden away in the tower.

“So here you are.” A second voice spoke up, which the short prime minister noticed coming from the door. Turning around quickly to see none other than the queen with a bottle of wine in her right hand, with a small smile on her lips. “Your wife has been asking about you.” She walked up to Jeanne, sitting down next to her as she looked outside. While the queen was hardly fully drunk, it was clear she took a few too many drinks. More than twice that of her husband tonight.

“Your Maaaaaaaaaaajesty!” Jeanne give a high pitched drunkard tone, though her Duval syndrome still made her sound quite mad. Jeanne wraps her arms around the Queen. “I love my wife, she is awesome.” The short woman gave a hick, resting her forehead onto the queen’s shoulder. “She soooo awweeesoooommmeee. She put me up here, because I was huuurting.” Giving into her more base Akuan culture upbring, rubbing her head against Wilheimina’s head.

To say the queen was, well, surprised would be an understatement. Yet perhaps instinctively from how she was raised, or how often she remembered having to do the same when one of her daughters were drunk, she wrapped her arm around her. Rubbing Jeanne’s shoulder as she laid her own head against her. “Well that’s no good, want to tell me about it?” She asked, raising an eyebrow at the FPM.

“My wife?” Jeanne gives a drunk hick. “She is awesome, cool, funny and I love her face.” She starts giggling, well it almost sounds like a giggle. It is more like a witch’s cackle in all due honestly. “I should text her again.” She reaches over for her phone, laying just out of reach.

“About why you were hurting.” Wilhelmina clarified keeping a warm and sweet tone as she spoke, rubbing Jeanne’s shoulder. “We can speak about our worries in private, with nobody else here to be in the way.” She said while showing off her wine bottle.

“Yeee! All up here in the private tower! Ayay!” Jeanne looked at Wilhelmina was a harsh expression. “Well, seeeee my medication I was using after my surgery worn off, soo everything was hurting. So my wife put me up hereee and gave me stuff to drink.” Jeanne’s head was swaying around.

“Oh that’s not good, should have told me you were in more pain so I could have ordered my husband to order someone to get it for you.” The queen said in a concerned tone, her eyes looking over the drunk lass to check if she was in any more pain.

“Nooo, can’t people knoooow or they blame it on me for being a Akuaaanist.” She gives a hick, taking a nice large drink of the water gallon her wife also brought up with her. “I’m nooot even religious aaand they still bring it up.”

“Well… Still, you shouldn’t put yourself in pain over it.” The queen said, taking a sip from her bottle of wine. “It’s my birthday, and I have the right to worry about my guests. Understood?”

“Sure I do, I’m the federal prime minister.” Jeanne took a further sip of her water, sobering up just a little bit. “I have to worry for the citizens of the Federation.” She pokes Wilhelmina’s nose. “Even you and your family.”

“Well as queen I say you better listen to me.” The shorter kemonomimi said, placing a hand on her hip giving an almost sassy look towards Pierre. “Plus you don’t have to worry about me, I went through nine pregnancies. I doubt there is any pain out there that the world can inflict on me which I can’t endure.” She said in a joking tone taking a wider sip from her bottle.

“No can dooo Queen, against the constitution for me to accept advice, orders or otherwise be influenced by the crown.” Jeanne crackles with a laugh, scaring away a bird that was nesting at the window. “I am madam, Jeanne Thea Pierre and I shall suffer all pain.” She lifted her finger in the air, as if to give an order. Only to find the same hand taking a sip from her glass.

“Trust me your majesty, you can’t reason with her when she’s like this.” A third voice rang out from the room, with the third occupant leaning against the door with a small smirk on her face.

The queen smiled seeing them as she spoke up. “Oh hi-”

Jeanne turned around, raising her arms at the third white hair woman. “Frosty the snow troll!” The FPM stood up, far too quickly and stumbled over to wrap her hands around Johanna to hug her. Annoyingly, Johanna and her height means she has to stand up on her tippy toes for it.

“Yes, yes. Missed you too, angry fae.” Johanna said, letting out a weak chuckle. She was surprised a little bit by how friendly her old friend was being. She wrapped an arm around Jeanne giving her a hug back. “Hopefully you haven’t gotten drunk enough to start talking with the birds again.” She teased.

Wilhelmina giggled in the background seeing the two’s interaction, taking a sip of her bottle before taking out her phone from her jacket’s pocket. Being very glad that the jacket was a part of the outfit with there not exactly being good places to put her phone in on her dress.

“Nooo, the birds refuse my orders.” Jeanne finally let go of Johanna, but was stumbling around trying to stand up. “Plus I scared away one of them already by laughing.” The shortest in the room gave a shrug, stumbling and walking back towards her very comfortable chair. “Why are you up here Johanna? Shouldn’t you be doing your cougar thing?”

She rolled her eyes at being called that. “I was told to check up on you, heard you were distraught so thought it would be wise.” Johanna said, still leaning on the door. “Though I did not expect to see you here, your majesty.” She gave a head bow towards the queen.

“Was looking for a moment to be alone as well after everything that happened at the party. One gets tired of shaking hands with dozens of guests.” Wilhelmina said, taking a sip of her bottle. “Also if you gonna be Jørgen’s cougar, the least you could do is call me by my name.”

“I’m not a cougar damn it.” Johanna said, crossing her arms.

“Yes you are bigger sister Sverdrup, you’re ten years older than him and he’s an elf so he is even mentally younger.” Jeanne stared at Johanna, taking another swing of her glass. “I bet you followed him after he got out of school~” Jeanne tried to make it sound like a tease, even going too far to paw in the air at Johanna. Though her voice made it sound like a threat.

“Oh shut up, I didn’t specifically date him because he was younger. I don’t have that specific preference.” Johanna responded back with a slight glare though she was hardly taking the teasing seriously.

“Oh but I bet it helped~” Wilhelmina said teasingly as she joined the prime minister in the teasing of the former prime minister. Taking a heavy sip from her bottle as she did so, getting drunker by the moment. “You certainly jumped at the opportunity like a feline finding its prey~” The queen gave even a small rawr to tease Sverdrup further.

“Hmm~ If I remember right everyone else that caught your eye like that also was younger than you~” Jeanne tilted her head at Johanna. “Quite interesting, honestly~ Very interesting~”

“Shut up and give me a bottle.” Johanna said, walking up to join the two cruel teasing women as she sat down in front of the window.

“Don’t worry we all know that Jørgen isn’t exactly complaining.” The queen teased further by taking a sip from her wine bottle before giving it to Johanna who was quick to take a heavy sip from it.

Jeanne gave a small shiver, “Why must NCIS write such detailed reports and why do I have to read them.” She quickly finished her wine glass, filling it up with pure vodka. “I know his majesty complained about it before and so have I but then why do they still keep doing it.” She was completely distraught, “and why mention th-”

“Alright, how about the new topic that does not include my love life.” Johanna said flustered, a rarity for her.

The queen clapped her hands together at that. “Oh how did the two of you enjoy the party? I’m sorry if I couldn’t spend enough time with either of you!” She said a bit drowsy as the alcohol started affecting her. But she was curious with the party being effectively at its end now.

“It was lovely, I was just in deep levels of pain during all of it.” Jeanne swayed her head around. “Also too much politics, even that Valkyr Jarl.” She shakes her head in pure utter annoyance of mentioning that bastard. “Spirits, I need another drink just thinking about him.” She drinks further into her vodka filled wine glass.

“I had a fine time as well, even If I had to hold myself back from punching that stupid red haired elf.” Johanna mumbled to herself as she took another sip from her bottle.

“I’m glad you did, the amount of times a fight had almost started out because a woman being afraid of their partner being stolen was way too many.” Wilhelmina said, shaking her head.



Jeanne mutters under her breath something unkind. Then speaks up, “Why must your children be…” She vaguely gestures around her. “I loosen the restrictions upon their family, then Jarl Jørgen comes around, being all annoying and cheerful to beg me to loosen them up further.” She takes a much longer drink from her glass, “Marie is a fucking fascist, and I am not allowed to drone strike her, what kind bullshit is this?” It was more of a frustration tone, rather than one of actual anger.

The queen was immediately uncomfortable with the way the conversation was headed, falling quiet at the topic. She hardly liked it when her husband approved of justifiable and needed military interventions, so having a woman like Pierre talking about drone striking her son’s girlfriend for her… Controversial opinions? That felt utterly disgusting to her.

“Angry fae please take that frustration towards the Jarisveni government instead.” Johanna said in a joking tone as she took a sip of the wine bottle once more.

Shaking her head, the FPM sighed. “I hate everyone in government.” She muttered, taking another sip from her vodka. “Also everyone in politics. I should be allowed at least one drone strike a year to use on someone freely. Just one.” She muttered under her breath, looking up at Johanna, “You know I had to reject a Red Sickle order on you, twice. You really pissed off a lot of people.” Jeanne crackled with laughter.

“Oh. Thank you, then.” Johanna said scratching the back of her head nervously, not sure how to feel about the effect that her old friend basically admitted on having to stop a rather radical agency from abducting her.

“Yeaaaah! I stopped it twice, then I threatened to replace the head of the subcommittee if they brought it up again.” Jeanne tried to look prideful about it though her angry face failed to show it. “G-good thing too! Spirits know how horrid if I locked my own sister up.” Jeanne placed her glass down, taking her two fingers to push up lips to form a smile at Johanna.

Johanna couldn’t help but give a weak smile at the attempt from Jeanne, it was cute but knowing the reason why she did it made it a bit depressing. She wrapped her arms around the shorter woman hugging her tightly.

Jeanne returned the hug back, having to drop her hands and thus her smile to do so. Rubbing her head against Johanna’s shoulder.

“Wait. You two are actually sisters?” Wilhelmina asked, raising an eyebrow at the two.

Jeanne completely ignored the question and instead, started to cry onto Johanna’s shoulder. Going past the happy Akuanist stage straight into the absolute depressive state. Squeezing Johanna tightly, the closest person besides her wife in all due honestly. Quietly muttering, “They all hate me.” Her words muffled into Johanna’s shoulder.

“It’s alright, it’s alright.” She said, rubbing Jeanne’s back, trying to comfort the crying prime minister. She was hardly the best at comforting people but she had to be there for her friend.

Wilhelmina just smiled weakly from the sidelines, part of her did want to ask again but she wanted to give the two maybe sisters time alone. Grabbing her bottle she decided to quietly exit the room, giving an affirmative nod and warm smile towards Johanna as she left. Partially out of Jeanne’s… earlier comments. But partially because she knew Johanna would do a far better job than she could. Plus, she really wanted to go and bother her husband now.

Jeanne tears didn’t stop flowing from her eyes, part of her knew this was completely improper and wanted to stop. Ask Johanna to leave so that she might cry in private solitude like any reasonable adult would. However, her upbringing rejected those points. “I have seen and done so much… Violence… You know my own mother didn’t even talk to me for a year until Gaston forced her too when the Federation went into Ymirland.”

Johanna just kept a tight hold on Jeanne, ensuring the prime minister that she was there for her. “I’m sorry to hear that, but you did the right thing.” Part of her did not fully understand what Jeanne went through. She understood from an Akuan perspective, but personally she never had any second thoughts or guilt about drones striking someone when she was prime minister.

“Then why didn’t my mother talk to me for so long…” Jeanne gave a sniffled, “I wasn’t even allowed to be at Ulf’s funeral…” She held her tongue, still squeezing onto Johanna. Ulf being her wife’s father and frankly, her own second dad. “Aurélia brothers won’t talk to me anymore, and most of my friends I made refuse to talk to me too.” She couldn’t stop crying, she been so lonely, not that she doesn’t have people around but rather she had no one to talk to about any of this. Not in the Akuanist sense at least. “I-I just keep seeing the names in my head, over and over. I know what we did was right, they knew what they were doing and wanted to do it but yet… Why do I still feel wrong about it.”

There wasn’t much Johanna could do other than listen and comfort, keeping Jeanne in a tight hold. “The customs might put all life as valuable… But unfortunately there are times the best option is to choose, instead of ignoring.”

“I wish I could… I wish I was more like you.” Jeanne arms refuse to let go. “You know, its just… I wish I wasn’t raised like an Akuanist… It would have made my life so much easier, even with my condition…” She starts giving a small cough, “I-I been completely isolated from my own community… I-I can’t even talk about this with my wife… You know how she is when I’m in pain or s-something…”

“If it makes you feel better… I wish at times I was more like you.” Johanna said, scratching Jeanne’s head. “But if you need anyone to talk to you about these things… Then call me, alright? You deserve it.”

“I disagree…” Jeanne tried to sound like her old self, resisting the tears. Letting go of Johanna. Looking down at her own feet, “It just hurts… More than anything I felt in my life. Even when I was a captured, the torture didn’t cut this deep.” She wiped her tears with her sleeve.

“Hey, I could order my boytoy to get us some grilled fish.” Johanna said, nudging Jeanne’s side in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Meanwhile we can talk about conspiracies that our nation’s keep hiding but actually is true. I know you wanted to know about If we are actually hiding jotuns in those mountain ranges.”

Jeanne cleans the tears from her again, looking up at Johanna. Taking two fingers to force up a smile. “Did you know that the Federation actually made an aircraft that looks like a flying saucer? We did mess with the Vistari but when it was finished we crashed it into our side of the border to freak them out further.” Still keeping that forced smile up, “It had no heat signature because it was actually just a balloon with some metal and colored lights tapped to it. Got it to move so fast because we had a rocket car tied to a very strong piece of string to it.”

Johanna warmly chuckled at that as the two sat down again, with her giving a quick text asking her boyfriend to get them grilled fish. She wasn’t even that glad about the fish but it made Jeanne happy. While also asking him to send Aurélia up to eat with them. “Hey, there were prototypes by Norgsveltian military officials back in the 50s to make a robot in the shape of a jotun. Was abandoned by the 90s, because of budget costs since the idea of spending so much money to scare UCCS citizens became a bit too ridiculous.”

Jeanne gave a horrible laugh, like someone took a knife to a chalkboard at that. Resting her head on Johanna’s shoulders. “You know how sometimes orca attack boats sometimes? scientists say they’re playing around but in reality. They are descendants of the Federation wildlife attack program, alongside the suicide dolphans, pigeon bombers and irradiated wild hogs. The navy back in the 40s started to raise and train orcas to attack Vistari boats but it got out of hand and they escaped the lab. We have no clue how many of those killer orcas are out there in the wild. It is still not as bad as the irradiated boars though.” She kept forcing the smile with her fingers, trying to keep smiling during this.

Johanna chuckled at that, one that seemed almost gentle and motherly in comparison to… whatever demon Jeanne was trying to summon with hers. “Better hope those environmentalists never hear about that one.” She said in a teasing tone.

“Oh spirits, did I ever tell you about how many times the Federation has used animals for espionage? Like dear spirits in the realms around ours. We actually trained sharks, like the ones with all the teeth, to go bite people and then release them in Vistaraland waters in a submarine.” Jeanne tried to summon a dragon with her laughter again. “Oh don’t even get me started on the dolphins, dear spirits, virtually anything you ever read about dolphins as a conspiracy is not true, but we still use them. The Vistari and UCCS have no idea that the dolphins have been spying on their boat movements. Spirits only know if they figure out all those irradiated boars in Concord actually came from the Federation.” She gave another laugh that even a witch would suggest she overdoing it. “Like, when Roland, in the UCCS had shortages of internet and phone connection, that was actually just a bunch of wild boars the Federation deployed into a bunch of boars on top of underground cables and spread pheromones into the air to make runt and believe food was underground.”

“Spirits, you know how much trouble I would get into with animal rights activists and the ethics officials If I did half the stuff you just said?” Johanna said, muffling her own laughter. “An minister threatened to resign by just me mentioning the idea of legalizing the harvesting of animal furs, mainly for economic benefit it would bring by harvesting varg fur. I’ve never made a Duarist so mad so fast in my life before, ever.”

Jeanne cracked a laugh that would scare children and most people in all honesty. “Oh spirits, okay so the Federation spent four decades breeding and then genetically engineering pigeons to poop on only non-Federation produced cars. Like, billions of Red Krone of research to find the right mixture of smells, color and all that to introduce into Gyllir paints and the other companies. While also breeding pigeons, to literally, and I mean this in full honestly. To target vehicles that aren’t created by a Côtois car company.” Giving another round of laughter that would make the Allmother shake in her boots. “Then we crafted them into the perfect pigeon to survive in any urban setting, high fertility, high resistance to diseases and all that science shit. Plus made their poop that much more damaging and toxic to paint. Secretly deployed them through Côtois embassies around the world, and gave them shit on cars not made by us.” She kept her forced smile via her fingers, and it was times like this she truly wished she was able to smile normally. “We even keep a rough track of how much damage our pigeon beasts have been doing since 2009, we are in the billions of paint damage.”

“Well now I don’t know if you’re being serious or if you’re pulling my leg.” Johanna said with a small chuckle. “If you’re serious how many pigeons died? I can’t imagine the pigeon population in the Federation being very high if your nation has been doing it for such a long while.”

“Tens of thousands, if you only include the ones grown into adulthood. The government burnt any reminds of the failure cases. It’s top secret, but the Federation formula to introduce into the paint of Côtois produced cars actually retracts the pigeons we messed with. Like normally, bird poop is just acidic from the tree sap right and only will damage the paint if it’s on there too long right? So we made that acidic nature work quicker on car paint. Full on, the government spent money on research on when Concordians normally wash their cars, normally it’s one or twice a month. So we made the pigeon bird poop work start damaging paint jobs at three weeks, enough to where it won’t cause notice but also soon enough that it would damage car paint.” Jeanne gave another crackle of laughter, taking a sip of her vodka. “Meanwhile Gyllir cars and other Côtois car companies don’t attract our bastard birds at all. It makes them want to turn away in fact.”

“I swear if you’re being serious I am going to strangle the person who made it into a reality, I remember my little sister complaining about one of her old cars being ruined because of a pigeon poop destroying the paint on that car.” Johanna gave a small glare towards Jeanne, she was rather protective of Eve.

“Oh, I am. It was Dr. Séraphin Bouchard on the project, still around today given he’s an elf. Right now he’s working with hawks to attack drones but not ours.” Jeanne pats Johanna’s shoulder, having to put down her glass as she still wanted to keep smiling with her other hand. “It took a while, but it works and also if our…” Jeanne stopped for a moment, dropping the hand that was forcing a smile on her lips. Letting it rest in her own lap. “Well, if Eve washed her car twice a month or something than it wouldn’t have been a problem.”

Johanna sighed. “You should be happy that it’s such a ridiculous and stupid idea that most would never actually believe it.” She said, taking a small sip from the vodka bottle as she shook her head. “Did the damage caused even exceed the cost from it?”

“Billions according to the last report but not more than the cost of the research and development. However exports from our automobile industry and production of automobiles in the Federation, has always been higher than competitor companies. There is a reason why the Worker and [i]Comstar[i] have been best sellers in all of Concord, not to mention best sellers in other nations outright. Yeah they’re great cars and all that, but the pigeon poop made a difference.” Jeanne nodded her head, forcing a smile back onto her face with her hand. “This might just be my inner Rochfortist talking but, we could have just used our troll farms when the internet started to be popular to gaslight everyone into believing Gyllir cars didn’t get pooped on as much but then again, we already sunk quite a fortune into creating the perfect pigeon to target cars, not to mention the cost of creating the formula to keep the same pigeons away from ours.” Jeanne thinks for a moment, “How is Eve? Is she doing well?” The shorter white hair woman tilts her head, still having to use her fingers to keep up a smile and trying her damndest to force out a happier tone which completely failed. However Johanna could still hear the effort in her voice.

“Eve is doing well, she been able to do well Cirivel’s Designs. The CEO seems to like her quite a bit and one of her dress designs will be shown off at a fashion show in Vakrestrender.” Johanna said, smiling warmly as she thought about her sister. “Jørgen has been a major boost for her career, he really liked a dress that she designed for me. While I’m certain part of it just because he is kind, he has stated to me how impressed by the designs she has put out. Usually his criticism is more on her going for too low price markets in terms of materials.” The older sister had absolutely no real knowledge about fashion so she just repeated stuff that he had explained layman’s terms to her.

“Ah… The Jarl of Vakrestrender… How nice of him.” Jeanne tried really hard to sound better. “I… I hope you two are doing well together…” She really, really tried her best with trying to sound happy but damn if she didn’t want to strangle that capitalist swine that made a prostitute of Akuanism to sell into the market. “Spirits, that little boyfriend of yours is a sly politician and businessman despite his reputation. He’s just a late family, shrew man but made a good deal.”

“Well of course, I didn’t date him for just his looks.” Johanna teased part of her finding Pierre’s anger towards her boyfriend humorous. “Next time you visit Vakrestrender, you, I and Eve could go on a little shopping trip. Maybe she could find Aurélia a nice dress that you’d like.” She had a small smirk on her face.

“I hate Vakrestrender and everything it stands for.” Jeanne dropped her hand again, giving a dangerously angry look at Johanna a real actual pissed off look at her. Something she could actually tell and not just a situation because of her Duval syndrome but a genuine fire in her belly towards them.

“Jeanne no politics.” Aurélia said as she stepped into the room with a smirk on her face. Next to her was the Elven jarl of Vakrestrender. That adorable bastard giving a bright smile, having his bodyguard carry all of the freshly grilled fish and fresh drinks for the room. “Johanna, your ever-so handsome, attractive, beautiful elven boyfriend has delivered once again.” Jørgen gave a warm smile across the room, even towards Jeanne.

Aurélia rolled her eyes, helping Yuri place the grilled fish onto the table. “I’m starving, let’s eat.” She gave a warm voice, sitting next to her wife, and giving her a quick hug. “Everyone kept asking where you were, Jeanne, but I told them you had an important phone call and that they were free to interrupt you if they wished.” Giving a warm smile, “None of which, even asked where you were after I told them that.”

Jørgen sat next to Johanna, giving her a kiss. “No one asked where you were, but my heart missed you all the same.”

She rolled her eyes and gave her boyfriend a gentle kiss. “I missed you too, smiles.” She said in a calm tone yet there was warmth. “I hope the queen was alright walking down the stairs? She was a bit tipsy when she left.”

“Well… She called me to have Yuri carry her down the stairs which is normal enough after she drinks and Olav isn’t responding. When she got down though…” The adorable elven prince gave a shiver, “Well, I think we have to find different quarters, they took ours.”

Aurélia gave a knowing look to Jeanne. Who gave a sigh, and a quick text message on her phone. “It’s been handled. You receive a text message about your new room soon enough.” Jeanne looks at her grilled fish, clapping her hands and giving a “Ayay!” Which sounded more like a threat than an Akuanist sound of joy. The other Akuanists in the room, clapping their hands and yelling Ayay shortly after. Digging into their grilled fish. Even Johanna let out an Ayay, though one that still was bit awkward in tone.

18th July, 2023
[C.D.R; Federation of the Southern Coast of Lapérouse]

Olav gave a polite wave to the large crowds of people gathered to see their king and queen board the train. With camera crews coming from across the Crown Realm and beyond. With him keeping a bright smile as he helped Wilhelmina up the stairs. He could see several within the crowds waving the Crown Realm flag, though amusingly he noticed how many of the children were holding up fox plushies with a tierra on its head. Seemingly meant to reference the Queen. He couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle at the sight as he leaned down to give Wilhelmina a kiss on the forehead before he finally closed the door behind him. “Finally a moment of peace.”

“Those little kids had an awful lot of fox plushies. I didn’t think the Côtois government was very approving of that kind of stuff.” The queen rubbed her head against her husband giving a warm pur. “You know, like buying things or well, things of a specific brand? No, that’s not it.” Wilhelmina gave a sigh, taking the old man by the hand to go take a seat. “They really did go all out on the train for us. Are they using an actual steam engine or is it just supposed to look like it?”

He let out a warm chuckle sitting down next to her. “It just looks like it. They got too many complaints from environmental activists to actually create one.” He said in a joking tone as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders holding her close. “Well, you did make foxes much more popular as pets now. Many Norgsveltians get their foxes from the Federation afterall.”

“Yeah but plushies? I always figured they would like… Have little toy trains to represent me or something you know? It does fit into their kinda character.” She gives a warm giggle, resting her head on Olav. “I can see it now, buy your own Wilhelmina train engine, now available in Union Square. Then it’s just a normal toy train with my name on it.” Wilhelmina gave a joking tone, “You know I thought I saw a few teddy bears with orange beards out there as well.”

The king couldn’t help but roll his eyes at that. “You seem remarkably used to the idea of becoming commodified. I still try to wrap my head around the fact that there are young folk trying to dress up like me.” At first he thought it was just Vakrestrender but nope, he has seen it around the world by now. Products made to reference him and his wife. He was by no means a socialist, but it was a bit much to him. More so with Vakrestrender making some products that were meant for older audiences, which he has complained to Jørgen about. A lot.

“Well yeah, but it is still very weird it is in the Federation right? Like Vakrestrender, I can see them trying to commodify a recycle bin if they get bored enough but the Federation? It’s just very weird seeing they have so many little fox plushies with crowns on them.” Wilhelmina gives a small laugh. “I wonder if it’s just for children, I didn’t see anyone dressed up like us when we were in college. Like we do all the time in the boy’s jarldom.”

“Well I prefer kids having plushies referring to us than the certain… unique way of commodifying of us that happens in Vakrestrender.” Olav said in a rather more tired tone as he thought about her birthday celebration last year. “I really need to talk to Jørgen about that. I think we should rather avoid younglings getting the wrong idea of the dress code you wore during college.”

“We had a dress code? I thought you just called Øyvind anytime we got in trouble.” Wilhelmina gave a teasing smirk, taking a finger to boop Olav’s nose. “I don’t think you need to talk to the boy about it. I remember him panic calling me when Cryrian Queen visited Vakrestrender about none of the Valkyrs listen to him about dressing respectful.” Wilhelmina laughed again. “That poor boy, oh spirits. Did you hear what they do with Johanna? They don’t know to cosplay as her or hate her for ‘taking their jarl.’ You really should help him with that.”

“Just saying that perhaps it would be wisest to not let people think your goth phase was just about revealing outfits. Hmm?” He taunted back, giving her a peck on the lips. “What does cosplay mean again? I know I’ve asked before but I can’t keep up with half of the anime stuff terminology that boy keeps bringing up.”

“Well you see senpai-kun, its like when onni-chan would dress up in kawaii outfits he saw in anime. Yare Yare Sensei, your mind is so moe at times but only as a man. I think you’re old age is rapidly making you into a nice refined Seinen, being a role model for all those Shonen out there looking up to you.” Wilhelmina gives the biggest smirk, pretty sure she used majority of those terms completely incorrectly. Valkyr Nys’tat’en is quite… Strange compared to every other Nys’tat’en language out there and it is honestly annoyance of hers that the Nys’tat’en people most know is Valkyr one.

The king just stared at her for a moment before he let out a sigh. “You’ve been spending too much time with Jørgen.” He said in a tired tone though there was warmth in it and in his smile. Placing his hand on top of her head scratching her ears. “Gonna have to have a talk with him If you keep going at this pace.”

“You already did, but you forgot in your old age.” The Queen kept purring against her husband. “At least it isn’t like Osjford where they are holding up portraits of us. I think I can live with little children having plushie foxes.”

“You’re the one who got the pension papers.” Olav gave her a teasing smirk. “And please, I know you. You love the products and stuff made about us. When I complained about the ways Vakrestrender did their news about us, all you said was if the NNN could start replicating their models.”

“Oi.” Wilhelmina gives a harsh stare towards Olav. “You better be careful Olav, an unhappy wife is an unhappy life for you.” She turns her head in playful annoyance giving a huff.

“Hey you teased about my age first.” He said defensively as he held her closer giving her another kiss on the lips. “But I apologize darling, you look as young and beautiful as you were all those years ago.”

“Much better.” Wilhelmina kisses him back. “So are you looking forward to our trip? See all the different cultures around, see how many fines you can rack up and have to be speaking Frakanic the whole time?” She gives a joking tone again. “I hope you read up on the library worth of Monarcho-Socialism for the test at the end.”

Olav rolled his eyes, giving his wife’s nose a boop. “Of course I look forward to it. I always wanted to go on a tour across the entirety of the Federation. If anything, the main worry is if your Frakanic is solid enough to handle the journey.” He teased knowing that his wife was not as fluent as he was. Even though she could still speak it well, he just had the advantage of being forced to learn it from his tutors and then having to be High Jarl of the Federation.

“My accent is cute enough to get by.” She scofts, rolling her eyes playfully. She thinks for a moment, “We’re not actually going to have to answer questions about socialism right? Like in most countries, I would assume we wouldn’t have to answer questions about their ideology but you know how the Federation is.”

"No, we don’t have to. Don’t worry, your political illiteracy won’t get us in trouble.” Olav teased giving his wife a kiss on the cheek. “We just have to act normally and we will be fine sweetie. We’re here for your vacation sweetie, you can relax.”

“Our vacation sweetie.” Wilhelmina scratches Olav’s Beard, the actual beard not the pet fox they have back home. “We’re also here because of the twins, and a very angry white hair lady.” She stops for a moment, “I’m speaking about Jeanne Pierre, not the other white hair women who may or may not be angry at you.”

“Well, take the vacation as my birthday gift to you.” He let out a small chuckle at her comments even if he couldn’t help but already get tired at the mention of the twins. “The fact that those two got immediately caught kissing the Frida twins after we warned them to be on the down low.” He let out a sigh shaking his head. “Revealed by Pigeon post from a monarch most haven’t even heard about.”

“Was it a monarch? I thought it was just some random celebrity.” Wilhelmina tilts her head curiously at Olav. “Would explain why they got into the party but still… Oh! Did I tell you what happened there? With Jeanne and Johanna?”

“The Thalorian Empress seems to share the tendency of Sayqidi Royals when it comes to Royal tact.” The king let out a small chuckle, finding the situation amusing despite the major annoyances the young empress had brought upon him by her Pigeon post. “What about those two? Did Jeanne hit Johanna? Please tell me she hit her.” Olav joked, well partialy.

“They’re actual sisters! Like related sisters!” Wilhelmina clapped her hands together joyfully. Giving a ‘ayay’ before speaking again. “Isn’t that so cute! Well, it would be cuter if Jeanne didn’t say she wanted to drone strike our daughters in law a few minutes earlier or that she had to block Johanna from being Red Sickled whatever that means.”

Olav held back a comment to state that Jeanne shouldn’t have blocked it. Just nodding along. “Sweetie, don’t tell me you fell for the conspiracy as well?” He raised an eyebrow at Wilhelmina. “You were rather tipsy by the end of the party.”

“Shush, I’m an Akuanist, we don’t get tipsy. But no no, they was hugging and everything. They called each other sister and everything! Jeanne was drunk up in that tower keep having some pains and Johanna came up to check on her.” Wilhelmina squeezed Olav’s arm, absolutely loving the gossip. “Jeanne even smiled! Well you know she smiles but she tried her best for it and everything.”

“I’m rather skeptical. If they were, the public would have known about it a long time ago.” The king obviously couldn’t help but question it. Seems a bit too convenient for Johanna as well. Suddenly the two find out they are sisters after having a falling out? Way too convenient. “But I’ll ask Jørgen about it. He was rather secretive last December about something.”

She started to clap her hands together, “That must be it then! Think about it, Jeanne was going to kill him until you calm her down and then I had to calm you down when talking to him. He figured out they were sisters! How else did he negotiate with Jeanne about getting those restrictions removed, it’s because he’s dating her sister!” Wilhelmina started to reach into her pocket. “We should call him right now and demand the full juicy story! Oh this is so great! It’s got everything, love, love and more love!”

“You and your gossip.” Olav gave Wilhelmina a few head scratches. “But call him, it’s gonna be a while since we are going to meet him again. He did well in ensuring Esta didn’t bother us.” By us the king was mainly referring to himself, his wife having a soft spot for the she-devil afterall.

“Okay, okay we can do a video chat.” Wilhelmina selects ‘Peacock’ on her contact’s list. The phone rings for a few seconds as the two are cuddled up together. After a few moments, the good Jarl was on the screen. Shirtless and his body covered in water.

“Hey you two lovebirds.” He gave a chipper tone, the elven man smiling widely. “Are you two just getting started?”

“Are Jeanne and Johanna sisters?” Wilhelmina blurted out all in one go from the excitement. “They called each other sisters at my birthday party, when Jeanne was drunk.”

“Uhhhhhhh…” Jørgen looked around for his handler. Seeing Johanna isn’t around him. “Hey Old man, how’s the train?” He at least tried to switch the subject. “I got a new bird! Well birds! Wanna see?”

“Sure, If you answer her question first. Boy.” Olav said with a small smirk on his face.

“Hey I’m not in trouble! You can’t call me boy. We have a system old man.” Jørgen protested, in his utter adorable tone.

“Smiles, who are you talking to?” Johanna’s voice was heard off screen before the disgraced former prime minister stood behind the Jarl, leaning over to look at his phone. With her long white hair being completely wet and with her wearing a light blue bikini.

Olav kept a warm smile despite the fact that a corrupt politician was pressing herself up against his son or little brother depending how angry he was at him at the time.

“Are you and Jeanne Pierre sisters?!” Wilhelmina asked excitedly.

Johanna just let out a sigh. “Well, Jeanne technically already revealed it. But yes we are. But in the name of the spirits, do not reveal this to anyone.” She gave the queen a begging look as she said that.

“Told you Olav!” Wilhelmina smiled brightly at her husband. “You thought I was believing in conspiracy theories again.”

Jørgen was completely red in the face, for a completely unrelated reason. He could have moved his phone out more so they both could be captured without Johanna needing to press up against him. He, of course, didn’t do that and kept it the same distance. “So these new birds I got, they’re really cool kind of penguin species, I have them hosted up in Osfjord animal reservation.”

The king was rather quiet at the information, not giving off the expression of someone who was surprised yet his silence was enough to give it away. Though he spoke up before anyone could ask about the birds, that only the Jarl was interested in. “Did you send agents to the Federation for that purpose?” He let out a more serious tone.

“So these little guys, right? They’re really small and have to group up when they lay their eggs or else they fall over.” Jørgen completely ignored Olav’s very serious question to talk about his birds. “It’s so cute! Isn’t it Icy?” He looked over at Icy, who was also. Giving a very serious expression.

“Jørgen.” The king’s tone was firm, giving the boy a small glare. Not one out of anger but more mild annoyance. Though the same could not be said about Johanna who gave him a more colder look.

“Be honest Jørgen. Tell him about it.” Johanna’s tone was calm as she let out a small sigh giving him a peck on the lips. “Please?” Her tone was a bit more warmer, no longer being as cold. In spite of the Jarl’s nickname to her.

“Yes they were… I had to make sure proper sure. I didn’t don’t wish to explain more than I have to because it would leak more information about others than I would ever give out.” Jørgen spoke with a serious tone. “I had a good reason, more than just a DNA evidence to ensure I was correct in my suspicions. I won’t give anything more than that, if my girlfriend wants to, then that is her wish but I won’t give it out.”

The king let out a deep sigh. “Explains Jeanne’s anger. It is done now, at least. I hope you learned an important lesson from.” He squeezed Wilhelmina’s hand mainly to calm himself. There was no point in becoming angry at the boy. “I’m happy that you’re being honest, Jørgen. I won’t pry more than this.”

“I’m always honest, but I want you to know that I learn nothing from this and honestly when you think about it. I actually got positives out of this, I should do more background checks on people and test their DNA. After all, maybe we’re actual blood brothers after all.” Jørgen cracked a smile, absolutely taking his opportunity to mess with his big brother. “I mean when you think about it, I have white hair, Wilhelmina has white hair. Your ancestors had white hair, don’t even get me started on the history you keep telling me I should hide about the first Jarl of Vakrestrender.”

Olav rolled his eyes. “Yes, and Johanna and her sisters do too. I guess we’re all a big family, huh?” His tone was heavily sarcastic.

“Figured, I had an anime produced about that much.” The idiot Jarl continued. “We’re a big family, in fact, we’re all actually written by two people. I know this because I had to make sure my family name wasn’t dragged through the mud. That being said, in order to make sure I was still always adorable, loving Jarl they made me into a bit of an idiot.” He starts laughing.

Johanna flicked Jørgen’s nose but let out a small chuckle as she laid her head on top of the Jarl’s shoulder.

“Well some should tell the writers to get more unique in designs.” Olav shook his head in amusement, giving his wife a peck on the cheeks.

“Oh shush, it’s working in your two favor.” Jørgen rolls his eyes. “Never thought I would end up loving a sister of a socialist but the Spirits have a strange way about them.”

“Well a socialist no, but an older person most certainly given your track record.” Wilhelmina giggled, nuzzling into Olav. “White hair, older and more experienced than you. Oh of course being someone who would absolutely cause headache to- My husband.” She almost brought up his family but thankfully, she had enough good reason about her person to stop herself from bringing that up.

“Well, I won’t complain about his type.” Johanna gave the Jarl a kiss on the cheek, having a small smile on her lips. Not wanting to add to much of the teasing of her boyfriend.

“Should have chosen Eve instead.” Olav mumbled out but being a bit louder than he meant to, causing him to internally curse. “Sorry. I know you weren’t interested in her, I shouldn’t have made that comment.”

Wilhelmina gave a harsh stare at her husband. If she wasn’t an Akuanist, spirits know she would have hit him already. Hit him gently of course. They’re normal people and hitting your partner shouldn’t be something ever done.

“Well, after seeing Jeanne and her wife, Eve and Johanna in their swimsuits. I think I should have simply done like the Akuanists up north and loved all of them.” Jørgen was very fucking quick to take the heat off of Olav and onto himself. “I mean you simply must see the sisters in a swimsuit, it is simply to-” He was cut off by Johanna very loving and not at all scary squeeze.

“Oh it was not that much of interest, I assure you.” Johanna said in a calm tone, though the cold glance she gave Jørgen made clear that she was greatly annoyed.

“Better be careful around her Jørgen.” Olav said in a joking tone though did give a thankful nod towards the Jarl, knowing his little brother well enough of why the boy did it. “I have my own wife to look at anyways.” He gave Wilhelmina’s waist a squeeze.

“Well, what is of interes-” Jørgen stopped himself after looking at a very upset Johanna. Not upset in the way one would easily see but a clear look in her eyes that spells trouble. He quickly looked back at the camera with a bright smirk and pleading look in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, your majesties. I think I need to have a moment with your little brother.” Johanna said in a respectful and calm tone, her arms around his waist becoming even tighter.

“Well. I guess we will leave you two love birds.” Olav said as he was about to end the call, leaving his little brother to his fate. Ignoring the Jarl’s increasingly pleading look.

Wilheimina couldn’t help but give a laugh. “Try not to anger her too much now, Jørgen.” She teased before snuggling into Olav. Giving a warm pur against his broad chest, feeling warm and safe around her husband.

As the Jarl was pulled away by an angry Johanna the king ended the call, with him letting out a sigh. “Gods may they have mercy on that boy, because she won’t be giving it.” He shook his head. He appreciated the Jarl’s willingness to take the attention away from him… Doesn’t mean Jørgen had to dig a bigger hole.

“Spirits never thought he would be like that in all my years.” Wilhelmina giggles warmly against her husband cuddling up to him. “Could you imagine that your little brother, watching and taking care of our children for all those years, ended up like that? I always thought he would end up with someone more like him and barely interested in any form of lewdness.” She kept puring and softly giggling against Olav. “Our little peacock is all grown up.”

“I rather try to not think about it, thank you very much.” He rolled his eyes as he gave her a kiss on the forehead enjoying her cuddling into him. “I’m certain your constant teasing is partially to blame.”

“Hey if he got him to find a partner, isn’t that a good thing? He hasn’t dated in years after Wilan and both know he needs someone to love. Yuri has vacation days and he needs someone to be with him at all times.” Wilhelmina gave a very serious tone. “You know how us Akuanists are about being alone and he is in a very unique position already. You prefer Johanna’s sister, but we need to be honest. Johanna is the better pick for him as a Jarl. I hate politics and so does he, but he has to be political.”

“Look. I’m happy that he is happy, I won’t deny that Johanna had a positive impact.” Olav started saying in a calm tone looking down at her.

“First, I can sense a but incoming and second, while my Norgsveltian isn’t great but it should be is having a positive impact.” Wilhelmina quickly interrupted giving her own serious look up at her husband.

But.” He gave a slightly annoyed look towards her before he continued on. “That doesn’t make Johanna a good choice as a partner. Even if I understand your point, and even If I was about my statement about Eve. Which I’m sorry for. That doesn’t mean I will approve of their relationship. It never likely will.” He let out a heavy sigh as he gave his wife a more genuine tired and almost melancholy look. “Johanna betrayed an oath, sweetie. An oath to our institutions, yet broke it in exchange of money. And instead of confronting her sin, she fled. I-”

Wilhelmina stopped her purring against her husband. “Yes it is actually, she is a good partner for him for better or worse. She converted to Akuanism, sin is far more forgiving than the harshness that you produce. Could you think how Eve would handle helping him during the Akuan conference? The Aikkian Queen? She couldn’t. Johanna is barely a pinky deep into it all but she handled it to the best of her abilities. I love him but he isn’t any…” She stopped herself before she went too far. Quieting her tone, her kemonomimi ears lowered onto her head. Resting against her husband. “He’s in over his head, and Johanna is someone who he loves and not only that but can pull him out of the water. The Akuan Conference and her help proved that much… I know the Oath is important but shouldn’t helping one of the three families count for something?”

The king just fell silent for a moment as he processed all what she said, with him letting out a sigh. “It’s not just the Oath. It’s the ramification of everything about this. You realize how much of a negative perspective this will give Akuanists? It gives the image that the crime of politicians in Norgsveldet can be ignored if they know the ‘right wealthy Akuanist’. There politicians wanting Johanna be deported back to Norgsveldet for this very reason.” Olav said, holding his hand out to make clear he wasn’t finished yet. But it was ineffective.

“I’m not going to dance around the subject, I love him to bits but he is not Kristoffersen, he is not Øyvind and he is not Mathias. That fact that his family hasn’t suffered so much isn’t out of his intelligence but out of the kindness of others. He is a political idiot, he doesn’t know what he is doing and is still going off of his father’s old books and journals for a plan.” Wilhelmina started to tear up, “I miss Øyvind just as much as you do but he is gone, and all his responsibilities are on Jørgen now. Spirits guide his heart, but Jørgen doesn’t know what to do as the head of one of the most important families in Akuanism and I know he told you as much. The Akkian queen, spirits bless them. If they weren’t as kind and nice as they are, they could be the only family in charge of so many things in Akuanism. They could have easily taken advantage of the situation but they didn’t. Jørgen needs help, he needs full time help with extremely important things that you can’t help him with. Johanna isn’t perfect but at least she is there and she is always trying.”

The king just wrapped both his arms around her holding him closely and tightly, giving her a kiss on the forehead. He rested his head on top of hers, as he took a moment to mentally prepare himself before he spoke. “I know. I know he is not like them, he is my little brother. I know he is well over his head. I wish I could help him more, but I can’t. He can’t replace all that Øyvind was able to do. I… miss him deeply, but you’re right.” His tone was low, sympathetic yet firm. Not going to let the sadness build up be shown. “I just wished he would get a partner that was able to do what Johanna can do without all the baggage. From her age, to her cold calculated view of the world, from her Oath breaking and the political disorder she caused back home. I can’t help but be skeptical. I know how she is, sweetie. She was my prime minister for almost six years. During those times there were only two things to describe her. Ambition and cunning.” He looked down at her with a sympathetic look. “I’ve made clear that I can’t nor will I stop him from dating and eventually marrying who he wants. And when push comes to shove… I’ll defend his decision. But I can’t in good conscience to mentally approve of Johanna. Not when she has that dragon tongue of hers.”

“I miss them so much.” Wilhelmina started to properly cry onto Olav’s chest. Pushing her head into his chest. Wrapping her arms around his powerful chest. “Why did they have to go so soon… Why did those kids have to die…” Her voice was cracked with sobs. “I-I don’t understand why… I-I missed Øyvind, Mattis and even the old man… They never meant anyone harm, they never did harm… Why… Why did they die, t-they was good people…” Her tears sinking deeply into Olav’s shirt. “Øyvind… His wife and children… Why did they have to leave so soon… To leave our little babysitter all by himself…” She couldn’t stop herself, she tried but couldn’t stop crying onto her husband.

He kept hugging her tightly, both to continue comforting her but also himself. He let her cry into his shirt for a long while, but he wouldn’t let himself cry. Simply closing his eyes as he let himself focus on his sadness. Wishing he could have stopped it.

15th December, 2017
C.D.R; Federation of the Southern Coast of Lapérouse

Olav tightened his tie as he waited for the recently elected Federal Prime Minister, a month before she was going to be inaugurated. As was per tradition for the relationship between the Norgsveltian Crown and the Côtois leadership. Though for the middle aged king it would be his first time to do this, with the previous FPM Judith Ardouin having been in charge since the 80s. It was partially amusing and worrisome how rarely Norgsveldet’s most important partner changed its leadership. His hope that Pierre’s populism didn’t cause too many issues for the relationship between Crown and Prime Minister. He took a sip from his cup that was filled with Côtoise made coffee, since he knew they would be annoyed at him drinking Eyjarian coffee instead, as he waited a couple more minutes for Pierre to step into the meeting room. Which was filled with Monarcho-Socialist symbolism, he still remembers having to read the letters and books of Pépin Morel when he was High Jarl of the Federation.

Jeanne Pierre stepped through the long hallways of the massive government complex of the Chantilly. The beating heart of the Côtois government, and all influence around the world. Yes she was populist, but more importantly she was extremely well connected both politically and economic. Being far more Rochefortist than even the Rochefort faction candidate they put forward. More internationalist than what the Technocrats could offer. She was on the extreme end of Côtois politics, yes, but what made her different was several factors. One she was a minority, both in species and ethnic group. She was of course secular, but a secular Akuanist which carries its own burden. She was human, in a Kemonomimi majority country. Humans are by far the smallest minority in terms of species. She was a secular Akuanist, who not only was a human but a secular Akuanist who directly challenged the massive militaristic culture. Fighting for her right to be in combat arms, rather than simply accepting her role in support roles for the self defense force. Like all Akuanists are assigned towards. Not even bring up her medical condition that slammed so many doors in her face. In some cases, quite literally. Duval Syndrome, the curse of eternal rage as those in the olden days called it.

She opened the door to meet with his majesty. Her suit being the standard colors of black pants and jacket, white undershirt with a bright red tie. Royal Worker’s Party and flag of the Federation pinned to her collar. She met the king before, though at that time she was still a minister and left during the cabinet meeting when she was called upon by the SDF to assist. She closed the door behind her, giving a respectful half-body bow towards him before moving across the decorated parlor to shake his hand more directly. She was, of course, filled with anxiety, but her medical condition suppressed any emotion that might show as much. Her face looking our of pure anger, which her tone very much carried the motion. “Your Majesty.”

The king could not help but slightly raise his eyebrow at her tone. He has been told earlier about her medical condition. Though not in significant details, he knew it would make her look more angrier yet that shouldn’t affect her tone towards him. Yet he gave him a wide fatherly smile. “Mrs. Pierre! Come in and sit down, I’ll pour you a cup of coffee!” He said standing up as he grabbed the coffee pot and already began pouring her a cup of coffee. “I’ll try to not keep you too occupied, must be quite the busy woman after all with your new job.” He let out a small chuckle as he reached out to a tray that had tiny cups of milk in them before stopping up. “Ah, do you want milk in the coffee or just completely dark?”

“Plain please, thank you.” She might have sounded a bit louder and more angry than normal, due to her excitement. She used to apologize and explain her medical condition about why she looks and sounds so angry, but thankfully with her election campaign and public faceness, she didn’t have too anymore. It was common knowledge within the Federation and she secretly hoped the Monarch would know beforehand. That being said the fear in her mind crawled forward, putting ideas in her head that King Olav didn’t know and just thought she was an unpleasant woman. Jeanne didn’t want to assume his majesty wasn’t well-read about the on-going of the Federation but such was her fear that she made a bad first impression when she spoke up. “Apologies for my tone and face, I have a medical condition called Duval Syndrome. It causes my voice and face to be conditionally angry unless I spend a great deal of focus on changing it, then it will stay like that for several hours and can be somewhat painful.” She gives her apology with another bow. Another bow in such a short time, making her over think again if she was bowing too much.

“Ah! No need to give your apologies, Mrs Pierre. My knowledge about the conditions was relatively limited, though I’m happy for your clarification on the issue.” After pouring her cup he walked to her side of the table putting the cup down as he then pulled out the chair for her, gesturing her to sit down. “Though I’m quite glad you are not angry at me, I am already good at making one woman in my life angry enough.” He joked as he began walking back to his seat as she sat down.

Jeanne sat down across from him, taking a sip of her coffee before placing it down onto the table. She crossed her arms before remembering her wife’s words and lowered her hands to her lap. “I suppose we have that in common then.” She tried to joke with him, though her tone made it sound like a threat. “My wife has been quite upset at me focusing on work, and told me that she thought I would stop being a minister.” She gave a laugh, which just sounded like a dragon crashing through the windows and slaughtering a family of five.

Olav was mildly surprised at her laughter but hid it well. One doesn’t spend the life of a royal without knowing how to hide one’s emotions. Though in his 15 years as king he never heard… Such laughter? “Well hopefully your wife wouldn’t be too mad keeping your time up. Now, you must have some questions right?” He sat down at his seat taking a sip of his own coffee cup. “You must have a lot questions afterall before you become inaugurated next month.”

Jeanne could feel how uncomfortable Olav was, something she was more than just aware of after dealing with a lifetime experience with people mocking her or questioning her laughter. Right now she had two pressing concerns. “Well, first is a question and the other is more of a notice.” She sipped her coffee again, drinking the pure bitterness of those delightful coffee beans. “The question is, what does Norgsveldet know about extra-Urthian life, unknown spacecraft entering into Urth’s atmosphere and any other relation information you could think of about E.Us.” She leaned in her comfortable chair towards his majesty, looking at him with great interest. Holding the coffee cup in her hands.

“I, what?” The king was rather confused, scratching the back of his head as he thought about it. Trying to contemplate If she was joking or not. “As far as I’ve been told, no there is no extra… Urthian life? My knowledge and information NCIS and intelligence service knows is of some countries refusing to clean up mess left after failed attempts sending spacecraft up. Mainly Tiervan.” He was hoping she was not going to judge him for taking her question seriously, If it was a joke he would have to give her some pointers…

She leaned back into her chair, giving a sigh that sounded like a dragon hissing. “Well… That is disappointing indeed, same as the answer I got from my government.” While her face looked utterly angry and pissed off, her actual emotion was one more of a depressing nature. When she learned her own government didn’t have anything on U.T. life, her wife, her loving wife tried to push up her spirits by telling her maybe the Norgsveltians might have something. Yet, if the King was being truthful and if the special relationship between the two nations met anything, he was. Norgsveltians have no information about U.T life. She would ask him further about things that some might consider crazy or conspiracies theories. She did have a job to do after all. She looked down at her coffee cup, in her least emotional disappointed state.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, I guess?” Olav said slightly confused before taking a sip from his cup. “If it helps, at least our space agency says it’s very certain there is other life out there. Just no visits to our planet yet.” He tried to amuse her somewhat.

“Two in the bush is worth less than one in the hand.” She joked back, though it still sounded like she was about to murder him right then and there in the parlor. “I suppose we have things to look forward to too.” She used her hands to force her lips to look like she was smiling. “Perhaps one day.”

“Perhaps one day.” He said raising his cup as he gave her a warm smile, though internally he wasn’t sure if he found her using her fingers to force a smile was sad or sweet or horrifying. “Now, what was the notice you wanted to talk about? I’m certain it can’t be too major right?”

She kept her fingers in place to keep her smile. Looking directly into Olav’s eyes. “The Federation will be siding with North Ymirland and going directly against South Hills. To make it clear, the Federation will be at a state of war against the United Confederation of Concordian States in order to protect the Ymir people against the imperialists and capitalists that occupy the south.”

The king was quiet for a moment, a good moment almost a half a minute before he spoke up again simply saying one thing.

“What do you mean you’re going to w-.”

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19th July, 2023
[Comlee; Jarldom of Meliaganz; Federation of the Southern Coast of Lapérouse]

Olav let out an irritated groan as he saw a recent governmental report to him, mostly around the worrisome developments in Nyveldet. He got a message from his daughter Alexandra that she had been asked by the prime minister If they had his consent to use harsher measures to bring stability to Ånslan and Duarlan, including permission to the stationing of Home Guard personnel around certain abortion clinics. “What a great way to start the morning.” Olav mumbled to himself as he put down the report to the seat next to him before taking a sip from his coffee cup. He and Wilhelmina have decided to wake up early for breakfast, and for the fact they will be having a small meeting with Jeanne Pierre, and various people of importance to the petite-nation today. As such he was already dressed in his royal suit, while his wife, who took a bit longer in the mornings, was still wearing her sleep wear.

Wilhelmina gave an annoyed sound, brushing out her hair. “Why does it always have to be in the mornings? Why can’t it be at brunch or something.” She looked at her husband with a moderately annoyed look. Using the hairbrush she got as a birthday gift from Esta the Protector. “Honestly, the day shouldn’t start until 11 A.M.” The queen kept brushing, looking down at her phone to see what her children texted her while she slept.

“Here I thought bakers would be used to getting up early in the mornings.” Olav teased her as he took a bite from the waffles that had been prepared for him. “If it makes you feel better, your day is starting better off than it is for Alexandra. Apparently Mr. Kirkeland had pestered her in the morning about deploying the Home Guard in several cities. Fearing more abortion clinics going to be attacked.”

“Ah so you told him no and that he should quit politics forever?” Wilhelmina finished brushing her hair, as well ears now having to get another brush for her tail. “As for that baking comment, I went to college so I could get a job that didn’t mean I had to wake up at 2 A.M. I’m not a morning person.” She says with an annoyed sigh.

“I told Alexandra that the Crown does not affect domestic policy, as such told her that it was not a matter for me to permit or not.” Olav just took a sip from his coffee, having a small smile on his face hearing her annoyance. Wanting to make a joke about Akuanists usually being morning people, but decided not to after seeing her glare at him.

She gave a squint of her eyes, damn well knowing what sort of comment he was about to make. Wilhelmina finished brushing her tail out, put down her brush and crossed her arms. “Say it.” She gave a teasing, but challenging tone.

“You know, I thought Akuanists loved getting up early in the morning. Thought the first thing you all did was waking up at 5 am and immediately hugging your neighbor.” He teased her knowing full well he was playing with fire, yet had a wide grin on his face anyways.

“Nope. Not having it.” She walked over to him, first reaching up to mess with his hair but couldn’t quite reach it. Having to settle on pulling his tie so as to make him bend down to ruffle up his hair. “You’re lucky, I’m in somewhat of a good mood today or ruined hair would be the least of your worries.”

“Well it is still very early in the day.” Olav said, letting out a chuckle as his wife ruffled his hair before walking back to her seat. “Hopefully we can enjoy the rest of it, it can make up for you having to wake up early and me having to deal with Kirkeland pestering our daughter about security.”

“Have I mentioned I don’t like Kirkeland today? Because I don’t. It isn’t just because he is a baby murder, but I just don’t like him around our children. You should have NCIS investigate him and then fire him.” Wilhelmina complains, stepping into a private compartment to change into her own suit rather than a dress. Closing the curtain behind her, “Also he has a very weak handshake and I know you don’t trust people with weak handshakes. So you can add that on the list to fire him.”

“Sweetie, you’re not the only one who doesn’t like him. Practically half the government doesn’t either.” Olav said, rolling his eyes at Wilhelmina’s comments. Taking another bite of his waffle that had brown cheese on it. “The UD seems guaranteed to be leaving the government any day now, so If you’re lucky he be forced to resign soon after.”

“Good that means half the government doesn’t like baby murder. I heard from Aurélia that Jeanne doesn’t like him either, mostly on the handshake thing though.” Wilhelmina gave a small chuckle. Stepping out of the dressing room compartment. Walking towards her lovely husband. Wearing a similar suit to his, but the difference being in her front jacket pocket where the royal family’s mark usually is there is a small plushie fox with a crown on it. She sat next to her husband, cuddling up to him and taking a bite from his waffles.

Olav had been too busy appreciating his wife’s new outfit to notice her biting his waffle, though once he noticed he immediately pulled the plate away from her. “Oi! Mine!” He chastised her as he used his long arms to ensure it was further away than she could reach. “You know normally when people are talking with friends one usually doesn’t spend time calling pro-choice folks for murders.” He poked her nose before wrapping an arm around her waist. Both to cuddle with her but also to keep her in place so she doesn’t try to reach for his pancakes damn it.

“It’s not yours, we’re in the Federation. We must do as the socialists do and share comrade Olav.” Wilhelmina teased him, poking his nose back and staring at the plate of waffles then her own plate composed of ‘healthy’ food. Which to say, is mostly vegetables and other plant stuff. All in preparation for her surgery. “How did you even get real brown cheese here? I thought the Federation was big on that whole veganism thing. Also in my defense, Aurélia is Côtois which by default, regardless of being an Akuanist makes her at least three ranks in being somewhat violent.”

“That only implies to capital, not my damn food.” He said giving a bite of his waffles to prove a point before pulling it away again before she could try to reach for it. “It wasn’t too hard, I just asked for it. You, however, are getting an important surgery, meaning you should eat more healthy beforehand.” He gave her a peck on the cheek.

“Oh you asked for it huh? Well you’re asking it from me now.” Wilhelmina gives a pout, gently resting her head on his shoulder looking up at him with her big yellow eyes. “Don’t you want to keep your wife happy? Was that not in our wedding vows, happy wife, happy life.” As she tries to distract him with her sad look, she reaches out her hand to pull the plate closer to her.

Though before she could even grip the plate the king’s large hand gently gripped her wrist pulling it closer to them as he gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Not gonna work, sweetie. “ He said in a warm tone, giving her a squeeze around the waist as he held her close. “Now come on, eat from your plate. We have a long day today. I’ll make you a very happy wife, later.”

“Yeah, a hungry happy wife.” She mutters under her breath, picking up her fork to eat. “I take it you’re looking forward to seeing Pierre when has to be nice and pleasant? Her wife told me she was even in a good mood today, and put on one of her ‘funny’ ties on.” She takes a bite from her plate, in an annoyed fashion.

“Well rather her in a joking mood rather than one yelling at me for whatever new thing our children decided to do.” Olav said in a joking tone trying to lighten the mood yet still saw her being quite annoyed. “Love you, sweetie.”

“According to Aurélia, she is actually quite a joker in her personal life. I don’t see it, and I saw her drunk before. Even her jokes are sometimes threats.” Wilhelmina gave a small chuckle, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “It’s okay I understand you’re just looking out for me and the whole surgery thing. However, I will remember you starving me next time I’m cooking dinner for us.” She gave a teasing smile, then going back towards her plate.

The king just let out a chuckle, shaking his head in amusement before taking a sip from his coffee cup before taking a note in his mind that he will take Wilhelmina out on shopping when they get the chance to in the city.

Taking a sip of her coffee, Wilhelmina stops eating for a moment to look at her husband. “Did Jeanne ever ask you about aliens?”