kawa~ inspiration #33
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Title~ Father Son Chat
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ They're both mine, don't nick 'em
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration 33. Just Mithé and Nol talking as father and son rather than king and prince, when everyone's pretty much left from Nol's hrai-dani.
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Nol folded his arms, tapping one finger impatiently against his crown. “I knew there was an ulterior motive in the Llayans coming,” he muttered.
The king spread his hands helplessly. “I only wish for you to have a strong queen by your side, Nolryn. Could you at least give Lynnlita a chance?”
The prince shook his head firmly. “Have you actually talked to her, Majesty?”
“She seemed to me to—”
“At length?”
Mithé frowned and narrowed his eyes at his son. “She seemed to me to be a nice young lady. She would do well as Raykin’s queen.”
Nol flopped back into the sofa, staring feebly at the ceiling. “She has no idea how the average Raykinian mind works! Her first move would be to banish all forms of beer from the kingdom and make Raykin as dry as Llayad. ‘It whittles away at the lifeblood of this fair kingdom,’ apparently. Never mind that it is the lifeblood of this fair kingdom.” He leaned forward to pick his tankard of palace brew from the table between them and raised his eyebrows at his father, silently querying him on his opinion of Lynnlita’s proposal.
Mithé cleared his throat carefully, but said nothing.
“Next,” Nol continued, idly spinning his crown on his finger, “She wants to disband the Own and most of the army, and have all the guys doing ‘proper jobs’, like ploughing fields and fishing. Can you imagine Melraan or Gylepi doing pottery? She wants diplomats in place of the army, and to have Tsayth defend us with swords instead of our own guys.”
“Well…” Nol could see the wheels turning in his father’s head. The both of them knew how important these two aspects were to Raykin, not only for the people themselves, but the treasury as well. Half the kingdom would be unemployed if there was no longer a demand for weapons or alcohol.
“There’s no way she’ll change her mind on this, Majesty. I argued half the night with her about how Raykin would despise her if she so much as whispered this idea of hers to them, but she won’t hear any of it.”
“Perhaps if I talked to her,” Mithé recommended carefully.
“Talk away,” Nol replied, kicking his legs off the sofa, “But I can promise you, she’s more stubborn than I am.”
“I find that hard to believe,” Mithé retorted, one eyebrow cocked in amusement.
Nol grinned and stood up, replacing his empty tankard on the table. “You watch, she’ll be up at dawn tomorrow, forcing her ideas down your throat.”
Mithé glanced out the eastern window at the dull, non-colour of the sky. “It almost is dawn,” he remarked.
Nol grinned wryly. “My point exactly. Night, Majesty,” he called over his shoulder, then ducked his head around the door to check for the Llayan princess before leaving for his bedroom.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ They're both mine, don't nick 'em
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration 33. Just Mithé and Nol talking as father and son rather than king and prince, when everyone's pretty much left from Nol's hrai-dani.
Nol folded his arms, tapping one finger impatiently against his crown. “I knew there was an ulterior motive in the Llayans coming,” he muttered.
The king spread his hands helplessly. “I only wish for you to have a strong queen by your side, Nolryn. Could you at least give Lynnlita a chance?”
The prince shook his head firmly. “Have you actually talked to her, Majesty?”
“She seemed to me to—”
“At length?”
Mithé frowned and narrowed his eyes at his son. “She seemed to me to be a nice young lady. She would do well as Raykin’s queen.”
Nol flopped back into the sofa, staring feebly at the ceiling. “She has no idea how the average Raykinian mind works! Her first move would be to banish all forms of beer from the kingdom and make Raykin as dry as Llayad. ‘It whittles away at the lifeblood of this fair kingdom,’ apparently. Never mind that it is the lifeblood of this fair kingdom.” He leaned forward to pick his tankard of palace brew from the table between them and raised his eyebrows at his father, silently querying him on his opinion of Lynnlita’s proposal.
Mithé cleared his throat carefully, but said nothing.
“Next,” Nol continued, idly spinning his crown on his finger, “She wants to disband the Own and most of the army, and have all the guys doing ‘proper jobs’, like ploughing fields and fishing. Can you imagine Melraan or Gylepi doing pottery? She wants diplomats in place of the army, and to have Tsayth defend us with swords instead of our own guys.”
“Well…” Nol could see the wheels turning in his father’s head. The both of them knew how important these two aspects were to Raykin, not only for the people themselves, but the treasury as well. Half the kingdom would be unemployed if there was no longer a demand for weapons or alcohol.
“There’s no way she’ll change her mind on this, Majesty. I argued half the night with her about how Raykin would despise her if she so much as whispered this idea of hers to them, but she won’t hear any of it.”
“Perhaps if I talked to her,” Mithé recommended carefully.
“Talk away,” Nol replied, kicking his legs off the sofa, “But I can promise you, she’s more stubborn than I am.”
“I find that hard to believe,” Mithé retorted, one eyebrow cocked in amusement.
Nol grinned and stood up, replacing his empty tankard on the table. “You watch, she’ll be up at dawn tomorrow, forcing her ideas down your throat.”
Mithé glanced out the eastern window at the dull, non-colour of the sky. “It almost is dawn,” he remarked.
Nol grinned wryly. “My point exactly. Night, Majesty,” he called over his shoulder, then ducked his head around the door to check for the Llayan princess before leaving for his bedroom.