[What did she do to deserve him? Many men would be far away by now, not wanting to deal with an emotional wife and all this pregnancy hoopla. Or they'd bring in another woman to deal with her and make a hasty exit. But here he is, setting aside his duty, risking rumor and consternation, to be with her.
It's the least she can do to let go of his hand, giving him a smile before he goes to send a messenger. She curls up on the bed, tucked into a ball, trying to battle her anxieties and worry while she waits for him to come back.]
[She should know by now that he is nothing like most men. He's wanted nothing more than to have a family with the woman he loves. And now that they might have that chance, he's not going to run away and leave her to deal with this by herself.
And he's not going to send another woman to deal with his wife. Riona and he are a team, partners in every sense of the word. If he can trust her in his bed, with his heart and to guard his back, he can extend his trust to make sure that she's not alone. Ever.
It's only a small matter to signal to the messenger and relay the fact that he and the queen are indisposed. Should his uncle want to come and check on them, he would be more than welcome to wait in the damn antechamber like Alistair's valet.
When he's done, he comes over to the bed and sits next to her. He reaches out to pet her hair a bit.]
Sweetheart, no matter what, it'll be okay. I promise.
[It's not something she expected to have when she was growing up. Sure, her father was a good husband to her mother, but even he sometimes left her to her own devices, especially if it involved something he didn't feel comfortable with. And she heard her mother's friends complain about their husbands throughout her life. They told her the same would likely happen to her. Eleanor insisted she got lucky with Bryce, and hoped the same for Riona. But she didn't expect it.
No, Riona got even luckier.]
A thousand scenarios are running through my head. So many worries and ways things could go wrong. What if the taint kills it in the womb? Or after it's born? What if it makes it something not human? What if- [She sucks in a breath, clearly trying not to cry.]
[Well, the Maker did break the mold when he set Alistair down to terrorize Thedas with bad jokes and an unnatural love of cheese.
So, Riona has a one-of-a-kind husband. Isn't she pleased?]
My dear, sweet wife, we both knew that this could happen. I mean, there are stories of Wardens giving birth to perfectly healthy children, free of the Taint, even before the Calling takes them. They're rare, but... it happens.
So, let's concentrate on that. We'll drive ourselves crazy thinking about what could go wrong.
But it seemed so remote that I never really... [She shudders out a breath. It's really her fault that she didn't take the possibility seriously. Now she's left reeling with all the hypothetical scenarios.] I'll... try. I just - it's -
[He hadn't really relied on it being a possibility. He'd been contemplating who he could name as his heir since Conner was away at the Circle in Ostwick, Teagan was as of yet married and Anora was older than him. And unliked by a few of the Bannorn still for what her father and Howe had done during the Fifth Blight.
He pulls her into a tight embrace when she admits her fear. It's so rare that his wife is anything but the cool, self-assured rock he adores, but she's not a golem.]
It's okay to be scared, but I'm here with you. So, if you want to cry, cry. And if you want to yell, you can yell. And if you just want to lay here for a few hours, we can do that too. After the midwife leaves, of course.
[There's nowhere else she feels safer and more loved than in his arms. She leans into him, eyes closed as she tries to shut out the world for a minute. He's warm and safe, a rock solid presence she relies on.]
I'll... let's see what she says, and then we'll go from there.
[She remains curled up against him, wishing she could draw on his strength. Him being there helps beyond words as they wait for the midwife.
Finally, she and the healer arrive. Riona nuzzles Alistair before pulling back, sitting up as the mid wife approaches.]
"He," she jabs a thumb at the healer, "tells me you're with child?"
Possibly. He said there's a way you can determine...?
"Aye. You'll need to pull your skirts up, majesty." [She then casts a look at Alistair, expectant.]
He's staying.
[A raised brow, but nothing is said as she nods. The healer takes that as his que to turn away respectfully.
Riona scoots back, rucking up her skirts. She slides off her underwear, setting it aside. As the midwife sits down and begins to examine, Riona grimaces at the feel of cool fingers on her.]
[Ah, nothing like some crabby old woman to yell and point and make Alistair think back to his days when he first arrived at Bournshire. A sight that normally would make him want to kick everyone out of the room for private time with Riona is now something clinical and just the tiniest of bits scary.
However, he's not leaving. But he is happy that she's not going to fight him about it either.
He leans down to whisper into her ear though.]
You know, I could've done that like twenty minutes ago.
"But you can't find your balls with an Archdemon on your ass, Your Majesty."
[It's shock that keeps him from replying. It really is.]
[Riona tries to keep a straight, resolute face throughout the process, though it's difficult. Especially after that latest remark. The healer makes a protesting sound, and Riona gapes for a long moment before she gathers her wits.]
That's no manner in which to speak to your king! Maker's breath, he's perfectly aware of his own-
[She jolts a bit when a still cold finger pokes a particularly sensitive area.]
"I think I've seen all I need to." [The midwife steps back, and Riona immediately pulls down her dress skirt.
The healer turns around, eyebrow cocked.] "And?"
"She's got all the signs. Not to mention the bucket full of vomit now. And Her Majesty hasn't bled lately?"
No.
"Then that settles it. You've got a babe growing in there."
[though she certainly suspected as much, Riona's still a little shocked. Well, a lot shocked really. She meets Alistair's gaze, and it's clear she's reeling from this.] I...
[Before the midwife can speak, the healer cuts in (likely afraid of what else is going to come out of here mouth.] Your Majesties, this won't leave the room without your say-so. Given the circumstances, I understand this is quite a shock. We can take our leave, if you need some time.
[The shock wears off at Riona's indignant attitude on his behalf. It's a familiar sight for him.]
It's okay, my love. She can say what she wants.
[If she goes too far, he'll just toss her in the dungeons. Or send her help rebuild Lothering. He's quiet when she continues to ask Riona questions and he tries to remember the last time she'd turned him down because she was bleeding... And he can't.
He squeezes his wife's hand before looking at her to let her see how happy he is to hear that she's finally, finally pregnant.]
It's early yet, right?
"Certainly, no more than six weeks or so. It's why the Queen's losing her meals so often. Though, she'll probably want to stay in bed so she's not decorating the halls with that mess."
[Alistair looks over at the midwife and lets her know how displeased he is.]
You can leave, good lady. Healer, I'd like to leave this news in this room. Not until we can't hide it from others. We can say she's not feeling well due to.... the hot summer air.
"Of course, Your Majesty. We'll take our leave." [The healer bows.] "Congratulations to you both." [He eyes up the midwife next, just as displeased.] "Come, let's give them room." [He takes the midwife's elbow and semi-forcefully guides her out of the room. She bickers at him about being manhandled. As they leave, the healer can be heard snapping,] "Must you always be like that? To the king and queen no less-"
[The rest of their bickering mutes the moment the door shuts behind them. Left alone, Riona lets out a shuddering breath, hands clenched nervously in her lap. This is real. This is happening. She's pregnant.]
[Alistair just shakes his head as the healer and the midwife leave the royal bedchamber. It's surreal. This whole blasted day is surreal.]
I-I think so.
[It's not like he's really had parents of any kind, so now that it's come around, he's not sure what that means. He just knows that he wants to have a family with the woman he adores. She and Fergus lost the rest of their family during the Blight and the only addition they got was one clumsy, goofy man who thinks they're both wonderful.]
This is what we wanted, a family, a chance to share our lives with someone else. Right?
[The same fears she voiced before remain. This might be short-lived, or this might turn out to be the answer to their prayers. Only time will tell. A part of her wonders if they should really be getting their hopes up at all. But then, the fact that she got pregnant at all says something.
There's one thing she knows for sure, should this all work out. She reaches over and cups his cheek.]
[Whether they end up parents for more than this short period of time or for the rest of their lives (however long that might be), has yet to be seen. It's enough that the impossible has happened yet again. The Maker has given them this slight glance of the family that they could have and he wants it so much.
But only if he has her. Without her, it won't mean anywhere near as much.]
Yes, because I've had such stellar examples before now. [Of course he's cynical. That's just who he is.] I'll try not to ruin any good you'll do.
Alistair. [She holds his face between her hands, becoming quite serious for a moment.] You may not have had parents who raised you, but that doesn't mean you're going to be a bad one yourself. [This she has no doubt of. He's wonderful, and she knows he'll love their child endlessly. The thought of him holding their baby in his arms for the first time fills her with indescribable joy.] You. Will. Be. Wonderful. And there's no one I'd rather raise a child with more than you.
Well, since I've no real frame of reference, aside from the flying dogs of Eamon's stables, I guess the only way to go is up, right?
[He has to make a joke. It's too damn serious and scary. And it's easier to make fun of himself.]
Also, glad to hear that I get to at least raise your children. At least that'll help with the whole succession and Theirin lineage that the nobles are grumbling about lately.
[A lifetime of being made to feel inferior is hard to make him push through. He's gotten a lot better, but there are moments that he falls back on making himself small.
Her words, however, are a balm and he smiles again.]
Well, is it wrong that I hope this child favors you more? Or that they get your hair genetics?
[She knows it's hard. At least as much as she's capable of understanding. It's why she takes every chance she gets to do otherwise, to prop him up and make him feel loved and wanted.]
Not wrong, necessarily. I do have rather fabulous hair. [She grins. Look, it's her one vanity point.] But the Theirin seed runs pretty strongly, given how much you and Cailan took after Maric, and he his predecessors. I suspect if this is a boy, he'll take after you. Luckily, you're handsome to boot and wonderful, so it's still a good thing.
[Okay, but he wants her to concentrate more on herself. Especially since that would entail more than just her.
He reaches over and tugs at a curl that's fallen loose from her elaborate and beautiful hairstyle that she does in like two minutes every morning.]
Your curls with my bone structure, what could go wrong? [He's joked that he's handsome before and he knows that he favors his father and half-brother, so it has to be true, right?] Although, you're pretty great too you know.
As bad as it's going to sound, I hope we have a girl.
[Moira was a Theirin and a fierce queen to boot. And as much as he'd dote on daughter, he'd make sure that the nobles in Ferelden would eat her boot leather before they walked all over her like that thought they'd do with him.]
[Luckily Riona's attention can encompass more than just herself and the little life that's starting to incubate.]
Absolutely nothing. And with your eyes, the little one would be nigh unstoppable. Or at least ridiculously good-looking. [Her grin widens. A part of her still worries about getting her hopes up, but it's hard not to imagine what their child could look like.]
A girl? [She knows most would prefer a boy, but a girl has as much claim to the throne as a boy. And the image of Alistair doting on a little girl warms her heart. Let it be so...] I don't think it sounds bad at all. A daughter, a son... as long as they're healthy. But why a girl in particular, for you?
[Yes, well, she is really the entirety of his world. Especially right now.]
My eyes? They're not that special, aside from the fact they're in my ridiculously handsome face.
[Of course he's thought about what a child of the Theirin line would look like with Riona as his or her mother. Theirins and Couslands have been good-looking since the days of Calenhad. There's actual painted proof of that.]
I would be happy with either, of course. And I'm sure that some of the Banns would say that it's our duty to provide Ferelden with a boy. I just think that a girl might more heavily faovr you or your brother instead of my line. Besides, a girl in the castle is possibly less likely to try and steal my sword to play with and 'be a hero'.
But they are. I think they're lovely, and they make the best kicked-puppy-eyes look. A valuable asset to inherit, I dare say.
[Especially on a little girl, who'd likely have her father wrapped around her finger. Not to mention her uncle and Maker knows who else.]
A girl is just as capable of ruling as a boy, so they can stuff their faces and shut up. [Honestly, if they have any sense, they'd be glad they had a kid at all, regardless of sex.] She might. Or she might favor yours, or be a mix. As for- [But she pauses as his words sink in. "Be a hero". She's reminded of Cailan, and her heart sinks. That would be a concern of his, wouldn't it? That their child would repeat their uncle's mistakes. She leans over and kisses his forehead.] It all depends on how we raise them. Though, if it's a girl and she takes after me, she'll be trying to run wild and pretend to be a warrior, as a word of warning.
[Like he isn't. But, he's aware that sometimes he makes faces and she sort of caves in. Not that he abuses that, but it's something he's sure that a daughter would get him with every time because he hates it when Riona is unhappy or pouty. Their child is going to be a menace and he's so happy.]
Yes, I agree. My grandmother did a good job of leading the rebellion until she was captured. [THERE IS AN ENTIRE VALLEY NAMED AFTER MOIRA, so proof enough that a woman is fully capable of being scary and useful. Plus, there is the fact that Anora ruled Ferelden for the five years that Cailan was king.]
It would just be our luck to have her want to be a frontline ruler like her uncles and us. I suppose we'd better stress that there's a difference between heroism and foolishness.
[About her... everything, honestly. Alistair hardly hides the fact that he thinks she's the sun and moon and stars to him. Their child will only be more so. If things work out and they do wind up having a child successfully, she'll have to try and rein in their child's spoilment as much as possible.]
Ferelden has had great queens. Moira was an amazing woman. I'm only sorry she never actually got a chance to rule Ferelden. [Damned traitors. Luckily Maric survived the attack, but Moira's loss was a great blow. She remembers her parents talking about it, and how so many mourned for Moira.]
Let's hope she'll never have to be on the front lines. But yes, we'll have to be careful and teach her as much. [For as long as they're able. Even if Riona successfully carries the child to term and delivers a healthy baby, she and Alistair will be lucky if they live to see the child's twentieth birthday, if even that. Riona keeps it to herself, though. Now's not the time to worry about that.]
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Date: 2018-03-10 01:55 am (UTC)It's the least she can do to let go of his hand, giving him a smile before he goes to send a messenger. She curls up on the bed, tucked into a ball, trying to battle her anxieties and worry while she waits for him to come back.]
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Date: 2018-03-14 12:18 pm (UTC)And he's not going to send another woman to deal with his wife. Riona and he are a team, partners in every sense of the word. If he can trust her in his bed, with his heart and to guard his back, he can extend his trust to make sure that she's not alone. Ever.
It's only a small matter to signal to the messenger and relay the fact that he and the queen are indisposed. Should his uncle want to come and check on them, he would be more than welcome to wait in the damn antechamber like Alistair's valet.
When he's done, he comes over to the bed and sits next to her. He reaches out to pet her hair a bit.]
Sweetheart, no matter what, it'll be okay. I promise.
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Date: 2018-03-15 11:15 pm (UTC)No, Riona got even luckier.]
A thousand scenarios are running through my head. So many worries and ways things could go wrong. What if the taint kills it in the womb? Or after it's born? What if it makes it something not human? What if- [She sucks in a breath, clearly trying not to cry.]
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Date: 2018-03-17 03:36 am (UTC)So, Riona has a one-of-a-kind husband. Isn't she pleased?]
My dear, sweet wife, we both knew that this could happen. I mean, there are stories of Wardens giving birth to perfectly healthy children, free of the Taint, even before the Calling takes them. They're rare, but... it happens.
So, let's concentrate on that. We'll drive ourselves crazy thinking about what could go wrong.
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Date: 2018-03-18 04:02 am (UTC)But it seemed so remote that I never really... [She shudders out a breath. It's really her fault that she didn't take the possibility seriously. Now she's left reeling with all the hypothetical scenarios.] I'll... try. I just - it's -
[And here is something she rarely admits:]
I'm frightened.
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Date: 2018-03-20 07:04 am (UTC)[He hadn't really relied on it being a possibility. He'd been contemplating who he could name as his heir since Conner was away at the Circle in Ostwick, Teagan was as of yet married and Anora was older than him. And unliked by a few of the Bannorn still for what her father and Howe had done during the Fifth Blight.
He pulls her into a tight embrace when she admits her fear. It's so rare that his wife is anything but the cool, self-assured rock he adores, but she's not a golem.]
It's okay to be scared, but I'm here with you. So, if you want to cry, cry. And if you want to yell, you can yell. And if you just want to lay here for a few hours, we can do that too. After the midwife leaves, of course.
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Date: 2018-03-21 09:45 pm (UTC)I'll... let's see what she says, and then we'll go from there.
[She remains curled up against him, wishing she could draw on his strength. Him being there helps beyond words as they wait for the midwife.
Finally, she and the healer arrive. Riona nuzzles Alistair before pulling back, sitting up as the mid wife approaches.]
"He," she jabs a thumb at the healer, "tells me you're with child?"
Possibly. He said there's a way you can determine...?
"Aye. You'll need to pull your skirts up, majesty." [She then casts a look at Alistair, expectant.]
He's staying.
[A raised brow, but nothing is said as she nods. The healer takes that as his que to turn away respectfully.
Riona scoots back, rucking up her skirts. She slides off her underwear, setting it aside. As the midwife sits down and begins to examine, Riona grimaces at the feel of cool fingers on her.]
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Date: 2018-03-27 09:09 am (UTC)However, he's not leaving. But he is happy that she's not going to fight him about it either.
He leans down to whisper into her ear though.]
You know, I could've done that like twenty minutes ago.
"But you can't find your balls with an Archdemon on your ass, Your Majesty."
[It's shock that keeps him from replying. It really is.]
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Date: 2018-03-27 10:05 pm (UTC)That's no manner in which to speak to your king! Maker's breath, he's perfectly aware of his own-
[She jolts a bit when a still cold finger pokes a particularly sensitive area.]
"I think I've seen all I need to." [The midwife steps back, and Riona immediately pulls down her dress skirt.
The healer turns around, eyebrow cocked.] "And?"
"She's got all the signs. Not to mention the bucket full of vomit now. And Her Majesty hasn't bled lately?"
No.
"Then that settles it. You've got a babe growing in there."
[though she certainly suspected as much, Riona's still a little shocked. Well, a lot shocked really. She meets Alistair's gaze, and it's clear she's reeling from this.] I...
[Before the midwife can speak, the healer cuts in (likely afraid of what else is going to come out of here mouth.] Your Majesties, this won't leave the room without your say-so. Given the circumstances, I understand this is quite a shock. We can take our leave, if you need some time.
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Date: 2018-04-02 10:46 am (UTC)It's okay, my love. She can say what she wants.
[If she goes too far, he'll just toss her in the dungeons. Or send her help rebuild Lothering. He's quiet when she continues to ask Riona questions and he tries to remember the last time she'd turned him down because she was bleeding... And he can't.
He squeezes his wife's hand before looking at her to let her see how happy he is to hear that she's finally, finally pregnant.]
It's early yet, right?
"Certainly, no more than six weeks or so. It's why the Queen's losing her meals so often. Though, she'll probably want to stay in bed so she's not decorating the halls with that mess."
[Alistair looks over at the midwife and lets her know how displeased he is.]
You can leave, good lady. Healer, I'd like to leave this news in this room. Not until we can't hide it from others. We can say she's not feeling well due to.... the hot summer air.
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Date: 2018-04-03 01:11 am (UTC)[The rest of their bickering mutes the moment the door shuts behind them. Left alone, Riona lets out a shuddering breath, hands clenched nervously in her lap. This is real. This is happening. She's pregnant.]
Are we... are we really going to be parents?
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Date: 2018-04-08 04:24 am (UTC)I-I think so.
[It's not like he's really had parents of any kind, so now that it's come around, he's not sure what that means. He just knows that he wants to have a family with the woman he adores. She and Fergus lost the rest of their family during the Blight and the only addition they got was one clumsy, goofy man who thinks they're both wonderful.]
This is what we wanted, a family, a chance to share our lives with someone else. Right?
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Date: 2018-04-09 06:08 pm (UTC)There's one thing she knows for sure, should this all work out. She reaches over and cups his cheek.]
You're going to make a wonderful father.
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Date: 2018-04-12 07:24 am (UTC)But only if he has her. Without her, it won't mean anywhere near as much.]
Yes, because I've had such stellar examples before now. [Of course he's cynical. That's just who he is.] I'll try not to ruin any good you'll do.
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Date: 2018-04-18 07:31 am (UTC)[He has to make a joke. It's too damn serious and scary. And it's easier to make fun of himself.]
Also, glad to hear that I get to at least raise your children. At least that'll help with the whole succession and Theirin lineage that the nobles are grumbling about lately.
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Date: 2018-04-20 01:32 am (UTC)Our children. Ours. This baby is you and it is me. We'll be raising this Theirin child together.
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Date: 2018-04-20 10:14 pm (UTC)Her words, however, are a balm and he smiles again.]
Well, is it wrong that I hope this child favors you more? Or that they get your hair genetics?
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Date: 2018-04-22 12:09 am (UTC)Not wrong, necessarily. I do have rather fabulous hair. [She grins. Look, it's her one vanity point.] But the Theirin seed runs pretty strongly, given how much you and Cailan took after Maric, and he his predecessors. I suspect if this is a boy, he'll take after you. Luckily, you're handsome to boot and wonderful, so it's still a good thing.
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Date: 2018-04-25 03:00 am (UTC)He reaches over and tugs at a curl that's fallen loose from her elaborate and beautiful hairstyle that she does in like two minutes every morning.]
Your curls with my bone structure, what could go wrong? [He's joked that he's handsome before and he knows that he favors his father and half-brother, so it has to be true, right?] Although, you're pretty great too you know.
As bad as it's going to sound, I hope we have a girl.
[Moira was a Theirin and a fierce queen to boot. And as much as he'd dote on daughter, he'd make sure that the nobles in Ferelden would eat her boot leather before they walked all over her like that thought they'd do with him.]
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Date: 2018-04-29 03:56 am (UTC)Absolutely nothing. And with your eyes, the little one would be nigh unstoppable. Or at least ridiculously good-looking. [Her grin widens. A part of her still worries about getting her hopes up, but it's hard not to imagine what their child could look like.]
A girl? [She knows most would prefer a boy, but a girl has as much claim to the throne as a boy. And the image of Alistair doting on a little girl warms her heart. Let it be so...] I don't think it sounds bad at all. A daughter, a son... as long as they're healthy. But why a girl in particular, for you?
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Date: 2018-04-29 08:12 am (UTC)My eyes? They're not that special, aside from the fact they're in my ridiculously handsome face.
[Of course he's thought about what a child of the Theirin line would look like with Riona as his or her mother. Theirins and Couslands have been good-looking since the days of Calenhad. There's actual painted proof of that.]
I would be happy with either, of course. And I'm sure that some of the Banns would say that it's our duty to provide Ferelden with a boy. I just think that a girl might more heavily faovr you or your brother instead of my line. Besides, a girl in the castle is possibly less likely to try and steal my sword to play with and 'be a hero'.
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Date: 2018-04-29 08:42 pm (UTC)[Especially on a little girl, who'd likely have her father wrapped around her finger. Not to mention her uncle and Maker knows who else.]
A girl is just as capable of ruling as a boy, so they can stuff their faces and shut up. [Honestly, if they have any sense, they'd be glad they had a kid at all, regardless of sex.] She might. Or she might favor yours, or be a mix. As for- [But she pauses as his words sink in. "Be a hero". She's reminded of Cailan, and her heart sinks. That would be a concern of his, wouldn't it? That their child would repeat their uncle's mistakes. She leans over and kisses his forehead.] It all depends on how we raise them. Though, if it's a girl and she takes after me, she'll be trying to run wild and pretend to be a warrior, as a word of warning.
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Date: 2018-04-30 06:00 pm (UTC)[Like he isn't. But, he's aware that sometimes he makes faces and she sort of caves in. Not that he abuses that, but it's something he's sure that a daughter would get him with every time because he hates it when Riona is unhappy or pouty. Their child is going to be a menace and he's so happy.]
Yes, I agree. My grandmother did a good job of leading the rebellion until she was captured. [THERE IS AN ENTIRE VALLEY NAMED AFTER MOIRA, so proof enough that a woman is fully capable of being scary and useful. Plus, there is the fact that Anora ruled Ferelden for the five years that Cailan was king.]
It would just be our luck to have her want to be a frontline ruler like her uncles and us. I suppose we'd better stress that there's a difference between heroism and foolishness.
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Date: 2018-05-03 10:47 pm (UTC)[About her... everything, honestly. Alistair hardly hides the fact that he thinks she's the sun and moon and stars to him. Their child will only be more so. If things work out and they do wind up having a child successfully, she'll have to try and rein in their child's spoilment as much as possible.]
Ferelden has had great queens. Moira was an amazing woman. I'm only sorry she never actually got a chance to rule Ferelden. [Damned traitors. Luckily Maric survived the attack, but Moira's loss was a great blow. She remembers her parents talking about it, and how so many mourned for Moira.]
Let's hope she'll never have to be on the front lines. But yes, we'll have to be careful and teach her as much. [For as long as they're able. Even if Riona successfully carries the child to term and delivers a healthy baby, she and Alistair will be lucky if they live to see the child's twentieth birthday, if even that. Riona keeps it to herself, though. Now's not the time to worry about that.]
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