[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.]
You know, I rather like it when you call me that. It makes me feel all... kingly.
[Oh, he's biased, for damn sure. And it's not just him she'll have to worry about. Leliana, possibly Wynne, Teagan, they'd all help him spoil his child.]
I hope so as well, but you're right that we'll have to teach her as much as we possibly can. [There are other concerns as well, like finding staff they can trust that won't be bribed to harm their child and godparent and tutors, but those can all wait for the right time.]
Well, my dear, you have me to yourself for the rest of the day. It's just like the Blight, but with less Darkspawn and more nobles. If you can believe it.
[But, yes, he likes it when she calls him "her dear". It just reminds him that she chose him when she could have really had anyone she wanted at the beginning of all of this. He's half-sure that Leliana and Zevran both would have gladly bedded Riona as well.
Not that he'd have liked watching her with anyone else, if he's honest.
He raises an eyebrow at her and climbs in beside her on the massive bed they share.]
You're not asking me. I'm saying that you have it. It's done. I've made up my mind and as I'm king, they all have to listen to me. You made sure of that, you know. So, if you want to nap, nap. I can read reports and whatnot while you rest, but I'm not leaving this bed any time soon. Eamon or Teagan can stand in for us for a day.
[And somehow she's not surprised he's being adamant about this. She supposes she could argue and insist he go down, even if only for a little bit. But they often have to put their duty above their personal lives. It's nice to just be able to indulge every once in awhile.]
I suppose I did. All right. I'm going to get changed into something more comfortable.
[Riona gets up and walks over to her armoire. Her current dress is for show, not for sleeping. She undoes the strings and lets it pool to her feet after she shrugs it off. That does leave her corset, however. She huffs out a sigh. She undoes the ties and reaches back, wrenching it open bit by bit until it loosens enough for her to take it off.]
[He could be a bad husband and watch her struggle with her dress and corset. He could. He loves watching her undress. Of course, he's always loved watching her move. Her shapely hips, her lovely shoulders, her soft hair.... He loves all of that about her, but he honestly can't stand to see her fight against things by herself.
He's not a bad husband.
Alistair leaves the bed and steps over to move her hands so he can help her with the stays of her corset. And then he loosens it more so that he can slide it down her back and hips to join her dress on the floor until she's in nothing more than her panties.]
My love, you really should ask for help more often. Some people around you want to assist you.
[Riona looks over her shoulder at him, giving him a little smile. He looked so comfortable on the bed and he'd just sat down; she hadn't wanted to ask him to get up already.]
Thank you. I've done battle with corsets before, and I didn't want to ask you to have to get up.
[But now that he's up, he can continue to help more if he'd like.]
While I look for something to sleep in, would you mind undoing my hair? Just take out the pins and the rest should take care of itself.
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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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Date: 2018-05-04 08:29 am (UTC)[Oh, he's biased, for damn sure. And it's not just him she'll have to worry about. Leliana, possibly Wynne, Teagan, they'd all help him spoil his child.]
I hope so as well, but you're right that we'll have to teach her as much as we possibly can. [There are other concerns as well, like finding staff they can trust that won't be bribed to harm their child and godparent and tutors, but those can all wait for the right time.]
Well, my dear, you have me to yourself for the rest of the day. It's just like the Blight, but with less Darkspawn and more nobles. If you can believe it.
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Date: 2018-05-06 08:29 pm (UTC)[She likes to switch it up between endearments, but she'll remember to use that one more often, if he truly likes it so much.]
We will. Somehow we'll make it work. We won't be perfect and she'll have her flaws, but she - or he - will be our child.
[And that's more than enough for her. But that's for later on. Right now, they need to focus on the present.]
I can't ask that of you. We have petitioners, and other meetings and whatnot. My stomach still feels a little uneasy, so I might just rest.
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Date: 2018-05-09 12:18 am (UTC)[But, yes, he likes it when she calls him "her dear". It just reminds him that she chose him when she could have really had anyone she wanted at the beginning of all of this. He's half-sure that Leliana and Zevran both would have gladly bedded Riona as well.
Not that he'd have liked watching her with anyone else, if he's honest.
He raises an eyebrow at her and climbs in beside her on the massive bed they share.]
You're not asking me. I'm saying that you have it. It's done. I've made up my mind and as I'm king, they all have to listen to me. You made sure of that, you know. So, if you want to nap, nap. I can read reports and whatnot while you rest, but I'm not leaving this bed any time soon. Eamon or Teagan can stand in for us for a day.
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Date: 2018-05-16 01:51 am (UTC)[And somehow she's not surprised he's being adamant about this. She supposes she could argue and insist he go down, even if only for a little bit. But they often have to put their duty above their personal lives. It's nice to just be able to indulge every once in awhile.]
I suppose I did. All right. I'm going to get changed into something more comfortable.
[Riona gets up and walks over to her armoire. Her current dress is for show, not for sleeping. She undoes the strings and lets it pool to her feet after she shrugs it off. That does leave her corset, however. She huffs out a sigh. She undoes the ties and reaches back, wrenching it open bit by bit until it loosens enough for her to take it off.]
Bloody thing.
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Date: 2018-05-19 06:20 am (UTC)He's not a bad husband.
Alistair leaves the bed and steps over to move her hands so he can help her with the stays of her corset. And then he loosens it more so that he can slide it down her back and hips to join her dress on the floor until she's in nothing more than her panties.]
My love, you really should ask for help more often. Some people around you want to assist you.
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Date: 2018-05-20 03:26 am (UTC)Thank you. I've done battle with corsets before, and I didn't want to ask you to have to get up.
[But now that he's up, he can continue to help more if he'd like.]
While I look for something to sleep in, would you mind undoing my hair? Just take out the pins and the rest should take care of itself.
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