Warning: SPOILERS! SLASH! FEMSLASH! (sexist people) Not a oneshot.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Inheritance Cycle or its characters. The story is a work of fiction and in no way shall money be made from this endeavor. Any similarities to true counts of events or people are purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction or copying of this fiction is not permitted. The Ancient Language also belongs to someone NOT known as me.

Pairings: Eramur (Eragon/Murtagh), Aryada (Arya/Nasuada), Fanboy Orrin (in later chapters), arranged Blodaya (Blodhgarm/Arya)

This is set somewhere in the middle of Eldest.

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Ancient Language used:

Atra esterni ono thelduin, Arya Drottingu-May good fortune rule over you, Princess Arya

Atra du evarinya ono varda, Eragon Shadeslayer-May the stars watch over you, Eragon Shadeslayer

Thrysta-Thrust

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13: La-la-la, I'm bored

Beyblade: Then write!

13: I did, that's why this fic exists

Beyblade: Alright then. On w/ the show!-er, story

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Chapter One: Can't Have Two Queens

That's what she kept telling herself. It just wasn't logical. She would be rejected, cast out, abandoned. And so would her partner. And all that was important was keeping the other woman safe. Well, that, and the Varden, and Surda, and killing Galba-okay beside the point!

The tall woman cried out. It just wasn't fair! Why was it that just about every other girl got to choose who they would marry, and here was the most beautiful girl in camp (well, not in her opinion), while she was being forced into an arranged marriage with a half-elf thing, well, by name Blodhgarm.

Frustrated, she got up and began pacing about her tent. Quite suddenly, a there was a knocking on one of the tent poles.

"Come in if you'd like. I'm not busy," she called.

In walked the Blue Rider, raising his right hand to his lips and twisting it over his sternum in the way of the elves. "Atra esterni ono thelduin, Arya Drottingu" he said.

And so she replied, "Atra du evarinya ono varda, Eragon Shadeslayer."

"Lady Nasuada has requested your presence in her tent," he relayed, in that silly, childish voice Jarsha would always use. Eragon started to laugh, and not soon after, the elf joined in as well. However much they cherished that moment, it didn't last, for the two of them really were to report to Nasuada's pavilion. The walk to her tent was short and silent, seeing as how they had nothing to talk about.

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Jormundur noticed something strange about his mistress. Her eyes would repeatedly turn back and lay on…"thrysta" he heard…humm. He blacked out.

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Beyblade: That was lame…and short

13: (offended, runs away crying)

Beyblade: I apologize for the shortness of this chapter. Just plz review. I fear 13 will cry again. LOUDLY!

Beyblade: Hey 13, who hit Jormundur? And why didn't they just cast Jierda?

13: (Grins wickedly, then begins to sob again)

Beyblade: Help me!