Day 1 for Cavity week! ^.^ Enjoy!
Day 1 / July 21st / Sunday - Why do you ship cavity? What do you like best about the pairing? the least? How do you see these two getting together?
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything from Rise of the Guardians nor the Guardians of Childhood series. I am not William Joyce.
Pitch had regained control of the Fearlings and the darkness he lorded over not long after the Guardians had defeated him. Since then, he laid low, tending to the kingdom he had neglected while the Fearlings were controlling his body. He a good king: attentive to his subjects, swift to deliver punishment to those who stepped too far out of line, and his kingdom flourished. Delegations from other kingdoms were sent to congratulate him on regaining his mind, though some were skeptic that he could retain it. Some delegations offered marriage contracts, others alliances.
There was one delegation he was genuinely surprised to see.
It had been a boring day in the throne room, insignificant insect after insect buzzing in his ear just like the last 80 delegations had done. And then she walked in.
Well, flew in, surrounded by ten of her mini-selves. As soon as Toothiana, Queen of Childhood Memories and the last remnant of the Sisters of Flight, entered the throne room, Pitch sat up straighter, his posture tense as he eyed her warily. He had forgotten that she, in her own right, was still royalty.
He didn't feel too bad, though. The genuine surprise that flickered over her face when she saw him said she wasn't expecting him to be here.
The shadow that comprised part of his high collar whispered into his ear Toothiana's name and all of the titles that she held, just as it did for every single person that had visited him thus far. He greeted her smoothly, using the information given to him, and her feathers bristled.
"Pitch, what are you doing here?!" she demanded as her feathers fluffed out in rage.
"Asks the visiting Queen," he replied, resting his chin on the back of his hand, elbow on the arm of his throne. Crossing his legs, he looked disinterestedly at her. "This is my court, after all. What are you doing here?" Tooth glared at him.
"Greetings, Pitch Black, Scarer of children-" She cut herself off when low mutterings reached her ears. Her bravado faltered when she realized the visiting dignitaries were talking about her, and not Pitch.
She looked unsure.
"Toothiana, we shall talk later," Pitch insisted before his hand gave a little wave, shadows swarming Tooth and her fairies to transport them off to the side where the rest of the delegations waited. She rounded on him in protest but paused when the next royal stepped up to him, her infant daughter in her arms.
Pitch turned down the marriage contract as nicely as he could, intent on not lashing himself to a baby.
Tooth couldn't help but stare at the way Pitch conducted himself. . .like the king that he was. She found herself looking forward to their talk later.