Disclaimer: The concepts and characters in this story are all credited to the genius of Andrew Hussie.
The troll known as the Summoner wondered when he first realized he was in love with the feared Gamblingnant, the scourge of both land and sea dwellers alike: Marquise Spinneret Mindfang.
Was it the tales he was told, and those that he read about the powerful and frightening Marquise? The stories in which she slew many, and then gathered all of the treasure, all of it? Perhaps it was the time when he saw the portraits and paintings done of her-the look in her eyes, that burning, fiery passion that was like the flaming breath of a dragon. Just maybe, it was when he had first seen her in person, as he had soared the skies. Luck was on his side as he had observed the proud captain on her deck, watching the seas for enemies, but thankfully, her eyes had never gone to the skies as long as he had been in sight.
It was an interesting idea indeed. When he fallen in red with her? When had she started to hold all of his pity? What was the moment that had happened in where he knew that she was the one for him-the matesprit that every troll dreamed about? What made his feelings for her so much different than possibly the millions of other trolls that fell for the tales of the beautiful Marquise? The daring pirate? The frightening terror that made even the Empress (in rumor) quake in the terror and horrors that she truly was.
Though as he looked at the beautiful troll that stood beside him, looking out in the sea as she had done so long ago, the Summoner realized that it never mattered when he fell for her.
What mattered is that she had returned his feelings, and that the two of them were together now.
So shyly, no! He was a confident man troll, so he seized the hand of his matesprit and gave him the most confident smile he had when she glanced over. She gave a soft chuckle at him, and allowed the display to continue. Her eyes were fixated on the sea once more, and he didn't care.
Even if she desired all of the treasure in the word. Even if he had to go with her to the ends of Alternia, and even to the moons that glinted above, he truly knew one thing. it was just one thing.
She was his.
And he was her's.
In the morning, when the burning red sun started to rise, that was truly all that mattered.
He looked with her his pity-filled eyes, and then to the sea and sky that were endlessly laid before them. Nothing stopped them, and they would go around to find all that was desired, to conquer every quest laid before him. No matter how large, how small, or if there was not a reward in it at all it just didn't matter. It hadn't mattered in quite some time.
If he was with his matesprit... then anywhere was fine.
If she was with him, he knew he would go from death and back for her.
She was his one and only.
Charan-Amaya: No one seems to realize how much I ship this pairing. I adore them.