Author's Notes: The King and the Empress is a collection of (usually) unrelated Sanaki/Naesala oneshots that are too short to post on their own. Many of them will be spoilers for FE10, and all of them will, naturally, imply a relationship between Naesala and Sanaki, which may squick some people. If you don't like that, don't read it
"Good morning, Empress."
"Mnngh. Go away."
Naesala chuckled. "Hangovers are like that. Here, I brought you a glass of water. It won't help much, but it's better than nothing."
"…thank you." Sanaki took a sip of the offered glass. "Did they find out who spiked the punch?"
"Some Begnion noble with too much time on his hands and not enough common sense did it. The guards threw him out shortly afterwards, but it seems you didn't notice." He paused. "That might have been because you were occupied with draping yourself over the nearest nobleman."
She blinked. "Did I really?"
"Yes," he answered. "Luckily for you, your guards are already undertaking damage control, so I don't believe your reputation will suffer too badly."
"Ah. Good to hear."
"Then again, they might be a bit preoccupied, if what I heard was true…" Naesala mused.
"…I don't want to know, do I," she asked, sighing.
He chuckled. "Most likely not, Empress."
"I can't remember any of last night," Sanaki stated, setting the glass down, "but I assume you were sober?"
"Unfortunately, I was not. Tipsy enough to do ridiculous things, sober enough to remember them in the morning," Naesala explained ruefully. "Apparently, I lose all sense of taste when drunk."
"You have taste?" she asked incredulously. "That's a surprise."
He clutched at his chest in mock horror. "You wound me, Empress."
"You deserve it, King- err, Naesala." Sanaki paused. "Why are you still here? I'm not complaining, but I thought you were leaving for Serenes as soon as dawn broke, and I doubt that you decided to stay only because you wanted to inform me of last night's events."
Naesala smirked. "I have learned," he replied, "that women expect you to call in the morning."