PROMPT: Teagan + Alistair + Splintmail
The King's golden armor sat in a pile along the floor of his room. It was fancy and all, but Alistair just didn't feel right wearing it. His splintmail on the other hand, that was the stuff of comfort. His hol(e)y socks from his Chantry days, splintmail armor and a smile, that was all he needed to wear.
Teagan was the first to make a comment about the armor. "Your majesty, why are you wearing splintmail? You do have better armor to wear."
Fingers rose and scratched at the light brown locks atop Alistair's head. "Um…because I'm comfortable in it…" The response came out more a question than a statement. He continued, "The other stuff makes me feel like….well Cailan."
Alistair had seen this look before, the look that sprung to life on Teagan's face. It looked very much like a fox about to pounce upon its prey – all together too self-satisfied. "Oh I assure you, your majesty..." Teagan's hand lifted to cup the back of Alistair's neck. "You feel nothing like Cailan."