Disparagers of love, now hear my song.
Spark.
"She must have an heir!"
Welcome to the Isles. For about the millionth time that morning, the angry councilors, raka and luarin alike were in an uproar over the now not so newly crowned queen. Well, in all fairness, not over her, but over her martial status. Or lack of it.
Suddenly, a prominent conservative, a respected luarin in Rajmaut, said boldly, so all the room could hear, "She must marry soon. The realm cannot wait for the crown to discover her soul mate. For the safety & security of the county, Your Majesty, marry.
Before any stunned nobles had time to answer, the bell tower stuck five, and the meeting was adjourned. Somewhat wounded by the man's words, Dovasary Balitang slipped out, quietly and unnoticed.
The
half-raka,
half-luarin
monarch crept into her room, knocking into the captain of her own
guard. Court gossip had speculated since the coronation for
quite awhile that Taybur & Dove had had a relationship,
but it was, as most Court rumors go, never been proved true.
And it wasn't true. However, there had always been a certain
spark, a certain sidelong glance by the former young King
Dunevon's guardian and protector, and a certain flirtatious
glance in her eyes as Taybur recounted the day's security scares.
Yes, their defiently was a spark.
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The next day, the
captain of the Queen's Guard and the queen of the Copper Isles
announce their engagement.
Again, welcome to the Isles.