Well, I forgot to post it here in FF, but here it is!

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Of everything that Dagda expected to happen on this crazy meeting with the Bog King, this was not on his imagination. And after everything he had heard about the Goblin King from Violet's father (the former Fairy King), he was ill prepared for the real thing.

You see, after a tedious march through the Dark Forest with his daughter and the Council, and a few Guards just in case, he was too tired for diplomacy. He even wanted things to go bad so he could finally stop this nonsense and go back to his quiet life in the Castle.

But they were welcomed with open arms, banquet and everything. The King seemed stressed to no end and Dagda wondered why, if in his letter (yeah, he could read and write! No one believed him until the Council examined the note) he sounded happy to finally have a word with the fairies.

"Welcome to my home," he had said, but his words sounded reaharsed and forced, "I am the Bog King. I believe you want business with me."

Marianne made an strangled sound when the goblin attempted to smile.

"Yes," the Fairy King said after a few moments of hesitation, and took seat by the other monarch on the long wooden table in the center of the room. "As I told you on my letter, we were hoping you were willing to open the old trade routes back."

Bog kept his forced smile on, making the fairy wonder why would he act like this.

"Obviously it is a matter to be deeply discussed, but I'm willing to hear what you want to say," the Council men that hovered around gasped and looked nervously to each other, not believing what the other King had just said.

Dagda ventured a glance to his daughter and found the smugiest smirk he had ever seen on her, and that was hard. Well, maybe after the Roland misunderstanding, even this behaviour was more than welcomed. He sighed.

He wanted his daughter back, but was all of this really necessary? He initially meant to make her happy by agreeing to her crazy idea, but the King didn't expect it to actually work! Goblins and Fairies were not meant to be together, to work together. Also, what would a goblin have that could be of interest for them?

As he observed the creepy decorations and the untasteful throne room, Dagda wondered if Bog King would use this opportunity to make his strike on his kingdom. If he was being so nice now only to stab them in the back later-

"Dad?" Marianne's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Yes?"

"We were talking about setting a date to formally meet to discuss the treaty," she seemed to be trying to not smile. And failing at it.

Dagda blinked slowly and turned his eyes to the other monarch, whose eyes were looking at his dear daughter with a strange glint in them. Maybe if he were less spooked and more focused he would have realized that Marianne was looking back at the goblin, both sharing a private and silent moment of glee.

And if he had looked at the Bog King a second longer, he would have had witnessed a tiny, and more real, smile on his lips.