@sonofgautier.bsky.social Sending me flowers every day for the past three months has not changed my answer, I will not become Ingrid’s and your live-in mistress.

I was never so poorly behaved. [Lies, he was just never caught.]

“I still cannot believe that ass poisoned me. Mildly, yes, but he had the gall to say it was because we were friends.”

@kingblaiddyd.bsky.social WHY IS MY MOTHER HERE IN THE CASTLE WHEN DID YOU INVITE HER OH GODDESS OH SHIT OH FUCK—

A gentle kiss is placed on @kingblaiddyd.bsky.social’s lips, a hum leaving his, even as he has to lean up to do so.

You’re eating it wrong.

Love of my life, please.

…-Babe.

Glenn will gladly claim credit for that, relaxing into Dimitri’s touch.

Ah, this is a slice of heaven, right here.

Head in Dimi’s lap, IMMEDIATELY.

He’s incredibly tired this morning still, his hair a tangled mess as he peers at @beautyetlacurse.bsky.social with a small smile. “My angel,” he mutters, half asleep still.

Rejoice for winter is over and the likelihood of dying in the cold is lessened. [Never an impossibility in Faerghus, but.]

Hello, love of mine.

I swear to Sothis—.

Aww, thanks hot stuff, but seriously. Tell your wife she’s absolutely not allowed to name your son Glenn. It’s a loaded name.

Do not name your kids Glenn, it’s a horrible name, I cannot recommend it at all.

“Nobody wants to stab him mildly.”

“I’d like my brother alive, even if he hates my guts for pretending to be dead for over a decade, thank you.”

“Do not stab Felix, thank you.”

Elizabeth is going to tear that man to shreds.

Oh tell me he did NOT do that—.

[Pouring tea for @sonofgautier.bsky.social] So you’ll never believe what Dorothea told me happened.

World cold and hard. Royal man titty warm and also quite hard actually he’s very well built. [Laying his head on @kingblaiddyd.bsky.social’s chest.] Goodnight.

On that front, we can only hope they send a letter soon… [He hates not being able to help if anything happens…]

…-She left Luin, Mitya. I know he wouldn’t let anything hurt her, but… [There’s so much that could go wrong. Too many unknowns.]

The stablehand said she left with Claude and an Almyran general! But she didn’t leave a note or say a word!

… What do you mean Ingy left for another nation without saying a woRD. THEY WOULD NEVER. WHAT HAPPENED.

I KNEW HE STOLE THAT ONE I HAD MADE-! What a pile of bullcrap he tried to tell me.

[BEGRUDINGLY GIVES CLAUDE ANOTHER POINT.]

Oh I know you’re big, Mitya. [GLENN PLEASE—.]

Just try not to crush me in the middle of the night, silly boy.

So now you joke about death?

My big lion-shaped blanket.

You are not sleeping on rocks, not so long as I breathe.

[Letting lightning cackle on his fingertips]

If you don’t love when a woman can and will kick your ass, a wife from Faerghus is not for you.

He at least has the mindset to marry a Faerghus woman.

Dimitri. Your back problems have gotten so much better since you started sleeping on a bed, why do you want to sleep on a rock?

He had the help of his wyvern.

If he can’t learn then he definitely doesn’t deserve her.

From you. I’m still going to judge whatever he got her.