En Route from the Capital to Leda's ancestral home
"You're not being quite as subtle as you think you are." Iranon smired as he rode up beside Leda. She was on her way home for her birthday, enjoying the lull in hostilities. Iranon and his friends were escorting her, along with her 'entourage' so as to make sure she was safe. Also to make sure the journey was as fun as it could be.
"The hell you talkin' bout?" Leda grumbled, slipping into a Bordertown accent.
"The oh so clandestine looks you keep casting at yon single mother." he said. Leda heard Wiseguy snicker from her other side. "Polaris might not have noticed them, but I'm pretty sure she's the only one."
Leda kept her face inscrutable. "There could be lots of reasons I'm looking in her direction. And not necessarily at her."
Iranon laughed. "Oh yes? Pray tell."
Leda scowled. "Give me a minute."
Leda's feelings for Polaris had not faded with time, in fact if anything they had deepened. And it hadn't helped that Leander had ever so casually remarked that;
"Should you marry Polaris her girl would become the heir to the throne."
She had retorted that she could never do something so horrible to Silar. But it had surprised her. As backward as many of the Elven traditions were, they seem to have never had any prejudice against same sex marriages, or gender restrictions on who could rule or inherit.
Leander's remark had come from a discussion about how the nobles were starting to get restless for her to marry and furnish an heir. There had already been some preliminary attempts to win her favor with this son or that daughter. Her chief advisor had been hoping that he could at least interest her in marrying for love, rather than politics.
"Meddling kids." she grumbled.
"The hell you talkin' bout?" Leda grumbled, slipping into a Bordertown accent.
"The oh so clandestine looks you keep casting at yon single mother." he said. Leda heard Wiseguy snicker from her other side. "Polaris might not have noticed them, but I'm pretty sure she's the only one."
Leda kept her face inscrutable. "There could be lots of reasons I'm looking in her direction. And not necessarily at her."
Iranon laughed. "Oh yes? Pray tell."
Leda scowled. "Give me a minute."
Leda's feelings for Polaris had not faded with time, in fact if anything they had deepened. And it hadn't helped that Leander had ever so casually remarked that;
"Should you marry Polaris her girl would become the heir to the throne."
She had retorted that she could never do something so horrible to Silar. But it had surprised her. As backward as many of the Elven traditions were, they seem to have never had any prejudice against same sex marriages, or gender restrictions on who could rule or inherit.
Leander's remark had come from a discussion about how the nobles were starting to get restless for her to marry and furnish an heir. There had already been some preliminary attempts to win her favor with this son or that daughter. Her chief advisor had been hoping that he could at least interest her in marrying for love, rather than politics.
"Meddling kids." she grumbled.