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Crazy lady "I need a life" fic.
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Title: Pretty Pretty Princess (The Motherload of Drabbles)
Fandom: Legend of Dragoon (Sacred Sister centric)
Pairing: Misc. Or none. Depends. :D
Rating: Sheer, uncontained friggin’ idiocy. *see title.
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1.
Once upon a time, there was a queen.
This in itself is not so much of an event. Theresa had never instigated the launch of a thousand ships, or gone about butchering virgins. She had never raised the taxes, or had her twin sister imprisoned in the tallest tower in an iron mask.
She was, in fact, distressingly decent for a queen.
For the most part she was also a happy queen, and this made the king pleased as well. Kings who keep unhappy queens often find themselves facing assassination attempts and plots to Overthrow the Current Regime.
(There would be enough of that particular drama unfolding in Serdio, though to be noted, there were no queens involved.)
No, all of this trouble stemmed from that damn obligatory requirement that meant one thing: babies.
The Heir.
Theresa watched from her room high in the sparkling palace, watched fathers swing their children up onto their shoulders and fancied she could hear delighted voices laughing from the great height. Watched mothers hold their babies close and whisper lovely little nothings to quiet them and thought:
“I want to be a mother like that…”
(straight to heavens ears…and something heard)
Nearly a year later, there were two, perfectly pretty twin girls.
It was said to be a gift from God, though no one bothered to ask from which God that might be.
I'm going to stop cluttering your flist now.
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Title: Pretty Pretty Princess (The Motherload of Drabbles)
Fandom: Legend of Dragoon (Sacred Sister centric)
Pairing: Misc. Or none. Depends. :D
Rating: Sheer, uncontained friggin’ idiocy. *see title.
…..
1.
Once upon a time, there was a queen.
This in itself is not so much of an event. Theresa had never instigated the launch of a thousand ships, or gone about butchering virgins. She had never raised the taxes, or had her twin sister imprisoned in the tallest tower in an iron mask.
She was, in fact, distressingly decent for a queen.
For the most part she was also a happy queen, and this made the king pleased as well. Kings who keep unhappy queens often find themselves facing assassination attempts and plots to Overthrow the Current Regime.
(There would be enough of that particular drama unfolding in Serdio, though to be noted, there were no queens involved.)
No, all of this trouble stemmed from that damn obligatory requirement that meant one thing: babies.
The Heir.
Theresa watched from her room high in the sparkling palace, watched fathers swing their children up onto their shoulders and fancied she could hear delighted voices laughing from the great height. Watched mothers hold their babies close and whisper lovely little nothings to quiet them and thought:
“I want to be a mother like that…”
(straight to heavens ears…and something heard)
Nearly a year later, there were two, perfectly pretty twin girls.
It was said to be a gift from God, though no one bothered to ask from which God that might be.
I'm going to stop cluttering your flist now.