Polyandry [Suikoden V, Lymsleia, T]
Title: Polyandry
Word count: 1,358
Fandom: Suikoden V
Rating: T
Warning: Ending spoilers and adult situations.
Prompt: 16th - Suikoden V, Lymsleia: multiple partners - she never married again, but she never lacked for company, either.
Summary: No more Sacred Games, and that means no more Sacred Consort King for Lysmleia, either.
Queen’s Knight Miakis cleared her throat before knocking the large oak doors that leads to the Queen’s bedroom, fighting off the urge to sigh. She waited about fifteen seconds before repeating the exact tap-tap motion on the wood’s surface, eliciting an incomprehensible groan from the other side.
“Your Majesty, ready or not, I am coming in,” Miakis said, turning the doors’ handle, preparing herself for the worst.
The Queen has wrapped herself in the large chestnut colored blanket up to her neck, her long brown strands almost reaching the floor. Even without all her regalia, Queen Lymsleia was a stunning beauty, but Miakis was holding her breath for all another different reason together.
“Good morning, Your Majesty,” she greeted, before eyeing another lump that moved beside the Queen on the bed. “And good morning to you too, Sir Euram.”
Euram Barows’ golden head poked from inside the blanket, greeting Miakis’ ominous smile with one of his own.
Lymsleia climbed down her bed and reached for the cup of tea that the maid brought to her, oblivious of her bare condition. Repressing a groan of annoyance, Miakis grabbed the robe that was scattered on the floor, and pulled it around the younger woman’s shoulders.
“You have to be up early today, Your Majesty,” Miakis quietly continued, ignoring the sight of Euram dressing in the other side of the bed, “The envoys from the Island Nations arrive today, and Commander Skald Egan will be leading them.”
“Miakis, you think I would forget about Grandfather’s arrival? He sent us letters almost every day, demanding us to welcome him ever since he’s heard of the birth of my brother’s first son. I think the idea of him becoming a great grandfather was overwhelming to him. That, or the fact that he has to call his seventeen year old granddaughter Your Majesty.”
“I recalled he’s quite informed of the latter, but as of the current state--” Miakis stared at the only man retreating from the bedroom from the corner of her eyes with a disgusted look. “would disappoint him greatly.”
“What do you have against Euram, Miakis?”
“Not necessarily so, Your Majesty. Just the fact that he’s been occupying your bedroom for several nights. With your consent.”
“Hey! I was supposed to give birth to an heiress. How can I do that without a partner?”
“You mean husband,” Miakis felt the need to point it out.
“It is not my fault that the great Sir Richard, oh-so-mighty-with-a-sword turns out to be unsuited to the court life,” Lymsleia threw her hands up into the air, “how should I know he loves his captain more than me?”
The knight rubbed her temple, quelling an imminent migraine. “Please promise me, Your Majesty. For old Miakis here-at least choose just one to your liking.”
“I shall try, but no promises.”
-
“Marina came to me crying.”
“Old man can’t keep his mouth shut.” Lymsleia softly scoffed, waving her companion off. She took a glance at the view of Feitas river glimmering in the sunset, raised the wine glass to her lips and belched delicately. “What’s so good about this thing? It’s bitter, stinks, and gives you great headache in the morning. No wonder Aunt Sialeeds is never a morning person.”
“Lym,” Lord Freyjadour-former commander of the Falena liberation army, leader of the rebellion, former Falenan prince, current Commander of the Queen’s Knight, always her beloved elder brother-chided with the voice that meant to address the severity of the state. “I clearly remember didn’t raise you to be this way.”
“Stop it, brother. We both knew I was raised by the Queendom of Falena, not you.”
“But why Belcoot? And for the love of the sun, why Euram Barows?”
“He did compete in my Sacred Games, and if things have gone right, he should have become my husband. Even father and mother approved at the time. While Euram worshipped the ground that I walked on.”
“At the time he’s not bound to his obligations as a husband and a father,” Freyjadour reminded. “He has Marina and their children at home now.”
“Did he? Well, he seemed to forget completely about them when I turned--”
“No details, please!”
“It’s just a one time thing. It will never happen again.”
“I’m saying it’s unbecoming for a Queen to act this way. Have you ever seen Mother acting the way you do lately?”
“I will NOT be a hussy, Brother. I give you my word.”
“…Queens don’t go back on their words, Lym.”
-
Kyle cringed as the side of the bed creaked under his weight, and looked back to see Lymsleia still in deep sleep. Faking to be in deep sleep was more appropriate, he could hear her disrupted breath, and the cringing in her eyebrows.
Really, what was he thinking? Dear little cute Lymsleia, he knew she’s gonna be big someday. But never in his wildest dreams had he imagined they’d be sharing a bed, let alone did the unthinkable things that just occurred.
He couldn’t undo this thing, and continued to dress in the darkness of his Queen’s bedroom, fearing the lethal look in Miakis’ eyes if she ever caught him tiptoeing out of the room.
Kyle refrained himself from kissing her goodnight, he knew Lymsleia didn’t have enough feelings for him to want something like that, and as quiet as he could manage, slipped out of the bedroom.
What he didn’t hear as he was leaving was Lymsleia quietly furling her fists and choking back her silent, angry tears on the bed.
-
“Come here and look at your niece, brother.”
Freyjadour almost knocked his toes on the bed’s footing; he was rushed by the euphoria, the strange feeling of being an uncle that’s overwhelming his core. The babe in his sister’s arms let out a small noise, and he felt himself glowing with pride. “Congratulations, Lym. She’s beautiful.”
“Now, if only everyone in the court would stop from asking me to give birth to more babies, I can finally sleep better at night. I was wondering what I should name her.”
Freyjadour caressed the newborn’s cheek, admiring the softness, the purity of it and grinned. “Shouldn’t you ask the father for an opinion too? What do you think, Toma?”
Queen’s Knight Toma fidgeted slightly at the mere mention of his name, and gave a small smile. “It is my duty to give the naming on Her Majesty’s choice. After all, she is a Falenas.”
The smile in Lymsleia’s face didn’t falter. “Can everyone please give me some privacy? I would like to talk with Toma.”
The commander of the Queen’s Knight made the last cooing noise to his niece, and kissed his sister’s temple before leaving. “Go easy on him.”
The sound of the closing doors felt like the unsheathing of a sword to Toma’s ear.
“Don’t you want to look at your child?” Lymsleia started, her free hand beckoning her knight.
“Of course, Your Majesty. Though sometimes I still wonder--”
“--if it’s true? I’ve never been with another man ever since I chose you, Toma. You knew better.”
“You mean other men.” Toma countered, sitting next to the Queen on her bed, preparing himself for the slap that might come.
“Say that again and I’ll have your title stripped and your hometown charred to dust, dear,” Lymsleia said with a saccharine smile that can even melt Georg Prime’s heart.
Toma placed a rough hand on top of the baby’s silver head, and gave it a quick scrutinizing. “Is it just me, or she looked like your Aunt Sialeeds?”
“More like my mother, I think. Because I resembled her.” She raised the baby to kiss her forehead.
“When are you making it official?”
He saw the first signs of a long sigh she prepared to release, and raised his hands in defeat. “I know, I know. NO more marriage, because the first one is a major, catastrophic disaster.”
“But you know I love you,” she looked at him in the eyes.
He leaned down to kiss her fully in the mouth, and to stop himself from wondering if it’d be true.
Word count: 1,358
Fandom: Suikoden V
Rating: T
Warning: Ending spoilers and adult situations.
Prompt: 16th - Suikoden V, Lymsleia: multiple partners - she never married again, but she never lacked for company, either.
Summary: No more Sacred Games, and that means no more Sacred Consort King for Lysmleia, either.
Queen’s Knight Miakis cleared her throat before knocking the large oak doors that leads to the Queen’s bedroom, fighting off the urge to sigh. She waited about fifteen seconds before repeating the exact tap-tap motion on the wood’s surface, eliciting an incomprehensible groan from the other side.
“Your Majesty, ready or not, I am coming in,” Miakis said, turning the doors’ handle, preparing herself for the worst.
The Queen has wrapped herself in the large chestnut colored blanket up to her neck, her long brown strands almost reaching the floor. Even without all her regalia, Queen Lymsleia was a stunning beauty, but Miakis was holding her breath for all another different reason together.
“Good morning, Your Majesty,” she greeted, before eyeing another lump that moved beside the Queen on the bed. “And good morning to you too, Sir Euram.”
Euram Barows’ golden head poked from inside the blanket, greeting Miakis’ ominous smile with one of his own.
Lymsleia climbed down her bed and reached for the cup of tea that the maid brought to her, oblivious of her bare condition. Repressing a groan of annoyance, Miakis grabbed the robe that was scattered on the floor, and pulled it around the younger woman’s shoulders.
“You have to be up early today, Your Majesty,” Miakis quietly continued, ignoring the sight of Euram dressing in the other side of the bed, “The envoys from the Island Nations arrive today, and Commander Skald Egan will be leading them.”
“Miakis, you think I would forget about Grandfather’s arrival? He sent us letters almost every day, demanding us to welcome him ever since he’s heard of the birth of my brother’s first son. I think the idea of him becoming a great grandfather was overwhelming to him. That, or the fact that he has to call his seventeen year old granddaughter Your Majesty.”
“I recalled he’s quite informed of the latter, but as of the current state--” Miakis stared at the only man retreating from the bedroom from the corner of her eyes with a disgusted look. “would disappoint him greatly.”
“What do you have against Euram, Miakis?”
“Not necessarily so, Your Majesty. Just the fact that he’s been occupying your bedroom for several nights. With your consent.”
“Hey! I was supposed to give birth to an heiress. How can I do that without a partner?”
“You mean husband,” Miakis felt the need to point it out.
“It is not my fault that the great Sir Richard, oh-so-mighty-with-a-sword turns out to be unsuited to the court life,” Lymsleia threw her hands up into the air, “how should I know he loves his captain more than me?”
The knight rubbed her temple, quelling an imminent migraine. “Please promise me, Your Majesty. For old Miakis here-at least choose just one to your liking.”
“I shall try, but no promises.”
-
“Marina came to me crying.”
“Old man can’t keep his mouth shut.” Lymsleia softly scoffed, waving her companion off. She took a glance at the view of Feitas river glimmering in the sunset, raised the wine glass to her lips and belched delicately. “What’s so good about this thing? It’s bitter, stinks, and gives you great headache in the morning. No wonder Aunt Sialeeds is never a morning person.”
“Lym,” Lord Freyjadour-former commander of the Falena liberation army, leader of the rebellion, former Falenan prince, current Commander of the Queen’s Knight, always her beloved elder brother-chided with the voice that meant to address the severity of the state. “I clearly remember didn’t raise you to be this way.”
“Stop it, brother. We both knew I was raised by the Queendom of Falena, not you.”
“But why Belcoot? And for the love of the sun, why Euram Barows?”
“He did compete in my Sacred Games, and if things have gone right, he should have become my husband. Even father and mother approved at the time. While Euram worshipped the ground that I walked on.”
“At the time he’s not bound to his obligations as a husband and a father,” Freyjadour reminded. “He has Marina and their children at home now.”
“Did he? Well, he seemed to forget completely about them when I turned--”
“No details, please!”
“It’s just a one time thing. It will never happen again.”
“I’m saying it’s unbecoming for a Queen to act this way. Have you ever seen Mother acting the way you do lately?”
“I will NOT be a hussy, Brother. I give you my word.”
“…Queens don’t go back on their words, Lym.”
-
Kyle cringed as the side of the bed creaked under his weight, and looked back to see Lymsleia still in deep sleep. Faking to be in deep sleep was more appropriate, he could hear her disrupted breath, and the cringing in her eyebrows.
Really, what was he thinking? Dear little cute Lymsleia, he knew she’s gonna be big someday. But never in his wildest dreams had he imagined they’d be sharing a bed, let alone did the unthinkable things that just occurred.
He couldn’t undo this thing, and continued to dress in the darkness of his Queen’s bedroom, fearing the lethal look in Miakis’ eyes if she ever caught him tiptoeing out of the room.
Kyle refrained himself from kissing her goodnight, he knew Lymsleia didn’t have enough feelings for him to want something like that, and as quiet as he could manage, slipped out of the bedroom.
What he didn’t hear as he was leaving was Lymsleia quietly furling her fists and choking back her silent, angry tears on the bed.
-
“Come here and look at your niece, brother.”
Freyjadour almost knocked his toes on the bed’s footing; he was rushed by the euphoria, the strange feeling of being an uncle that’s overwhelming his core. The babe in his sister’s arms let out a small noise, and he felt himself glowing with pride. “Congratulations, Lym. She’s beautiful.”
“Now, if only everyone in the court would stop from asking me to give birth to more babies, I can finally sleep better at night. I was wondering what I should name her.”
Freyjadour caressed the newborn’s cheek, admiring the softness, the purity of it and grinned. “Shouldn’t you ask the father for an opinion too? What do you think, Toma?”
Queen’s Knight Toma fidgeted slightly at the mere mention of his name, and gave a small smile. “It is my duty to give the naming on Her Majesty’s choice. After all, she is a Falenas.”
The smile in Lymsleia’s face didn’t falter. “Can everyone please give me some privacy? I would like to talk with Toma.”
The commander of the Queen’s Knight made the last cooing noise to his niece, and kissed his sister’s temple before leaving. “Go easy on him.”
The sound of the closing doors felt like the unsheathing of a sword to Toma’s ear.
“Don’t you want to look at your child?” Lymsleia started, her free hand beckoning her knight.
“Of course, Your Majesty. Though sometimes I still wonder--”
“--if it’s true? I’ve never been with another man ever since I chose you, Toma. You knew better.”
“You mean other men.” Toma countered, sitting next to the Queen on her bed, preparing himself for the slap that might come.
“Say that again and I’ll have your title stripped and your hometown charred to dust, dear,” Lymsleia said with a saccharine smile that can even melt Georg Prime’s heart.
Toma placed a rough hand on top of the baby’s silver head, and gave it a quick scrutinizing. “Is it just me, or she looked like your Aunt Sialeeds?”
“More like my mother, I think. Because I resembled her.” She raised the baby to kiss her forehead.
“When are you making it official?”
He saw the first signs of a long sigh she prepared to release, and raised his hands in defeat. “I know, I know. NO more marriage, because the first one is a major, catastrophic disaster.”
“But you know I love you,” she looked at him in the eyes.
He leaned down to kiss her fully in the mouth, and to stop himself from wondering if it’d be true.