[Regalis: in search of Peace and Quiet!]

•chapter five•

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Today's warnings: Penny and Scarlett being smug shits who knows things and aren't inclined to share.

[Regalis: in search of Peace and Quiet!]

•chapter five•

Girl goes to the Capital. Girl meets the queen. Girl encounters even more secrets.

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A full week didn't even pass, and the elves of Ifa Nalore were already yapping about their 'poor, lost, kidnapped, and potentially dead' prince. They sent foreword, but they were coming to Sheothia, either to demand the prince be returned, or to forego all niceties and just go straight to declaring a war. The news came to them one morning during the breakfast that Shelor was finally strong enough to actually walk to on his own with only mild assistance, and caused quite a ruckus. Children got restless, Penelope was darkly amused, Crawforde started ripping his hair out and Shelor and Adetta both tried banging their head on the table to see if that helped.

It didn't, but Adetta did it few more times just in case.

"Is there going to be a war?" Elijah asks, well and truly spooked. Crawforde keeps tugging at his hair, but Shelor raises his head and looks at the boy.

"No," the elf says, and then turns to Crawforde; "I'd like a carriage to the Capital. The envoys are likely to arrive there within maybe two days, if I'm counting right, and- Ah, fuck, what a fucking mess."

"Amen," Adetta mutters, and then sits up very abruptly, eyes glittering. "Mother, I want to go to the Capital!"

"This isn't a trip-!" Crawforde begins.

"Of course! We can make it a family trip!" Penelope says over him. He looks at her with something between indignation and resignation, and sighs.

"Alright, we can make it a family field trip," he say, resigned. He knows better than to argue with his wife, especially if it's not a big thing to begin with.

"I've never been to the Capital before," Elijah says, very eager to turn his attention away from the war-related topic at hand.

"We're going to go there for next year's Winter Ball anyway," Adetta tells him. "Might as well go see a bit now, no?"

"I wanna go to the Winter Ball, too," Rosaria says from over her carrots, and Penelope shakes her head.

"In six years, darling."

"But I want!"

"Your siblings had to wait, and so do you. End of discussion."

"Awww."

War aside, it was nice knowing that Rosaria couldn't tantrum her way into getting things just because Adetta got them—she had to either wait, or get them herself, if that was what her sister did. That was, she could tantrum all she wanted, but one disappointed look from Adetta was usually enough to calm her down.