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anythingdrabbleTitle: Cementing the Alliance
"Wein! A word with you, please."
The young monarch froze. He had taken down entire legions of dragons with only a company of ten mounted knights but that stern high-pitched female voice still plunged his brain into primal panic.
"Did you write this?" she shoved the letter in his face, nose screwed up distastefully. He nodded sheepishly, feeling like he was still in school getting caught passing notes in class. In that scenario, she'd probably have thrown the note at him in the first place, then kicked his shin under the table so he'd yell out and be discovered.
"It's the worst love letter I've ever received, and I get them from Gongos on a regular basis. I don't know where in Astea's name the King of the Beasts is getting that much overly strong perfume from, by the way," she sighed, "Unless he's just been rolling in flower beds all day. Anyway, at leash he doesn't use the terms 'cement our alliance' or 'securing peace for future generations'. You got Galam to write that, didn't you? Admit it."
Her furious gaze burned into his darting eyes, "H... he swore that you'd appreciate everything being formal and done properly!"
"Try putting some romance in a love letter, Wein, not making it sound like your annual financial report," she said, "And most importantly, don't get someone else to write what's supposed to be an honest confession of your heart's desires."
"Galam said I was being childish, that now I pretty much owned half of Legendra I can't just act how I want."
"That's true for your other allies. Not me. I'm the same Teiris you've always known," she sighed, "Anyway, I still accept."
"Y... you do?" he tried not to look like an excited golden retriever puppy.
"Sure, it's a date."
Fandom: Dragon Force
Characters/pairings: Wein/Teiris, unrequited Gongos/Teiris
Word count: 300
Rating: G/Het
Tags: humour, romance, reminiscing
Summary: Wein is not good at love letters.
"Wein! A word with you, please."
The young monarch froze. He had taken down entire legions of dragons with only a company of ten mounted knights but that stern high-pitched female voice still plunged his brain into primal panic.
"Did you write this?" she shoved the letter in his face, nose screwed up distastefully. He nodded sheepishly, feeling like he was still in school getting caught passing notes in class. In that scenario, she'd probably have thrown the note at him in the first place, then kicked his shin under the table so he'd yell out and be discovered.
"It's the worst love letter I've ever received, and I get them from Gongos on a regular basis. I don't know where in Astea's name the King of the Beasts is getting that much overly strong perfume from, by the way," she sighed, "Unless he's just been rolling in flower beds all day. Anyway, at leash he doesn't use the terms 'cement our alliance' or 'securing peace for future generations'. You got Galam to write that, didn't you? Admit it."
Her furious gaze burned into his darting eyes, "H... he swore that you'd appreciate everything being formal and done properly!"
"Try putting some romance in a love letter, Wein, not making it sound like your annual financial report," she said, "And most importantly, don't get someone else to write what's supposed to be an honest confession of your heart's desires."
"Galam said I was being childish, that now I pretty much owned half of Legendra I can't just act how I want."
"That's true for your other allies. Not me. I'm the same Teiris you've always known," she sighed, "Anyway, I still accept."
"Y... you do?" he tried not to look like an excited golden retriever puppy.
"Sure, it's a date."
