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Yashweh, Amelia

"You're welcome. Having three sisters gives you new abilities. Alas, I still cannot stitch or play the piano to save my life." he chuckled, touching the yellow tipped bangs, "You look lovely, but you're right. Claiming you as a male while dressed as a female might not go over very well. But it was not just my decision, it was one you had to be comfortable with." he kissed the man lovingly. "Tonight though the children will not be sleeping in this room. Perhaps Hasta and Pasa might enjoy caring for them for a night."

Breathing deeply the rag and gem lifted back into the air, quickly being polished. She couldn't tell how polished it was but with her drunk eyes she knew she'd missed a lot of spots she couldn't see. Hearing the man's voice she looked over again. "Do not speak words of pity, Ruik, that is the worst you can do to a girl's heart." she was giving up polishing this, she had run her fingers over the same spots countless times already. "But if you mean it, I have no qualms helping you figure out your sexuality. My sister in Loslith has a few unmarried friends your age. I could send a letter to fetch them over." If he wasn't gay she didn't want to carry the ache in her chest a second time, no point in giving herself false hope.

Yashweh, Amelia

"If the gods are gracious Hasta will keep his teasing incredibly minimal or he will not be able to take his bonded child and he will watch in jealousy as Pasa and Yuki enjoy each other's company." he let Leo walk to the cribs, Elliot moving back to his side of the room to put on his shoes. Heels and boots were two different things, staring at the hells before looking through his wardrobe for a pair of boots. "I imagine the rehersal will take a while, and I've no speech prepared. Calling them now would be for the best."

Amelia sat there in silence, looking at him before pulling herself apart from the background. A hand gently touching his head, stroking his hair. "Should I pull out the sleeping mats?" Walking the streets right now would be hell and in a few hours she'd be drinking and probably unable to stand.

Ruik seemed sincere though. Amelia couldn't imagine how confusing it was to question a sexuality you'd had for as long as you remembered. No doubt he had gone through enough stress accepting he was homosexual or trying to tell others, now he had to go through it all again. "We'll just bunk here for the night. I don't want to walk home through the cold."

Yashweh, Amelia

"Welcome, Pasa." Elliot greeted, finding a pair of boots and putting those on. "Hasta." he greeted, the still mild state of arousal causing him to frown at the secondary male near his mate. "I trust you both with the boys, but I must still ask you be careful. Certain customs in Falia are not customs here so please explain yourselves properly when asked." Fingers laced between Leo's as he walked out. "One more thing." he brought the other down ot his level, giving him a hard, dominating kiss on the mouth, telling the other what to expect when it was over before pulling away. "Now I'm ready."

She looked at him before looking at the goblets by the fire. "More wine." she agreed, taking hers and looking at it. Well, if she wanted to regret the morning that would involve not remembering it first. She tilt her head back, the bottom of the glass soon up as she swallowed what it was carrying.

Yashweh, Amelia

"They might have to blink for a really long time then." Elliot pointed out, boots clicking on the tile floor. There were still people moving around, but they seemed less panicked. They must almost have the preparations ready.

"Move move move move." Elliot moved out of the way, noticing a small servant girl holding a large amount of candle sticks.

"Do you need help?"

"You need to go to the ceremonial hall." She called, turning the corner. "Thank you though!"

"Well then, off to the hall. While the entire building is open to public, we actually allow the public to enter first and take their seats instead of the nobles. We use the front rows for children when it comes to laws that involve them." like the child labor laws that they could not work until they were thirteen years of age.

But they entered the hall and it was ornately decorated. The tiles on the arched ceiling were darkly colored, but painted with their own pattern individual pattern that once put together showed a brilliant mosaic of art. Metal bars went from the top of each wall across to the other, nor surprisingly Matilda, the castle's monkey maid, wearing pants and was crouching over the bars, tail wrapped around them as well. it was quite a feat considering how narrow the black rods were.

the sides had doorways and podiums leading to other parts of the hall, though all together it was the same room. The tops and bottoms of the podiums were decorated white and hold, the surfaces in between holding painted stories of history. Candle stands stood just in front of small nooks, though empty of candles. Benches were being laid along the side walls where there were no entrances, chairs filling a small portion of the front of the hall while pews were being carried in to fill the back.

Noise filled the area, moving, polishing, rustling, dusting, but Elliot heard paper's rustling and looked around at the nearby noises, finding no one with papers. At the far end, the ground elevated so that those there may be seen, was his father rustling through papers, no doubt a script of the event.

"Elliot!" his voice boomed. That area had been designed, that if one should speak in it, to be heard from all three halls. The front, where the chairs were, held no podiums or walls, as the two on either side of the current one were angled. All three formed a semi-circle.

"Leonard! you both look absolutely handsome! I had wanted to do this outside but snow has started to fall and I did not want our guests cold in the nighttime!"

Yashweh, Amelia

Alvaro gave a silly grin. Where his son was wearing blue with silver trim, the king was wearing purple with silver trim. His own outfit, while still lavish by many standards, was less so compared to Elliot's, after all, you could not outshine the king.

"Uncle." Elliot said, barely having time to greet the man properly with his own kiss on the cheek. He listened to Lewis, his dad scurrying off somewhere rather quick. So Dad would tell the world of the countries' union, the wedding, and Elliot just had to wrap up and--

"What are you putting on my head?"

"The crown. I can't just place it on your head. Well I won't be doing it Lewis will, but unlike me your ears aren't on the sides of your head. Not completely." Alvaro adjusted the crown, making it so the white ears stood up perfectly within the crown. And the crown fit. "I remember you being just a child and it being too big on you. Don't you Lewis? Reinette would be so proud of him right now." Alvaro stared a moment. "Maybe not his height, but the boots make up for that."

"I am fine, I can assure you. You don't need to keep asking me for permission, Leo. You're already part of the family. Though I need to mention that in my personal opinion, I don't think it would be wise to tell the people of Nalaenir that you gave birth. We can say the twins were a gift from the trees, which is essentially true. Magic here isn't as strong as Falia and they will take the homosexuality hard enough. A male giving birth might, have some bad repercussions."

Alvaro took the crown off, looking at Lewis. "So after my speech, you will give yours on how Elliot is taking the thrown, I will kneel down and you'll take it off, and then put it on his head. Want to try putting it on his head or do you think you have it? he'll have to bow his head forward a bit, as per custom."

Yashweh

"I'd be more than honored if they say something, though I am unsure what they'll say it's actually quite embarrassing to think about, your parent saying something." But he listened and nodded. "Somewhat bigger than I had hoped, but I did not plan it and it is rush order." hearing Ambrose made him look over.

"Nonsense, welcome home." Alvaro greeted, looking at George and looking at the walls. "We'll have to take down some paintings but I'm sure we can manage something. That painting stays up, my late wife must witness her son's coronation. Matilda can help you." And pointed up, the maid jumping down and smiling.

Elliot's ears perked at the sound of sweet wines. "the ones where there are no lingering effects?" he questioned, silver eyes looking up at her like a hopeful child.

"No Martha!" Annabelle yelled, Yashweh holding back the girl in a panic while Justin was holding Annabelle.

"Pr-princess Nix!" the boy exclaimed, the girls had battle scars and they looked ready to cause more. Dresses were ripped and Emily was crying tears of anger. "Please tell them that they may wear what they please! Martha has been missing all day thus we have no one to settle it!"

Yashweh yelled something in his tongue, no doubt following the lines similar to Justin. His turban was on the other side of the room and partially unwound. Annabelle had thrown it.

Yashweh

Elliot gave a very happy smile. "Thank you very much," Did he call her Mrs. Ambrose? Just Ambrose? Best avoid it for now.

"Only moving Reinette's painting will be a pain. The rest can easily be taken off the walls while the seating is put up."

The maid smiled at the three men. "We can start with the back walls over here. We have plenty of storage for the paintings." she explained, leading them to the back.

Alvaro scanned it over, finding the key words and smiled. "I believe it is in good hands.

Elliot shook his head. "I do not need to read it. Again, you saying anything is more than I could ask for."

"I didn't do anything!" Annebelle roared after she was slapped.

"You tore my last dress so I was going to borrow yours!" Emily screamed back.

"And I said to borrow Martha's!"

Justin looked at Nix like she'd gone mad ut let go, unable to turn down a royal's orders.

Annabelle stood, visibly trembling in anger because now not only was Emily's dress still being fixed, but Annabelle had torn her own dress in anger to get it off of Emily. "That was my dress." She said through grit teeth.

Yashweh cautiously let go of Emily, stepping back and grabbing the fabric, slowly wrapping it back around his head, moving the ruby in front.

"Then we must wear something else." Emily said, voice choked with tears. "Because I will not ruin Martha's dress next."

Yashweh

"There is still time before the event so you're more than welcomed to look around, things are starting to settle down. There is not much more needing to be done. Right Lewis? We can go to the town ourselves and while informing the people of Elliot's crowning we can show you around!"

"There is no problem at all." Elliot explained, "The people here are incredibly accepting, though you will no doubt be receiving plenty of stares, but they will be kind. I've no doubt about that."

Annabelle almost seemed to attack Nix but refrained, knowing for fact the girl's fighting skills far outranked her own. She just huffed, turning away to go find a new dress to put on, Emily having ripped it.

Yashweh finished, stepping out of Emily's way before looking at the girl speaking to him. How did she even get in here? before he could ask her what or who she was her focus was back to the girls who were changing. Yashweh had seen women changing before, but Justin's eyes were closed, standing patiently beside Emily's wardrobe.

"I don't want to." Annabelle murmured.

"This is supposed to be a happy day. Our argument will sour Brother's mood." Emily agreed.