Post by xXxStitchesxXx on Mar 11, 2022 10:30:33 GMT
Conversations with Rin were turning out to be like games of cat and mouse- but determining who was the cat in this situation wasn’t as easy as Kohaku had hoped it would be. For now, they had managed to turn the tide enough to create a stalemate, and the rest of the ride down the mountain was peacefully- fucking blissfully- quiet at last. If nothing else, the girl would be a good ruler in the future, if she could get her temper under control enough to have conversations with the other kingdom’s representatives.
It was another full day before they had finally left the mountain, during which time Kohaku took multiple messages from messengers riding back and forth between the returning army and the palace. Though they tried to keep the conversations quiet, there was no doubt that Rin had heard some of the updates that the heir had received.
Especially the ones that caused Kohaku to flare up in anger as they listened.
God damn it, Jian. You just can’t control yourself, can you.
Once again, while the army had been deployed up the mountain, the heir’s step mother had tried to petition the council for full control of the throne, and once again, she was shot down with a soft majority of four to three. This was the third time since Kohaku had taken over the military affairs directly that the witch had tried to usurp them while they were away- and the dragonborn was getting real fucking sick of her shit.
It had been this way since the previous Ten'nō’s death a few years back- she had started off slowly, trying to take on a few extra responsibilities every year. Now, she controlled almost as much of the internal affairs of the kingdom as Kohaku did. The witch was slowly trying to pull Kohaku’s council to her side, trying to portray the young Dragon as hot headed, immature, and not capable of managing the kingdom while also leading the army. Now Kohaku was pushing for peace, she was trying even harder to gain control.
Thankfully, most of the council had some common sense and could see why dethroning an actual dragonborn was a bad idea in a kingdom whose people firmly believed that the dragonborn were gods given human form.
Soon enough, the empty roadside began to fill in with wooden houses and fields and a long coastline in the distance. Thin slats rose from the ground, higher and higher as the buildings became more elaborate than the average farmhouse. By the time the wall came into view, the army had garnered a sizable crowd running alongside them, waving and screaming out different officers’ names. The crowd was mostly women and young children, obviously there to look for their husbands and fathers to make sure everyone had returned. The thought made Kohaku’s chest twist softly, as he thought of the five families he would have to speak to that week.
As they approached the tall, ornate gates, the heir turned back to Rin to examine her. It occurred to them then that this girl had lived in a frosty castle with minimal interaction, likely, with her subjects, and the ones she did see were likely military. For a brief moment, the good and kind part of Kohaku won out, and they opened their mouth to prepare Rin for the likely festive and personal nature of what awaited beyond the wall- and then they stopped. After all, the princess had been putting on a good front up to this point. A little bit of culture shock might be exactly what they needed in order to proceed with peace talks.
It was another full day before they had finally left the mountain, during which time Kohaku took multiple messages from messengers riding back and forth between the returning army and the palace. Though they tried to keep the conversations quiet, there was no doubt that Rin had heard some of the updates that the heir had received.
Especially the ones that caused Kohaku to flare up in anger as they listened.
God damn it, Jian. You just can’t control yourself, can you.
Once again, while the army had been deployed up the mountain, the heir’s step mother had tried to petition the council for full control of the throne, and once again, she was shot down with a soft majority of four to three. This was the third time since Kohaku had taken over the military affairs directly that the witch had tried to usurp them while they were away- and the dragonborn was getting real fucking sick of her shit.
It had been this way since the previous Ten'nō’s death a few years back- she had started off slowly, trying to take on a few extra responsibilities every year. Now, she controlled almost as much of the internal affairs of the kingdom as Kohaku did. The witch was slowly trying to pull Kohaku’s council to her side, trying to portray the young Dragon as hot headed, immature, and not capable of managing the kingdom while also leading the army. Now Kohaku was pushing for peace, she was trying even harder to gain control.
Thankfully, most of the council had some common sense and could see why dethroning an actual dragonborn was a bad idea in a kingdom whose people firmly believed that the dragonborn were gods given human form.
Soon enough, the empty roadside began to fill in with wooden houses and fields and a long coastline in the distance. Thin slats rose from the ground, higher and higher as the buildings became more elaborate than the average farmhouse. By the time the wall came into view, the army had garnered a sizable crowd running alongside them, waving and screaming out different officers’ names. The crowd was mostly women and young children, obviously there to look for their husbands and fathers to make sure everyone had returned. The thought made Kohaku’s chest twist softly, as he thought of the five families he would have to speak to that week.
As they approached the tall, ornate gates, the heir turned back to Rin to examine her. It occurred to them then that this girl had lived in a frosty castle with minimal interaction, likely, with her subjects, and the ones she did see were likely military. For a brief moment, the good and kind part of Kohaku won out, and they opened their mouth to prepare Rin for the likely festive and personal nature of what awaited beyond the wall- and then they stopped. After all, the princess had been putting on a good front up to this point. A little bit of culture shock might be exactly what they needed in order to proceed with peace talks.
