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Monarch: Breccan Nicasio Zevi Willem Augustus
Consort: Kalila Savita Whimsy [Scipio]
Of the illustrious Royal House of: Toril
In the Kingdom of: Sidonie
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"Kalila, I love you," Breccan Toril, prince of all of Sidonie, whispers, his voice breathy against her ear. Kalila turns to him slightly before returning her eyes to the sky, hands on the controls, fingers dancing across them as she flies the craft. A scoff breaks the brief silence. "Kalila, there's no reason for us not to be together. I love you. Don't tell me now that you don't love me."
Keeping her eyes forward, Kalila slowly replies, "Breccan, honey, you know I love you. I just don't think it's a good idea for us to stay together. Not now that your father passed away and you're supposed to rise to the throne. I never wanted any of that. Besides, you're a prince. Princes aren't supposed to marry pilots. And that's what I am. A pilot. Other than you, my only love is the skies and the stars through which I fly. And if life is going to keep us apart, so be it. But you can't marry a mere pilot, sweetie. No matter how much you love me."
"Screw tradition!" Breccan shouted in outburst, his face glowing red with anger. His eyes glared out of his royal face. "We're not in the golden age where tradition was everything anymore. We're here. We're now. This is the modern age, Kalila. The modern age! I'm the prince and you know what I say? I say screw tradition, let's get married."
Kalila sat in silence. Her mind worked best when focused on her flying and the beauty and peace that brought. Breccan shifted his weight impatiently from foot to foot, waiting for her to answer. Patience was not a strength of the young prince. "So?" he inquired demandingly. Kalila, keeping her composure, shushed him. Despite how much Breccan disliked this habit of hers, he knew that she required time for thought. She was not the impetuous type to make a decision in the blink of an eye. That's one of the things he loved about her. They were so very different in that way. His impetuosity when paired with her caution resulted in many beautiful adventures and he knew--he just knew--that they would make a wonderful pair, both as a husband and wife and as a king and queen.
"What if the people don't like it?" Kalila asked, her voice almost too quiet, just loud enough to echo softly around the mostly empty room. "They've never met me. They expect you to follow tradition, love. I fear they'll not like your decision to love a simple pilot. You realize that my kind is considered the lowest of the low? They look down upon those of us who aren't content with this tiny planet we call home. They think that because we find joy and peace and beauty among the stars more than upon the dusty earth that we have no respect for our home and those who raised us. How do you expect the people to react to your loving me?"
"I don't care what they think! They can go f--"
"Breccan!" Kalila warned.
He took a deep breath before continuing. "The people aren't the ones marrying you. I'm the only one who is. That is, if you say yes. If they don't like you because you're a pilot, they can deal with it. Once they get to know you and who you are, once they understand that you have a great and deep respect for all of creation, once they realize that you are the sweetest, kindest, smartest, most patient person on the face of all this world, they will love you just as much as I do." He knelt down beside her, placing his hand gently on her upper thigh. "Kalila, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want you to be my adventure partner. I want you to be my adviser. I want you to be my wife. I can't do this alone. Not life. Not ruling. I need you, Kalila. Do you want this too?"
Kalila breathed in and slowly exhaled, her breath coming out in a slight hiss. Closing her eyes for just a brief second, she replied, "Yes." Then she opened her eyes and returned her focus to her flight. "But you have to promise that there won't be any flouncy gowns and fancy clothes. At least not on a regular basis. I can handle every once in awhile. Oh! And I have to still be allowed to fly. I won't give that up to marry you. Not for all the love in the world!"
Breccan laughed, kissing her on the top of her head. "I promise! You won't regret saying yes, sweetie. You won't."
Hours later, when Kalila and Breccan had returned to the land, he took her by the hand to present her to his mother and brothers and sister. "Mother, you know Kalila," Breccan opened the conversation. "I've known Kalila all my life. I've loved her even longer, though it may seem impossible. Mother, I asked her to marry me and she said yes. Kalila will be my wife and queen."
His mother looked from her son in his fancy garb to the pilot girl, dressed in a faded green jumpsuit, hair messy and unwashed. "Breccan, you dare bring her home to me as the woman you wish to take as your wife? I was fine with her being your friend. I was reluctant to have her be your lover. But I am furious with her being your betrothed. Do you know who she is? You cannot expect me to present this sky rat to the people as your fiancée. Surely, you must be pulling my leg."
Kalila gently withdrew her hand from Breccan's grasp. "I told you," she whispered. "I must go. I can't allow you to marry me if your mother disapproves." She turned and walked away from the royal family.
Breccan took a step closer to his mother, gesturing behind his back. "That young woman deserves the best. She loves me, mother. Can't you see that? Could you not see the look of pure disappointment and regret on her face as you spoke? The only family she has are the other pilots and the sky through which she flies. But she is smart. She is kind. She is patient. Though she may be a mere 'sky rat,' mother, she will make a better queen than you ever were." With that, he turned on his heel and ran after Kalila. Stopping her, he grabbed her passionately and kissed her, right in front of his mother and siblings.
His youngest brother leaned over to his mother and whispered, "He's right, mother. I've met Kalila Scipio before and she is everything he says and more. She will be good for him and for Sidonie. Besides, mother, Breccan is entirely in love with her. Let them marry. I beg of you. I'll give up marrying my lover if you will allow them to marry. I understand that I, as the youngest, have no obligation to marry well and may give my heart to my one true love, but Breccan deserves this, mother. He deserves this."
The queen sighed. Her youngest son was always her favorite. He had been wise, gentle, and self-sacrificing since birth. If she had her way, he would be rising to the throne, not her oldest. Breccan had always been her husband's favorite, wild, impetuous, and adventure-oriented. But she still loved him and understood that he would still make a good ruler. "Breccan," she called, "if you think this decision is wise, you may marry the sky rat. On one condition."
"Yes, mother?" Breccan questioned, holding Kalila tight to him, her arms holding him near.
"You must be the one to break it to the people that their new queen is a pilot," she replied as she exited the room.
Breccan and Kalila both broke into hearty, musical laughter. "It's so worth it," he chuckled as they, too, exited the room. "I don't care how they react. I have you."
The next day, Breccan woke Kalila early. "Today, at noon, I announce you as my queen-to-be," he explained, lying beside her. "Which means that you have to dress for the occasion. I won't make you dress up, dress for the occasion. Just so long as you wear something nice than your everyday faded wear. You have dress clothes, right?"
"If you consider a slightly less faded jumpsuit dress clothes," Kalila laughed. "I've never had the need to dress up."
"Well, mother isn't going to like it, but I think your slightly less faded jumpsuit will do just fine. We're not presenting another royal to them. We're presenting you. And the jumpsuit is part of you. But you probably should wash your hair and pull it out of your face a little more."
"I thought you liked my wild hair," Kalila teased.
Breccan laughed, playing with her hair. "Oh, I do. My mother on the other hand wouldn't appreciate it much if I introduced my fiancée with a head of wild hair. She's funny like that."
"Fine. I'll do it for her."
"Good."
Noon came and it was time for Breccan to present his betrothed. "You ready?" he whispered as they prepared to go out. Kalila didn't even vocalize her response, shaking her head instead. "You nervous?" She nodded vigorously. "Don't be," he advised her, kissing her lightly. "You've never cared what people think before."
"This is different," she sighed. "These are your people. These are the people that I'm going to be ruling over at your side."
"Tell you what, after this, we go on a long flight together and put it on auto while we enjoy some time to ourselves to admire the beauty of this life," he said, winking at her.
"Deal." Kalila laughed and planted a kiss on his cheek. "I'm holding you to it."
Breccan opened his mouth to reply but the doors opened before he could. "Let's go." With Kalila on his arm, he stepped out to make the announcement. The moment they walked into the light, whispers arose in the crowd. Kalila's grip tightened nervously. As they neared the crowd, the whispers grew louder and angrier. One person even started yelling profanities at Kalila. Breccan stopped in his tracks and stared the man down. "I know this is supposed to be formal, but how can it be when you keep insulting my fiancée? Yes, she is what you call a sky rat, but she's my sky rat. You may not see her for what she is now, but you will. She is a loving and wise woman and she is to be your queen. Learn some respect."
And with that they turned around and left.
“The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places.
But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now
mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
Monarch: Breccan Nicasio Zevi Willem Augustus
Consort: Kalila Savita Whimsy [Scipio]
Of the illustrious Royal House of: Toril
In the Kingdom of: Sidonie
---
"Kalila, I love you," Breccan Toril, prince of all of Sidonie, whispers, his voice breathy against her ear. Kalila turns to him slightly before returning her eyes to the sky, hands on the controls, fingers dancing across them as she flies the craft. A scoff breaks the brief silence. "Kalila, there's no reason for us not to be together. I love you. Don't tell me now that you don't love me."
Keeping her eyes forward, Kalila slowly replies, "Breccan, honey, you know I love you. I just don't think it's a good idea for us to stay together. Not now that your father passed away and you're supposed to rise to the throne. I never wanted any of that. Besides, you're a prince. Princes aren't supposed to marry pilots. And that's what I am. A pilot. Other than you, my only love is the skies and the stars through which I fly. And if life is going to keep us apart, so be it. But you can't marry a mere pilot, sweetie. No matter how much you love me."
"Screw tradition!" Breccan shouted in outburst, his face glowing red with anger. His eyes glared out of his royal face. "We're not in the golden age where tradition was everything anymore. We're here. We're now. This is the modern age, Kalila. The modern age! I'm the prince and you know what I say? I say screw tradition, let's get married."
Kalila sat in silence. Her mind worked best when focused on her flying and the beauty and peace that brought. Breccan shifted his weight impatiently from foot to foot, waiting for her to answer. Patience was not a strength of the young prince. "So?" he inquired demandingly. Kalila, keeping her composure, shushed him. Despite how much Breccan disliked this habit of hers, he knew that she required time for thought. She was not the impetuous type to make a decision in the blink of an eye. That's one of the things he loved about her. They were so very different in that way. His impetuosity when paired with her caution resulted in many beautiful adventures and he knew--he just knew--that they would make a wonderful pair, both as a husband and wife and as a king and queen.
"What if the people don't like it?" Kalila asked, her voice almost too quiet, just loud enough to echo softly around the mostly empty room. "They've never met me. They expect you to follow tradition, love. I fear they'll not like your decision to love a simple pilot. You realize that my kind is considered the lowest of the low? They look down upon those of us who aren't content with this tiny planet we call home. They think that because we find joy and peace and beauty among the stars more than upon the dusty earth that we have no respect for our home and those who raised us. How do you expect the people to react to your loving me?"
"I don't care what they think! They can go f--"
"Breccan!" Kalila warned.
He took a deep breath before continuing. "The people aren't the ones marrying you. I'm the only one who is. That is, if you say yes. If they don't like you because you're a pilot, they can deal with it. Once they get to know you and who you are, once they understand that you have a great and deep respect for all of creation, once they realize that you are the sweetest, kindest, smartest, most patient person on the face of all this world, they will love you just as much as I do." He knelt down beside her, placing his hand gently on her upper thigh. "Kalila, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want you to be my adventure partner. I want you to be my adviser. I want you to be my wife. I can't do this alone. Not life. Not ruling. I need you, Kalila. Do you want this too?"
Kalila breathed in and slowly exhaled, her breath coming out in a slight hiss. Closing her eyes for just a brief second, she replied, "Yes." Then she opened her eyes and returned her focus to her flight. "But you have to promise that there won't be any flouncy gowns and fancy clothes. At least not on a regular basis. I can handle every once in awhile. Oh! And I have to still be allowed to fly. I won't give that up to marry you. Not for all the love in the world!"
Breccan laughed, kissing her on the top of her head. "I promise! You won't regret saying yes, sweetie. You won't."
Hours later, when Kalila and Breccan had returned to the land, he took her by the hand to present her to his mother and brothers and sister. "Mother, you know Kalila," Breccan opened the conversation. "I've known Kalila all my life. I've loved her even longer, though it may seem impossible. Mother, I asked her to marry me and she said yes. Kalila will be my wife and queen."
His mother looked from her son in his fancy garb to the pilot girl, dressed in a faded green jumpsuit, hair messy and unwashed. "Breccan, you dare bring her home to me as the woman you wish to take as your wife? I was fine with her being your friend. I was reluctant to have her be your lover. But I am furious with her being your betrothed. Do you know who she is? You cannot expect me to present this sky rat to the people as your fiancée. Surely, you must be pulling my leg."
Kalila gently withdrew her hand from Breccan's grasp. "I told you," she whispered. "I must go. I can't allow you to marry me if your mother disapproves." She turned and walked away from the royal family.
Breccan took a step closer to his mother, gesturing behind his back. "That young woman deserves the best. She loves me, mother. Can't you see that? Could you not see the look of pure disappointment and regret on her face as you spoke? The only family she has are the other pilots and the sky through which she flies. But she is smart. She is kind. She is patient. Though she may be a mere 'sky rat,' mother, she will make a better queen than you ever were." With that, he turned on his heel and ran after Kalila. Stopping her, he grabbed her passionately and kissed her, right in front of his mother and siblings.
His youngest brother leaned over to his mother and whispered, "He's right, mother. I've met Kalila Scipio before and she is everything he says and more. She will be good for him and for Sidonie. Besides, mother, Breccan is entirely in love with her. Let them marry. I beg of you. I'll give up marrying my lover if you will allow them to marry. I understand that I, as the youngest, have no obligation to marry well and may give my heart to my one true love, but Breccan deserves this, mother. He deserves this."
The queen sighed. Her youngest son was always her favorite. He had been wise, gentle, and self-sacrificing since birth. If she had her way, he would be rising to the throne, not her oldest. Breccan had always been her husband's favorite, wild, impetuous, and adventure-oriented. But she still loved him and understood that he would still make a good ruler. "Breccan," she called, "if you think this decision is wise, you may marry the sky rat. On one condition."
"Yes, mother?" Breccan questioned, holding Kalila tight to him, her arms holding him near.
"You must be the one to break it to the people that their new queen is a pilot," she replied as she exited the room.
Breccan and Kalila both broke into hearty, musical laughter. "It's so worth it," he chuckled as they, too, exited the room. "I don't care how they react. I have you."
The next day, Breccan woke Kalila early. "Today, at noon, I announce you as my queen-to-be," he explained, lying beside her. "Which means that you have to dress for the occasion. I won't make you dress up, dress for the occasion. Just so long as you wear something nice than your everyday faded wear. You have dress clothes, right?"
"If you consider a slightly less faded jumpsuit dress clothes," Kalila laughed. "I've never had the need to dress up."
"Well, mother isn't going to like it, but I think your slightly less faded jumpsuit will do just fine. We're not presenting another royal to them. We're presenting you. And the jumpsuit is part of you. But you probably should wash your hair and pull it out of your face a little more."
"I thought you liked my wild hair," Kalila teased.
Breccan laughed, playing with her hair. "Oh, I do. My mother on the other hand wouldn't appreciate it much if I introduced my fiancée with a head of wild hair. She's funny like that."
"Fine. I'll do it for her."
"Good."
Noon came and it was time for Breccan to present his betrothed. "You ready?" he whispered as they prepared to go out. Kalila didn't even vocalize her response, shaking her head instead. "You nervous?" She nodded vigorously. "Don't be," he advised her, kissing her lightly. "You've never cared what people think before."
"This is different," she sighed. "These are your people. These are the people that I'm going to be ruling over at your side."
"Tell you what, after this, we go on a long flight together and put it on auto while we enjoy some time to ourselves to admire the beauty of this life," he said, winking at her.
"Deal." Kalila laughed and planted a kiss on his cheek. "I'm holding you to it."
Breccan opened his mouth to reply but the doors opened before he could. "Let's go." With Kalila on his arm, he stepped out to make the announcement. The moment they walked into the light, whispers arose in the crowd. Kalila's grip tightened nervously. As they neared the crowd, the whispers grew louder and angrier. One person even started yelling profanities at Kalila. Breccan stopped in his tracks and stared the man down. "I know this is supposed to be formal, but how can it be when you keep insulting my fiancée? Yes, she is what you call a sky rat, but she's my sky rat. You may not see her for what she is now, but you will. She is a loving and wise woman and she is to be your queen. Learn some respect."
And with that they turned around and left.
“The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places.
But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now
mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
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