I’m just going to post snippets here now and again for fun. You don’t need context. (Though I wrote this right after I finished one of the worst fantasy books I’ve ever read. i need to clean my mind.)
”You should be king,” Coniath insisted, slumping in his chair defeatedly. “I have no earthly grasp on how to proceed, how to protect my people. At least you have experience with war. The throne is your birthright, not mine.”
General Finnalon laughed. She propped her steel toed feet on the edge of the intricately carved table and tipped back her chair with an ease the rest of the room lacked.
“Kanaray a king,” she chortled. “That I would pay good gold to see.”
The Commander struggled between horror at the very idea and amusement with his wife’s dismissal.
"If I were king, you would be queen,” he pointed out smugly.
She waved a hand.
"Goddess, no," she drawled. "I would take the boys and live out a peaceful life with my people. We’d fish everyday and at night I’d tell them stories of their ridiculous father who failed to properly court their mother in her youth."
"We were fourteen,” he protested. “Riedian’s largest war in history was crashing down around us. And now, I reach ultimate power and you abrogate our marriage?”
"Ultimate power doesn’t get to stab things," Finn pointed out with a jab of her hand to demonstrate. "Coniath, when was the last time you touched a weapon?"
"A week ago," Coniath frowned, ears reddening.
"See?" Finn smacked the side of her chair with a triumphant whack. "No stabbing."
"I didn’t realize violence was a necessary factor of our marriage," Kanaray said dryly.
"It’s a definite bonus," she replied with a fierce grin.
"I seem to recall a rather serious matter brought us all here in the first place," Shainaka Nycon commented dryly. "As much as I enjoy your martial distress.”
"There’s no distress,” Finn said cheerfully. "Kan is not king, therefor our marriage is sound."
"There, you see?" Kan raised his eyebrows at Coniath. "I cannot risk estranging my charmingly violent wife by obtaining power. You’ll simply have to remain king. Apologies."
Nycon said, “Riedian breathes its relief.”