Historical Supercorp AU: The Lost Queen
This morning I listened to a podcast called What Really Happened (which is really great and you should listen to it), and this one episode was about King John II of France, who was captured by the Black Prince of Wales and spent a third of his reign as an extravagant prisoner of war. There’s a part of his story where he actually goes back to France for a while, but then returns to England at the slightest provocation to resume his POW status.
I dunno what it is about this story, but it makes me want a Supercorp AU where Lena is the Black Prince and Kara is the captured king of France and Lena is instantly smitten and proceeds to shower her prisoner with lavish meals and jubilant parades.
She makes it her singular mission to give Kara every reason to stay in England with her, up to and including setting steep ransoms that the French can’t possibly hope to raise.
But when Kara insists she can raise the 3mil crowns if she can go back to oversee the efforts to raise funds herself, Lena is all “fine then, go, see if I care.” And the instant Kara sets foot in France she realizes how much she misses England. Not just the food or the celebrations– but the nights she spent discussing politics and strategy with her captor the Black Prince, and the quiet moments they stole in the woods during the hunts Lena hosted.
When it becomes obvious the burden her ransom and release is putting on her people, Kara nopes back to England with a new solution she hopes the Black Prince will accept.
In the great hall of King Lionel III, Kara kneels before the Black Prince and explains the plight of her people. Lena listens, expression dour (royals shouldn’t pout, but the Black Prince does).
“I fail to see how breaking the treaty you insisted upon is my problem,” Lena says finally. “You would break your oath?”
“No,” Kara assures her. “My people are unable to pay the agreed ransom, and so I surrender myself unto you in good faith and honor.”
Lena doesn’t look convinced. She looks like she wants to raze a village or two, and Kara is desperate to ensure its not her villages in the Black Prince’s sights.
“And I propose a new treaty, to bring our lands together in alliance for perpetuity.”
Kara can’t help the smile that curls her lips ever so slightly. “My hand, in holy matrimony, to the Prince of Wales.”
When Lena’s cheeks immediately flush a deep crimson, Kara knows she has her.