The Pride of Tirnanog

"Se maith." He said, making his decision. "We will welcome her as any other guest--we've a reputation to uphold, tá?"

He saw new grins sparked and old grins spread a trifle wider.

"...Of hospitality." He added, just to make sure they were all standing on the same side of the shield.

*facepalm*

Good to know she hadn't fallen too far from the tree. All was still right with the universe.

This is a man who hasn't actually considered what kind of adolescent fruit he'd be dealing with if he went and pollinated the fruit of this tree.

But then, they never do.

. . . nearly as interesting as the Northers actually having someone mad enough to claim a crown, or at least, the rumor of one.

I hope he regrets that at some point.