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Cywyllog is in the bar this evening. There's no tea or wine, just her, wandering around the main area, humming to herself and absently braiding a lock of hair.

She's contemplating going outside later, as she hasn't been out to the lake very often - if at all - since the weather improved.

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Well, now she's slightly amused.

"Yes. The classic love triangle. And this is something they teach in schools?"

"Let me guess, it was big drama where you are?" Parker shrugs, "They teach really odd things in school."

"It is not common knowledge in my world, but I suspect when it is, there will be a good deal of commotion about it, yes." She nods.

"It seems they do. Is any of it all that useful?"

Parker laughs. "Only if you're going to follow the life that you've been systematically trained to follow," he says.

"You're married to one of Arthur's sons, then."

Cywyllog straightens and raises her chin.

"Arthur only has one son."

Shrugging, he says, "We didn't get that far in the whole 'one true king' stuff. What's his name?"

"Mordred." She answers softly. "Mordred Pendragon."

"Cywyllog Pendragon?" Parker smiles sympathetically. "You're kids'll be miserable with a last name like that."

She raises an eyebrow. "It is a title more than a name and they will be proud to have it, when they are old enough to understand."

Nodding, Parker says, "Joke. I don't know who could argue with a last name - title - that means, 'this kingdom is yours.'"

"Especially when it is accurate." She adds.

"You ever think about being queen?" Parker asks.

"Of course. I will be when my husband is King." She answers, matter-of-factly.

"Which leads to the insulting question of whether you love him." Parker smiles a little, softening it.

"Does it? I do not see how the two are connected."

Parker shrugs. "In my world, women that marry into fortune, sometimes don't do it for love."

Curiously, "I'm interested if it's the same in yours."

"Marriages between royals are for political reasons, although in general, women do not get to choose their husbands." This too, is said mtter-of-factly. It's just the way things are.

"So, that's a no?" Parker asks.

There's hesitation, but she reluctantly answers,

"We are not in love, no."

"I'd say, 'I'm sorry', but you don't seem to be that sorry about it," Parker says, completely without judgment. In fact, it might be a little respect. Most women he knows would try to put a prettier face on it.

She shrugs again.

"I was raised with the expectation that my marriage would be to solidify our relationship with another kingdom."

"And it did. Daughter in law to the one-true-king." Parker smiles. "It's a lot better than being son-in-law to Bertie the female trucker."

"It did more than that. It has ensured that my family's blood will continue the line of Kings." Which, frankly, is more important than good relations.

"My father was more than pleased."

"You weren't?" Odd phrasing, because it implies too much. Parker thinks, sometimes he reads too much into things.

"My father is a king in his own right." She replies diplomatically. "Such things tend to mean more than they do to a princess."