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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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"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."

"Do you have brothers?" Odd question. Makes sense in his head.

"Just one." She looks at him curiously. "Why?"

Parker says, "You said that it meant your blood would continue a line of kings. I wondered why that wouldn't happen already."

"The line of Kings. The High Kingship." Cywyllog offers by way of explanation.

"We will rule Gwynedd for many years, of course, but all of Briton is something different altogether."

"Right. The one true king." Parker shrugs. "I come from America. We don't have a monarchy like that. Ours is made of money."

"Many here seem to come from that place." She smiles slightly. "You do have a leader, though, yes?"

"God, I hope he's not the one true king," Parker says. "I'd have to move here permanantly."

"Is he so bad?" It is, of course, an honest question.

"If you think that taking away basic civil rights and replacing them with a police state is bad, then, yes." He's dry about it, but underneath is fury.

Alas, he's talking to a woman from the 6th century. Civil rights aren't something she's familiar with.

She assumes it a bad thing he's talking about, anyway.

"Is there a chance of war?"