Veluska x Mira fanfic
Mira cupped Veluska’s soft face in her hand. “Our son has your eyes,” she said lovingly.
“Yes, he does. I only wish he had more of me in him, and less of that man.”
“Hush now, soon he shall be nothing more than an unpleasant memory.”
As they spoke an indignant Sobik was being dragged through the courtyard to the cheering of a large crowd.
“You can’t do this!” He screamed, pulling and twisting in a vain attempt to free his arms from the iron grip of the soldiers. “I am the King! The damn King!” His hair was dirty and longer than he usually keeps it after his stint in the dungeon.
“Shut up you wretch,” one of the guards backhanded him, sending a tooth flying.
Sobik blinked in disbelief until his sight landed on his son in the crowd. “My son! I am your father, I command you to help me!” He tried to pull free once more.
“How dare you give orders to the crown prince!” The guard who had struck him earlier shouted, raising his hand again.
Said crown prince, a mere seven year old child, tugged at his mother’s dress.
“Mummies, who is that man?”
Veluska crouched down and wrapped him in a hug. “That’s Sobik, he’s a very very bad man dearest. But don’t be scared, he can’t hurt you now.”
Mira too crouched down and placed her hand on her son’s shoulder. “You shouldn’t be watching this. How about you go back inside and we’ll have the kitchens cook you up something tasty, hmmm?”
“Apple pie!” the Prince cheered with enthusiasm.
“Pie it is,” Mira ruffled her son’s hair with a smile. “Run along and tell the kitchens the Queens want them to bake a fresh apple pie, and then we’ll share it together as a family.”
“Yaaaay!” The crown prince ran inside with a wide grin on his face, thoughts full of warm apple pie and Sobik already forgotten.
“What is this foul sorcery?” Sobik screamed. “Veluska you witch! You’ve done something to my son and corrupted my wife! I demand everyone cease this insanity at once!”
Veluska straightened and met Sobik’s eyes with a harsh glare. “I think you mean my son and my wife.”
Sobik continued screaming, red in the face, even as the priest tried to read him his last rites.
“You can’t do this. I’m the King! Execute her, not me!”
From the crowd a week old tomato soared through the air to burst upon Sobik’s face with pinpoint accuracy. He sputtered indignantly, trying to shake off the foul smelling fruit only to be struck by another.
The incoherent screams of rage didn’t cease until the headsman’s axe brought them to a sudden and final stop. Everyone cheered. Even Darin was there with his wife and son, who were both alive, happy, and healthy. Instead of joining the army Darin had found his calling as a pianist and as the court musician was a rather wealthy man.
Mira and Veluska celebrated by enjoying a freshly baked apple pie with their son.
Afterward they walked arm in arm to their shared room, Veluska leaning her head on Mira’s shoulder.
“Come my love,” Mira said, wrapping her arms around Veluska. “Let us make some siblings for our son.” Veluska simply smiled and closed the doors behind them for a little privacy.
Now, I’m sure you’d like me to describe it in the most intimate of details.
So naturally I shall indulge, leaving no details to the imagination.
The doors to the private room are a beautiful piece of art carved seventy years earlier during the reign of King Jadowick. They are each made from different wood so they both have a different shade of brown, with each being carved whole from a single continuous piece of wood along with a twin door elsewhere which I’ll get to later.
The left door is made of sturdy oak from the forests of Kanton and is carved with the bird symbol of house Stiedry soaring above various animals that can be found in the Kantonian forests. Rabbits, deer, and the like. Among them is a Kantonian bowman, setting aside his weapon and reaching towards a figure on the right door.
The right door meanwhile is carved from the jungle kapok trees of Krorid. In addition to the animals that are typical of the Krorid forests, the figure represented carries a crossbow. A clear symbol of the mighty rangers that are the pride of the Kroridian army. He too is setting aside his crossbow and reaching to the bowman on the left.
The doors were made to celebrate the enduring friendship between Kanton and Krorid. The twin of each door being installed in the capital of the jungle nation. Everything mirrored, with the oak door on the right and the kapok wood door on the left.
The doors had stood undamaged for the entire seventy years, barring a minor incident involving a young Sobik, a knife, an angry goat, and half a bottle of vinegar. They replaced an aged set of doors made in the Ravarian style which can still be found on display on a side corridor of the castle. They’re too aged to be used as doors anymore however still make for an impressive sight which students on Ravarian history sometimes make a trip to visit.
And so began the golden age of Kanton as its wise queens led it to the height of peace and prosperity. Elya would be born 9 months later. The Erisians never invaded Krorid and the young prince would grow up never knowing war.
I would post it on my AO3, but I’m worried that my regular readers would flay me alive for not updating any of my main stories for a year only to emerge from the swamps to drop complete nonsense before descending back into the murky depths.
in big formations 
. The best timeline.