Playing Varnholds lot after you completed Varnhold Vanishing just to multiple hear Cephal’s plans for the barony next door
Cephal: They won’t survive the Troll invasion— Stop giving them aid!! The won’t survive it anyway.
Chephal: We oughta just take a few of their cities in the chaos— I think a beach front mansion on the shores of silver-step sounds simply delightful…
Maegar: Dude WHY are you so obsessed with this???? They have done nothing to us
Cephal: Well look who’se the stick in the mud now! im suggesting improvements to the realm. It’s only me safeguarding our interests by dealing with our neighbors. I should just pack up and leave if you don’t want to listen to common sense.
Nothing is more satisfying then remembering he became a pin cushion when in his final stand
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08.11 hospital | vala, maegar
welcome to ot3: They All Need Therapy
The meeting amongst Vala’s advisors is relatively brief and endlessly boring.
She still doesn’t quite understand why, as queen, she’s forced to endure such needless minutiae when she’s paying an entire council of people to deal with problems in her stead. Still, apparently her opinion on whether or not to continue pouring gold into the development of a little village along a major trade route is, in fact, very important.
Vala doesn’t much care – what she does care about is that the debate would be much, much simpler had her treasurer deemed his own presence necessary.
She likes Maegar. She has since she’d first met him at Jamandi’s mansion, and as much as she still thinks he rules with too soft a hand, she can appreciate that he, like her, has no patience for all the damned politics that accompanies power. They’re hardly kindred spirits, but she respects him.
His sudden indifference to his position within her council, however, she finds despicable.
It makes her rethink her decision to so quickly appoint him to her council of advisors; there had been weeks of talks to finalize the ceding of Varnhold to Vala, but as soon as Maegar had suggested it, Vala had, in turn, suggested a place for him in her council. She’d hardly known anything about the man at the time, but the first two months after joining had proven fruitful – until he’d approached her to ask about a journey into Lostlarn Keep.
They’d rescued a dwarven woman – Elena is her name, she thinks, but Vala knows little else about her – but she’s remained in some sort of magically-induced sleep for the past week, and Vala isn’t sure Maegar has left their makeshift hospital since. So, when the meeting is adjourned and Vala is freed from the more tedious aspects of ruling, she heads straight for the hospital with the intention of demanding Maegar put an end to his needless vigil.
She finds him, as expected, seated beside Elena’s bedside, hunched over with one of her hands in both of his. Vala plants herself on the other side of the bed, arms crossed, waiting for Maegar to acknowledge her presence.
He doesn’t.
With a frown, Vala clears her throat and asks, “Did you resign and I wasn’t aware, or did you not realize that your presence as treasurer is not voluntary?”
Maegar looks up with a curious, unfocused glance that Vala takes to mean he hadn’t actually realized she’d approached. “I– yes, I know. Jhod says…'' He trails off, his gaze focusing once more on Elena’s sleeping form. “He thinks she’ll wake soon, but there’s no way to know for sure.”
Vala narrows her eyes; Jhod had told her that Elena was perfectly fine. “Even so, I can’t allow my advisors to abandon their duties at every minor inconvenience.”
“I’ll gladly step aside if that’s what is required of me.”
The fervor and insistence in his voice is a surprise to Vala, and she finds herself staring down at him, curious. “When you asked me to join you at Lostlarn Keep, you said she’s the woman you intend to marry.” It’s not a question, exactly, but Vala finds herself struck rather suddenly with the realization that Maegar’s bond with this woman must be… considerable.
There’s a softness to the way he looks down at Elena, a vulnerability and openness in the smile he wears. “She is.” He’s silent for a moment, then gives a dry chuckle. “If she’ll still have me, that is. I look forward to the earful she’s going to give me about giving away her home and her job.”
“Her job?”
“She served as my General in Varnhold, and was part of the Host before that.” Maegar’s expression darkens, the lovesick adoration fading to something closer to grief. “I no longer have a council or a mercenary group, so I have little to offer her anymore.”
The heaviness of his words sparks a realization in Vala’s mind as she thinks back to their expedition into the cursed keep. “The remains we found near her – you knew them.”
“Yes.” Maegar meets her gaze for the first time that evening, such bright grief in his eyes that Vala almost feels guilty for not making the connection earlier. “Quen, Lyra, and Fen. There were others for a while, but most left when we settled in Varnhold. But none traveled with me for as long as Cephal or Elena did.” He’s silent for a long moment, then his head drops again and his shoulders slump as he hunches over once more – whether weighed down by regret or in mourning, Vala can’t tell.
She thinks on his words, surprised to find that she not just sympathizes with him, she finds it almost admirable; if something were to happen to her, she thinks, Octavia and Regongar would be alright – the pair have been through enough together that she knows they would be strong enough to mourn her and move on. If something were to happen to Regongar, Vala thinks that she and Octavia would manage, provided they could both push past their grief and despair.
But, she knows, if something were to ever happen to Octavia, she and Regongar would both lose themselves in their vengeance and rage, both feeding off of each other in the worst way. If it were Octavia lying in front of her, rather than Elena, there wouldn’t be anyone to hold her hand as she slept – Vala and Regongar would be too busy cutting a bloody, merciless swathe through whoever they deemed responsible.
“Take whatever time you need,” Vala says, the words sudden and without pretense. “Linzi can handle the treasury until you’re ready to return.”
Maegar gives her a slow, confused look – almost as if trying to decide if he’s heard her correctly. “Thank you,” he says after a moment, sounding no less uncertain than he looks.
“I would commit unspeakable atrocities in my grief. Your quiet mourning is… admirable.” Brow furrowed, Vala gives Maegar an awkward, stilted nod and leaves without saying more. There’s no use in pretending that she and Regongar wouldn’t seek revenge, but the thought of Octavia lying alone in their hospital – compared to Maegar offering quiet companionship to Elena – has left her unsettled.
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