por los reyes

With Ana, none other. I swear, between the two of you, I am not even needed when it comes to the lives of my own children. Brother, ‘tis good to see you.

Ah, nonsense. How are the other pequeños? 'Tis good to see you, as well. Tell me now, how have you been? 

No, you listen to me, good sir. When Audrea comes of age, my assets will be her assets, regardless of anything else. I am fully aware that I have a son, but you are not fully aware that I already have a firstborn, and my first born is the one entitled to my earnings. No, listen. I am the one speaking. She is to be queen, are we clear? If she so chooses to pass my land and money on to Audric, then so be it, but the decision lies ultimately with her. Now, if this has something to do with her gender, I highly suggest you bring that up with her mother. I think she has a pot lying around somewhere…

I did not want to see that face, brother. I brought the kids? I think they may be hungry. Now I am here to see my god daughter, where is that lass? And the rest of the children? 

Ay, believe me. I am just as shocked as you are. Si.

I am so glad for you, prima. You will finally have a baby. Have you told your father yet? Your brother?

Admirable as always. I will leave it be, then. Peace has always been the better option as of late, has it not? And of course. You know, I always have to check in… Plus, I’m sure you’ll be wanting to see your nephew… or niece. Ay, I’m praying—no, begging for a boy.

-- You are with child?

Ay, the French. Silly goons. I miss my own silly goon, but — ah, si. No. No, you… can’t. Of course, our country means everything, but when it comes to matters of the heart, this is all so very absurd. Can they not just talk about it more? Come to a compromise?

I care for Valencia, Bea. And I care not for marriage. If what this man wants is for her daughter to marry in exchange for my duchy's peace, then I accept it. I am to leave soon. Mayhaps you would consider visiting sometime? I have been able to gather information and this senorita sounds like she ought to be pleasing company.

I will let you decide. Por favor, do not think too hard on it. 

You look... like you. 

Ay, what do I look like? —What is it?

Do I answer that honestly or give you the charming version? --So... I'm going home. And, uhm, I'm... going to marry sometime after?

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