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a short sot k2 fic for @0-dear-rose-0! @spinthetags
word count: 1070
Kenny keeps her gloved hands folded neatly in her lap. She keeps her eyes trained on whoever speaks, occasionally sneaking glances at Kyle. He doesn’t even pretend to look invested. The respective councils of the Elven Kingdom and the Kingdom of Kupa Keep were already meeting for the third time to discuss the peace treaty. Cartman’s increasingly stupid demands would stretch the meetings out for another month, so Kyle gave up on listening early. Kenny admired his transparency. She was always concerned with appearances. Of course, when you’re king, no one is on your ass about posture.
Kyle’s eyes flit across the room out of boredom, meeting Kenny’s. She smiles subtly, an air of mischief on her face. She signals for him to look at Paladin Butters. He didn’t even notice he was speaking.
“King Eric’s next request is that imports and exports go through Kupa Keep’s customs before delivery.”
Kenny mouths “nosy bastard.” Kyle shakes his head with humor. He leans in and whispers in Stan's ear.
“King Kyle will honor that request if all imports and exports also go through our customs as well.”
Cartman’s eyes narrow. He nods once. Butters scribbles something down. “King Eric agrees.”
Kenny excitedly knocks the gavel on the marble block. “Both kingdoms will inspect imports and exports before delivery.” It was the only worthwhile part of these meetings. Cartman didn’t even want her there, but she couldn’t give him what he wanted. She claimed her birthright, and these meetings claimed her Sundays. “The penalty for failure to comply shall result in investigation and trial, as well as a temporary pause in imports and exports. So behave, boys.”
Kyle glances at her with affection. She winks, resettling her hands in her lap.
“The King’s next request,” Paladin Butters starts, “Is that the Stick of Truth be returned to its place in Kupa Keep.”
Kyle’s head snaps up. He frowns deeply. “The fuck? No.”
“King Kyle, I am disappointed to have to remind you that Kupa Keep is its historical resting place,” Cartman sneers. “I’m asking that we honor history.”
“Like hell you are!” Kyle fumes. “You want it where you have unlimited access to.”
“Through a show of hands, how many council members are in favor of honoring Wizard King Cartman’s request to keep the Stick of Truth at the Kingdom of Kupa Keep?” Stan asks.
Cartman and Butters raise their hands. The king looks displeased. “Kenny, what the hell?”
“I hate to remind you, King Eric, that the McCormick family are the actual historical holders of the Stick. It is a moot point.”
Cartman scoffs. Kenny rolls her eyes in Kyle’s direction. He’s delightfully surprised at her lack of vote. She was playing more transparent in return.
“In that case, I want the council to be aware of the fuck-me eyes Kenny and Kyle are exchanging!” Cartman exclaims.
Kenny presses her hand to her chest in feigned shock. She knocks the gavel again. “Alright! I call for a recess! Paladin, I advise that you have a talk with the King.”
Butters’ shoulders deflate. “Ken, are you serious? Can’t we just-?”
“No!” Kenny interrupts. “The councils ruled all parties remain calm and composed. King Eric’s outburst is grounds for a recess. If he does not comply, I have no choice but to-”
“Don’t even say it, Kenny,” Cartman spits. He scrapes his chair across the floor while he stands. “Butters, let’s go.”
Butters side-eyes Kenny before joining the king. Kenny princess waves goodbye.
Kyle watches Kenny exhale and lean back in her seat. She throws a crooked grin his way. “Brief recess.”
-
“The resting place for the Stick is a nonnegotiable,” Wendy says. “So to satisfy Cartman, you’ll have to compromise on something else big.”
Kyle sighs. “That’s not fair, though. He shouldn’t have suggested that to begin with.”
“No one disagrees with that, Kyle. But the peace of the Elven Kingdom depends on it. It’s best we reassess a previous decision. If we tell him we’re throwing a bone, his requests are just going to become more obscure.”
“Right.” He hates this diplomatic bullshit.
Wendy and Stan exchange a look. “Kyle, we have been… concerned with your behavior.”
Kyle bristles. “What do you mean?”
“You’re appearing inattentive,” Wendy explains.
“And distracted,” Stan adds. “Dude, you and Kenny should do whatever it is and get it over with, instead of letting it impact the treaty.”
“‘Whatever it is’?”
Stan cringes. “I meant, you know… Fulfill your intentions or move on?” He looks to Wendy for support. She just shakes her head solemnly. He messed up.
Kyle pushes himself away from the table. “Tell that to Cartman, who isn’t even pretending to take this seriously. What do you think this is for?”
He leaves Wendy and Stan dead silent in the tent.
-
Kenny rolls and stuffs a cigarette into her ring holder. She lights it and takes a long drag. Her lipstick leaves a smudge on the paper. As she exhales the large cloud, Kyle appears before her. He waves through the cloud. She smiles.
“How did I just know you’d come find me?” She teases.
He sits next to her on the stone border. “Part of a king’s job is to keep the princess happy.”
“I would be a lot happier if this would move along.”
Kyle gapes at her. “You called the recess!”
She leans closer to him. “I wanted to see you.” She rests her hand on his. “Wendy and Stan are mad at you, aren’t they?”
“Other way around. The whole thing is going in circles.”
Kenny kisses his hand supportively. He leans into her, kissing her lips in return. In just a few months, everything would be right.
“Recess over?” Kyle asks. He has much more energy to argue with Cartman now.
Kenny grins wide. “Let’s get him.”
-
Kenny watches the ground the carriage treads over. When she was Elven Queen, she would put flowers all over here. Business meetings didn’t have to be boring and colorless. No, everything she owned would have her own touch. No one could tell her differently.
Her eyes naturally direct towards Eric, traveling separately from her and Butters. It would be a shame if something bad happened that way.
“Princess,” Butters says. “Were you and Kyle really… flirting?”
Kenny looks at him with curiosity. She liked Butters. He would stay an important pillar in her kingdom. Someone she could rely on. “Of course.”
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