It was after his father ordered the search for the cup did Arthur take Leon aside and guide him toward his own chambers and shut the doors behind them. He would go on the hunt tomorrow, though Arthur was questioning even more if perhaps magic was not as evil as his father made it seem, not if it was able to bring Leon back from the brink of death.

“You should rest,” Arthur said as he pointed a finger to his own bed. “I know you’re stubborn and won’t want to, but can you please do what I say? I’ll make sure no one bothers you. And I’ll have some food brought for you too. When was the last time you’ve eaten?” He wanted to hug Leon, to pull him close and never let him go, but that wasn’t Arthur and he was still so uncertain about everting between them. He would not push it by making things more complicated than they already were.

For the first time since the War of the Five Kings--a clever, quaint name for the war that had taken so much from so many--an envoy from the Vale was being welcomed into King’s Landing. It was a momentous occasion, considering how the Arryns had kept their forces from participating in even one battle. The king, however, was not among the greeting party. He had recently commissioned a new a crossbow and was all too eager to try it out on the poor, unsuspecting creatures in the depths of the kingswood. 

So it fell to Margaery--as queen--to ride out into the city to meet the new arrivals at the gates. It was not the sort of thing that Cersei or even the late King Robert would have done but she had found that a personal touch went a long way in securing the loyalty love of people noble and common. Even as she rode, calls of her name and blessings rose up from the parted crowd. She smiled for them, waved, and even paused here and there to greet them personally. 

Those delays were avoidable so it took them longer to reach the Northern gate than it would have if she had simply ignored the commonfolk that flocked to watch their procession. Joff would have paid them no mind, she thought grimly. Or else had the kingsguard beat anyone who came too close. Margaery pushed those thoughts away as the gates were pulled open, adopting a confident but genial expression for their guests. A white falcon and crescent moon adorned the blue banner that flapped over their heads, proclaiming the arrival of House Arryn at last. Though the moment was certainly significant, it was not the importance of such a meeting that stole the breath from her lungs and caused her to grip her reins a little to tightly. 

Margaery did not recognize him at first glance but there was no mistaking the straw-colored curls and fierce blue eyes of the knight at the head of the column. He was no longer the boy she’d known at Highgarden but a man and a seasoned warrior. His armor--though polished and well cared for--still bore the minute wear from battle. Do I look so different to him as well?

At dinner, a friend of her father’s had been seated next to Mithian. While she normally did not mind his company, for some reason tonight he had been much more forward with his attentions. It was beyond polite flirting, and she had been just about to feign a headache and retire for the night when the dessert course was served. As it was her favorite, pear tarts, she gritted her teeth and did her best to remain polite. When it was finally over and their guests had left, she found that she was too keyed up to sleep and she instead headed for the stables.

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Greetings Sir Leon, 

I trust this letter will find you well, as it will only have been about a month since I left when you receive this. I must thank you for your kindness and discretion you displayed during our last encounter in Camelot, as well as the courtesy shown me during the tour of the castle. 

Did the kittens all find good homes? If you will, please write to me post haste to let me know all is well with them. If you do not, I will fear the worst. 

With warmest regards, 

@licnheart​ sent: ❝ let me hold your hand. ❞ ( for mithian )

surprised is how mithian felt in that moment. it is a simple enough request and certainly not a request she’d have a hard time granting. rather, the manner of which it is said, the confidence in his voice. leon was a man who did little that he did not believe in  ⁠— so he had to believe, surely, that she would agree.

   “I’m not a knight why should I learn to use a sword?” He does know how to use one, maybe not as well as the knights or even Gwen, but he’ve defended himself on a couple of ocassions, also who needs a sword when you have magic? but it’s not like he can tell Leon that.

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“  ..... ”

Cass eyes the man, a skeptical eyebrow raised. A newspaper stand before her boasted a dozen headlines of, “DISMEMBERED! MORE BODY PARTS DISCOVERED IN RIVER. POLICE DECLINE TO COMMENT.”

It was evident the stranger had also been eyeing the stand, but a demon was not the reason people parts were floating just downstream of her favorite bakery.