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Whenever the leader of the free people of Hise shows up, the courtiers and the staff in Wellin's palace turn a blind eye.
Some of them do it with a disapproving frown on their face; some with a chuckle and a comment about young love.
After all, the young queen of Wellin is from Hise herself. Is it any wonder she can't let go of the incredibly handsome and charismatic pirate king?
Those who shake their heads mostly do so for the sake of their own king, the kind and compassionate Lisle.
Surely he must know, they think to themselves. King Lisle is a smart man.
At least King Lisle has his heir and a spare, conceived and born before Hamin began showing up to bother the queen, so there is no doubt about the parentage of their prince and princess.
As the queen's head maid, a redhead named Ria she'd brought with her from Hise (presumably, for where else could she have come from?) brings Hamin to the royal quarters to "play onvu" (is that what they're calling it nowadays?), the gossip only grows.
Emilia, queen of Wellin and mother of two, sighs as she sprawls out in her chair.
"Not even five minutes to spare, to start an onvu game with me," she complains, and Ria runs soothing fingers through her queen's hair.
"They have so little time together," the maid points out. "And it's been quite long since their last visit."
Not for lack of trying, Emilia knows. Mostly from her correspondence with Johanna, Hamin's wife and fellow Summit-goer.
Once widowed, Johanna had found a new start at the Summit and in Hise, and from all accounts, is very happy with both her position in the less rigid country she's married into, and with her adoring husband.
A husband she occasionally lends out to Wellin, for Lisle's sake and for Emilia's.
And if the gossip says that Hamin is here to sleep with her, well. Emilia will take that with ease, and she has even encouraged the gossip before. The thought of their king sleeping with a man would horrify the country, perhaps even leading to a civil war.
Emilia and Johanna had teamed up at the summit to prevent one war; she certainly has no intentions of letting another one begin at her feet.
And so she keeps her vigil at Lisle's door, setting up an onvu game so that she can have a maid see it later, once Hamin is done fucking her husband.
Or maybe being fucked, she thinks, tilting her head as she tries to listen to the muffled noises from behind the door.
"None of that," Ria chides, and presses a kiss to her cheek. "I may not be Sayra, but I can still give you a decent game."
With that, her maid and partner moves around the table and settles in the seat across from her, blushing prettily as Emilia gives her an obvious once-over.
"Hmm, we could do things other than onvu…" Emilia suggests, though it's more half-hearted than it usually is. She can't actually abandon her post, after all.
"Tonight," Ria promises. "Or tomorrow, once Hamin leaves."
"Til then," Emilia agrees, and turns her mind towards winning the game.