Awkward Conversation

“…Thank you for coming ba–”

“Please. Stop. I’m only in here because Danae thinks you’re going to tell me something important.”

“Yes — I am.”

“Then let it out.”

“Terrance, I’ll only ask you this once. Speak to my wife with respect.”

“Your Majesty, if you’ll excuse me, I would prefer never to be in the same realm of existence as your wife, much less the same room, and much less, ever really hear her speak again, if possible. I do not have any respect for her with which I could speak. As a former ambassador of the Summer Court, I had thought you would appreciate my honesty, rather than a stupid facade where I pretend to have such love–”

“Grey–”

“NO. Throw me out. Send me out. Strip me of my ambassadorship. But I will not be anything less than disgusted.”

“You slept with he–”

“She USED m–”

“SHUT UP! The BOTH OF YOU!”

“…”

“…”

“Thank you. Terrence, I’m full with child.”

“As I have seen.”

“It’s yours.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“Is there anything you want to say?”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

“…oh. Is there anything you’d, ah… Do you have any preferences about how–”

“Cast it out.”

“What?”

“That’s my preference.”

“What if –”

“You asked my preference. Cast it out. I want nothing of it.”

“What?”

“I want nothing of it. It isn’t something I can share with Danae. And–if I can be so bold, it’s certainly not something you should share with your beloved. But I want nothing of it. And even if I have nothing of it, I’d prefer no one does.”

“But–”

“No.”

“What?”

“No. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Oh.”

“I’m going now.”

“…”

“…”

“…well. That went well.”

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