The Dead Dove Locker -- "I don't know what I expected."

[Mamorien]

Princess of the Void.

“My husband is thinking about something.” Sykora blows cool air onto his forehead. “He’s got his little thinking lines.”

“I’m thinking about all kinds of things,” he says. “I’m a thinker.”

“You were looking at Mava ordering her siblings around this afternoon,” Sykora says. “And you had that lost Maekyonite rebel look on. You’re still not sure about the in-waiting thing, are you?”

“I can adjust,” he says. “If that’s how it’s supposed to go then we can, I just… my natural reaction is to fret about it. Putting one kid on a pedestal like that. It’s everything you’re not supposed to do on Maekyon.”

Sykora shakes her head. “We can discuss it, dove. If you want to figure something else out. We said we’d find a middle ground.”

“Surely there are expectations, though. If they’re going to be the children of a Princess.”

“Of course there are. But you—oh God… one second.” Sykora grunts to herself as she shifts in his lap and stands atop the bed, so they’re face-to-face. “You’re Grant Hyde. You’ve never let expectations stop you.”

The cabin’s chirping alarm breaks them out of the followup kiss they’re leaning into.

“Urgent tone. Hmm.” Sykora frowns. “Answer on speaker.”

“Majesties.” Hyax’s clipped voice pipes into the cabin. “We have an emergent situation on the hab level that requires your attention.”

Sykora’s frown cuts deeper. “What’s going on?”

“Ensign Kamen has overindulged at the cantina,” Hyax says. “He’s drunk, and he… he is impugning His Majesty.”

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