#𝒇𝒕. ⸺ gabriel arslan.

[cocoakisscs]

❛   is  that  supposed  to  be  a  bad  thing ?  ❜  her  patience  for  it  all  dwindled  as  the  evening  passed  ,  finding  solace  in  the  outskirts  of  the  feast  .  if  a  few  too  many  goblets  of  wine  past  her  lips  ,  so  be  it  .  aware  enough  of  all  that  happened  around  her  ,  alert  to  watch  each  person's  countenance  that  ventured  close  to  speak  while  maintaining  a  close  eye  on  her  husband  and  family  .  she  hadn't  felt  surrounded  by  an  enemy  as  acutely  as  she  did  now  ,  stuck  with  faces  unknown  and  unwilling  to  put  forth  the  efforts  to  bring  about  familiarity  .  what  little  she  knew  about  the  council  she  knew  needed  to  grow  ,  and  perhaps  the  hand  of  the  king  would  be  a  good  first  step  .  though  surely  he  had  kept  the  news  of  the  king's  health  under  wraps  from  the  all  ,  prompting  her  placid  smile  .  ❛  i  do  jest  ,  of  course  .  an  indulgence  in  wine  wouldn't  keep  me  from  missing  the  celebrations  .  i  hadn't  had  a  chance  to  thank  you  ,  lord  hand  ,  for  your  generous  wedding  gift  .  it's  beautiful  . ❜    

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the whispers were rife. stefan was healthy and strong, and none of them knew? if he weren’t a man with many masks, it would’ve been clear that the hand to the king was u p s e t. not only had he been unaware of the king’s recovery, he also didn’t know what was the reason behind the miracle — despite his extensive network of covert information. the cherry on top was that the bastard had decided to reveal himself just when gabriel had taken the dais to address the  people of coňstanja. only gabriel knew the struggle he had been through to contain his shock, and appear unaffected—as if he had known about this surprise.

as he milled about the gathering with a pleasant look of calm upon his features, drinking from his goblet of rose sharbat, he remarked to his companion, “if you continue at that pace, i don’t think you’ll be able to be there in time to witness the blessing of the crops in the morning.”