#she has a soft spot for itty bitty princes ok)

[sparklecryptid]

Oh bleep, imagine Regis asking *Tredd* what female!Luche's family was like. Tredd with /not pull his punches/, and was probably /there/ for some of it - he saw some of those interactions up close and personal.

Tredd, upon realizing he can drag Regis’ feelings through the mud just by being honest: 

And- the thing with Tredd here is that he doesn’t particularly care about the King. His fight with Niflheim is a personal one. Tredd doesn’t care about the well being of the King despite the oath Tredd himself swore. And it’s that oath and the fact that Regis is Luche’s father that prevents Tredd from being too cruel.

He thinks Luche’s indifference, her own brutal honesty, will be more effective in painting a picture than Tredd himself ever could.

But for now Tredd laughs. Short, harsh, brittle.

“What? You think that I’d just tell you?” His words fall from a wry grin. And Tredd knows that the King has power over him, could take Tredd from this world with a twist of his wrist but Tredd finds he doesn’t care. In this moment Tredd himself feels more predator than prey. “I shouldn’t. Luche will have my head if I do but I think- I think you should know. Just so I can watch the look on your face as you realize what made her into who she is.”

And still Tredd doesn’t tell Regis much. But what Tredd does tell the king is enough to paint a picture that makes Regis want to rage.

That makes him want to cry.

“She loved them,” Regis says.

“And they didn’t love her.” Tredd’s voice is cold. “She doesn’t need you, Your Majesty,” Tredd says, “She’s never needed a family that she didn’t chose.”