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Rhiannon could not believe it. For the first time since the galleian refugees had effectively landed at her door, the fae woman was finally able to have a quiet moment to herself. Well, not entirely to herself – her beloved husband was ever at her side. Yes, she and Ambrigatos were finally married, and she had formally stepped aside as Teumnach's next Queen, revealing at her dear twin brother Rhodri was to be King in her stead.
But there was more than that. Due to her marriage to Ambrigatos, Rhiannon was now crowned as High Queen of Galleia. It might not have been the role of queen that her mother had envisioned for her, but Rhiannon hoped that her mother did not see her as a complete disappointment? Hopefully.
Who was she kidding, of course her mother saw her as the disappointment. Rhiannon had walked away from a destiny that been assigned to her from birth, and fallen in love with a human. But Rhiannon – or Riana as she was called in the galleian tongue – didn't care. She loved Ambrigatos deeply, and she had not stopped smiling from the moment of their wedding.
Perhaps the gods had even agreed to the match, for when Ambrigatos had asked her to accompany him to Galleia, Rhiannon had not hesitated to go with him. The sea's had been calm all the way through the voyage. Now they were fortunate enough to be granted some quiet time alone. Away from royal courts, council meetings, and seeing to fortifications against attacks. Perhaps now even the small wounds she had inflicted on fingers with a sewing during while embroidering a new flag of Ambrigatos's tribal emblem might even be able to heal properly.
Rhiannon looked around the town that they had decided to visit: Remi, in the Belgae territory. It was rather quaint really, fairly similar in style to Nouiios Bibractii in terms of architecture, but it possessed far less round buildings in comparison, and such round building were limited to the outskirts of town where the farms lay. The town sat next to the ocean on the Santonian Shore, with thick forest surrounding it, and mountains in the distance.
Sitting up on a hill overlooking the down, Rhiannon smiled softly, one hand resting on her large rounded belly. A hard kick against her hand from the baby that was steadily growing within made her grin brighter.
“Not long now little one”, Rhiannon promised her unborn child. Another kick against her hand drew a soft chuckle from the expectant mother. The fae woman looked to her husband who wasn't too far away.
“I never thought we'd be able to get away like this”, she admitted to him, speaking in Galleian. She spoke in his tongue most of the time now, and she was rather fluent – baring the few exceptions of where she tripped up on translations. “For once we aren't being interrupted”.
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This is based after the wedding between Ambrigatos and Rhiannon (which has not been played out yet)TAG;; @Ambrigatos Lugurix