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canonical_insanityStory Name: Empresses and Queens.
Story Genre: Final Fantasy XII
Story Rating: PG.
Pairing: Penelo/Larsa.
Disclaimer: ...If I owned Final Fantasy XII, do you think I'd be writing fanfiction about it? Really?
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mariagoner: Larsa/Penelo: The one where he finally, finally, finally gets to kiss her. Crossposted to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
larsaxpenelo. Follows my other two Larsa/Penelo stories (Story of the Proposal, and Of Funerals and Scantily Clad Sky Pirates).
He could hardly wait.
He was finally getting married.
They had been engaged for six years, which was actually quite short by the standards of Archadian nobility. Still, he was now eighteen and -since his father had been too busy forcing the Senate to have collective heart attacks and Vayne had been too busy taking over the world to force him to marry some airheaded princess from Rozarria- he could get married to the person that he wanted to marry.
He'd already asked Ashe for her permission to marry her subject and she had reluctantly agreed. On the condition that he recompense her for the loss of this 'most dear of Dalmasca's daughters', through allying the two nations, permanently, and giving Dalmasca trade advantages over other nations.
She had also insisted that they follow Dalmascan customs during the engagement. This hadn't bothered him until she had managed to unearth an ancient statute dating back to Raithwall's period stating that the bride and groom could not kiss before the wedding. Unfortunately for Larsa and Penelo, no-one had ever thought to overrule that archaic piece of legislation. Queen Ashelia could be very malicious when it suited her. However, he had managed to convince her to throw an aristocratic title for Penelo into the deal. She was now either a Duchess or a Marquise, but he couldn't remember.
He'd only thrown it in so that the Senate would stop giving her dirty looks.
He fidgeted with the outfit. He wasn't entirely sure that he liked the attire that had been picked out for him. It looked like it had belonged to his great grandfather and it smelled even worse. As he tore apart his own wardrobe -and Vayne's, for that matter- for something presentable to wear, a familiar face peeked around the door.
"Getting cold feet?"
"How did you get in here? Never mind, I know. 'I'm a sky pirate and I know a way into every palace in Ivalice', right?"
Vaan smirked.
"Close enough. Although you should be proud, it took me twice as long to get into your palace than Ashe's. Your security's really starting to become a nuisance. Anyway, I just dropped in to pass you some more acceptable clothing for the wedding. No offence, but most of your nobility smell worse than an average Malboro. So here you go," a bundle of cleaner and newer clothing was tossed at Larsa's head, "and good luck. Now I have to go before Balthier and Fran decide to take off before I can get dressed properly...again."
He smiled at that. After an incident where Vaan got drunk and attempted to crash the Strahl into Giruvegan, Fran -with support from Balthier, who had been busy alternatively laughing and trying to correct the airship's course- had left him in the middle of Archadia. Completely naked and suffering from a massive hangover.
Penelo had been sympathetic. After she had teased him mercilessly about it, of course. He, of course, had recommended that Vaan be put on a chocobo and paraded through the streets as an object lesson to his citizens not to drink that much. After all, he was still a Solidor, even if he was a particularly nice example.
He dressed himself in the new clothing and regarded himself in the mirror. He'd had a growth spurt when he was fourteen and was now almost as tall as Vayne had been -thank the Occuria, if he'd had stayed shorter than her for much longer, it would have looked odd.
So much had changed since he had started to explore the world outside his borders. If things had gone according to plan, Drace should have been here, fussing about how many hooligans he’s allowed Penelo to bring in as her guests. Gabranth -not Basch, but the real Gabranth- should have been here advising him not to go through with this wedding to a citizen of a country that was only recently an enemy of Archadia.
And Vayne...Vayne shouldn’t have been here anyway, seeing as how he would probably rather kill Penelo in front of the whole of Ivalice than bless the marriage. He was okay with that though. He didn’t have to live in his brother’s shadow anymore.
The wedding went without incident. Besides for the fact that Penelo insisted that Vaan sing the Archadian national anthem before the vows -much to his amusement and Vaan’s displeasure- they had no problems. So when the Kiltias presiding finished his speech, he kissed Penelo without any hesitation.
It was worth waiting six years for after all.
Story Genre: Final Fantasy XII
Story Rating: PG.
Pairing: Penelo/Larsa.
Disclaimer: ...If I owned Final Fantasy XII, do you think I'd be writing fanfiction about it? Really?
Request:
mariagoner: Larsa/Penelo: The one where he finally, finally, finally gets to kiss her. Crossposted to larsaxpenelo. Follows my other two Larsa/Penelo stories (Story of the Proposal, and Of Funerals and Scantily Clad Sky Pirates).He could hardly wait.
He was finally getting married.
They had been engaged for six years, which was actually quite short by the standards of Archadian nobility. Still, he was now eighteen and -since his father had been too busy forcing the Senate to have collective heart attacks and Vayne had been too busy taking over the world to force him to marry some airheaded princess from Rozarria- he could get married to the person that he wanted to marry.
He'd already asked Ashe for her permission to marry her subject and she had reluctantly agreed. On the condition that he recompense her for the loss of this 'most dear of Dalmasca's daughters', through allying the two nations, permanently, and giving Dalmasca trade advantages over other nations.
She had also insisted that they follow Dalmascan customs during the engagement. This hadn't bothered him until she had managed to unearth an ancient statute dating back to Raithwall's period stating that the bride and groom could not kiss before the wedding. Unfortunately for Larsa and Penelo, no-one had ever thought to overrule that archaic piece of legislation. Queen Ashelia could be very malicious when it suited her. However, he had managed to convince her to throw an aristocratic title for Penelo into the deal. She was now either a Duchess or a Marquise, but he couldn't remember.
He'd only thrown it in so that the Senate would stop giving her dirty looks.
He fidgeted with the outfit. He wasn't entirely sure that he liked the attire that had been picked out for him. It looked like it had belonged to his great grandfather and it smelled even worse. As he tore apart his own wardrobe -and Vayne's, for that matter- for something presentable to wear, a familiar face peeked around the door.
"Getting cold feet?"
"How did you get in here? Never mind, I know. 'I'm a sky pirate and I know a way into every palace in Ivalice', right?"
Vaan smirked.
"Close enough. Although you should be proud, it took me twice as long to get into your palace than Ashe's. Your security's really starting to become a nuisance. Anyway, I just dropped in to pass you some more acceptable clothing for the wedding. No offence, but most of your nobility smell worse than an average Malboro. So here you go," a bundle of cleaner and newer clothing was tossed at Larsa's head, "and good luck. Now I have to go before Balthier and Fran decide to take off before I can get dressed properly...again."
He smiled at that. After an incident where Vaan got drunk and attempted to crash the Strahl into Giruvegan, Fran -with support from Balthier, who had been busy alternatively laughing and trying to correct the airship's course- had left him in the middle of Archadia. Completely naked and suffering from a massive hangover.
Penelo had been sympathetic. After she had teased him mercilessly about it, of course. He, of course, had recommended that Vaan be put on a chocobo and paraded through the streets as an object lesson to his citizens not to drink that much. After all, he was still a Solidor, even if he was a particularly nice example.
He dressed himself in the new clothing and regarded himself in the mirror. He'd had a growth spurt when he was fourteen and was now almost as tall as Vayne had been -thank the Occuria, if he'd had stayed shorter than her for much longer, it would have looked odd.
So much had changed since he had started to explore the world outside his borders. If things had gone according to plan, Drace should have been here, fussing about how many hooligans he’s allowed Penelo to bring in as her guests. Gabranth -not Basch, but the real Gabranth- should have been here advising him not to go through with this wedding to a citizen of a country that was only recently an enemy of Archadia.
And Vayne...Vayne shouldn’t have been here anyway, seeing as how he would probably rather kill Penelo in front of the whole of Ivalice than bless the marriage. He was okay with that though. He didn’t have to live in his brother’s shadow anymore.
The wedding went without incident. Besides for the fact that Penelo insisted that Vaan sing the Archadian national anthem before the vows -much to his amusement and Vaan’s displeasure- they had no problems. So when the Kiltias presiding finished his speech, he kissed Penelo without any hesitation.
It was worth waiting six years for after all.
