[When Sylvain looks up and sees the way Khalid is looking at him, it makes his heart leap into his throat and get stuck there. He feels a blush cross his face.
He holds his fingers out for Nadine, letting her grip one on each hand in her strong little baby grip, and he holds her upright like that, waving her little arms up and down. She burbles happily, yelling in her happy baby way when he swoops down to kiss the top of her head.]
You most certainly do.
[He grins back.]
What are the expectations on you, regarding heirs? And what can we get away with fudging?
The main expectation is that I have several. [Khalid chuckles, watching Sylvain make Nadine do a ridiculous little dance with her arms and reaching out to tickle her tummy in between bites of food.]
All the better to make them compete with each other for the throne, right? [He rolls his eyes-- clearly that's not a concern for him. He has been subtly pushing Almyra down a different path, after all.]
[Sylvain sighs and rolls his eyes. Yeah, he could have predicted that. His frustration at that expectation melts away when Khalid reaches in to tickle Nadine's tummy and she laughs. Her strong little fat legs bounce her up and down on Sylvain's thigh, and she squeezes his fingers even tighter.]
Right, that's exactly what we want, to pit our children against each other.
[There's more bitterness to his tone than he intends, thinking of Miklan, thinking of Claude's own elder half-brothers. He's quite confident that is absolutely not what either of them want.]
Would you want to take your time and find another consort, or just... ask someone we trust?
[He is supportive either way, though the former would certainly take more time, and as far as he knows, Claude doesn't have anyone in mind.]
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He holds his fingers out for Nadine, letting her grip one on each hand in her strong little baby grip, and he holds her upright like that, waving her little arms up and down. She burbles happily, yelling in her happy baby way when he swoops down to kiss the top of her head.]
You most certainly do.
[He grins back.]
What are the expectations on you, regarding heirs? And what can we get away with fudging?
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All the better to make them compete with each other for the throne, right? [He rolls his eyes-- clearly that's not a concern for him. He has been subtly pushing Almyra down a different path, after all.]
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[Sylvain sighs and rolls his eyes. Yeah, he could have predicted that. His frustration at that expectation melts away when Khalid reaches in to tickle Nadine's tummy and she laughs. Her strong little fat legs bounce her up and down on Sylvain's thigh, and she squeezes his fingers even tighter.]
Right, that's exactly what we want, to pit our children against each other.
[There's more bitterness to his tone than he intends, thinking of Miklan, thinking of Claude's own elder half-brothers. He's quite confident that is absolutely not what either of them want.]
Would you want to take your time and find another consort, or just... ask someone we trust?
[He is supportive either way, though the former would certainly take more time, and as far as he knows, Claude doesn't have anyone in mind.]