keenanoficeland:
“Íslenska hefur einnig fornafn” Keenan responded, a slow twinge of annoyance growing. Was it a french thing, to be so stuck up that you couldn’t possibly consider that you might be incorrect? “That is, Icelandic is gendered as well. We, however, have attempted to adapt our language to the changes in culture. So while I am sorry that your monarchy is not as accepting, and I didn’t not mean to cause any offense, I have made my choice of titles quite clear, including my previous visit, which I may mention, I have already apologized repeatedly for.” Keenan tried to be kind, they really did, but they had still been trained from birth to rule, and while they weren’t the best in diplomatic endeavours, they could still hold their ground when pressed. “If you must continue to dislike me, very well. But I will remind you that we are equals, Princess, whatever you make think of me as a person. So do not force your binary onto myself, and I will refrain from doing the same to you. Agreed?”
Morgan raised an eyebrow. “An apology would have been sufficient, heir apparent. Icelandic is not among the languages I’m fluent in. It’s not terribly useful for international politics, as I’m sure you’re aware. Just be more careful of how you use language in the future. You of all people should know that.“
Honestly, Morgan was so over the hostility they got every time they explained themself to people. The superiority complex was new, but equally annoying. How dare this royal act like it was some sort of personal achievement that their parents weren’t total dicks about their gender. They’d hoped they could find an ally in Keenan, but apparently the heir apparent of Iceland was too busy being offended by a simple mistake - Morgan hadn’t been aware that Keenan had changed their title - to think long term.
