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There is almost no way that anyone with an ounce of monarchical political knowledge would believe that Jisa and Treven's marriage came about the way it actually did. The theories must range wildly:
Jisa's mother Shavri used her position, both as King's Own and King Randale's lover, to ensure that her daughter would become Queen Consort if not Queen Regnant. (Very, very possible given the influence of both those positions and even likely, except for the fact that it couldn't be more wrong, Shavri was doing her best to keep Jisa off the throne)
1a. Debate ranges over how much Randale was involved, whether as a co-conspirator to being completely manipulated or too sick to do anything.
2. Randale used his position as King to make Treven marry his daughter so that Jisa would quasi-inherit even if she wasn't Chosen.
3. That one historian who is incredibly right about Vanyel being Jisa's biological father (probably not recorded in the Chronicles) and incredibly wrong about all the conclusions drawn from that. (No, Vanyel, arguably the most powerful person in the kingdom, did nothing to make Jisa queen.)
4. Treven had to marry Jisa to satisfy some court faction that supported her/bloodline traditionalists willing to overlook the out-of-wedlock part if it meant keeping Randale's direct bloodline (joke's on them).
5. Jisa seduced Treven to keep a position in the royal family.
6. What actually happened (which is probably in the Chronicles): two teens in love eloped with complete disregard for politics, they just happened to be the King's daughter and his distant Chosen heir.
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Treven
Close To You || Sally & Treven
Sally curled up with a book on one corner of the couch, waiting for the laundry to be done. She was in a pair of fluffy pajama bottoms and a p tee shirt. The epitome of comfortable. Her hair was damp from her shower still, though barely, it was cool against her cloth covered shoulder when she shifted slightly. Her book was good, a murder mystery type novel that had her almost literally on the edge of her seat when the moments got intense, but for now it was a lull in the action.
However that didn't stop her from jumping when the beeeeep! Sounded from the laundry room not that far away. She blushed, chuckling at herself as she set her book aside to go and get the laundry, piling it into the basket and enjoying for a moment the fluffy fresh scent of warm laundry. Grabbing the basket she nudged the door of the dryer shut with her foot. She carried the basket back to her previous seat, but instead slid to the floor so she could sort the laundry into piles as she folded.
You Raise Me Up || Treven&Sally
She was going insane, she was quite sure of it. She'd been locked up for a month and a half. He'd kept an extra eye on her for a while after Valentine's Day, but she'd managed to get out once before he'd gone over the edge and locked her away. She currently paced her room. He thought she was sleeping, she'd told him she was going to take a nap just a half hour ago. It was the only way he really left her alone anymore. Ever watchful brother. That and when he went into work. Which he was due to leave any time now. "Sally?" his voice called. She didn't answer, he simply checked the lock on her room and the adjoining bathroom. The moment his footsteps headed down the stairs she was watching form her window. Waiting to see the car pull away. Tugging back the curtain only once it was out of the drive way to watch.
He was gone. She had time now, and it was spent grabbing a few outfits, her jacket and leaving a note saying that she couldn't take it anymore she'd come back eventually to get her things. Though she didn't say in the note that she planned on doing it while he was gone since she still had a key to the outside door that did her no good now. She tossed open the window. It was afternoon, he was working afternoon to evening so that would give her time to find someone, anyone to help her out without him going on the hunt. She looked down, she'd never had the guts to do this before but she couldn't handle this anymore and breaking her leg was probably the worst that could happen. She dropped the backpack of clothes and a sketchbook down and stepped out. Thankful for the little design of the bricks on the wall that made a place to step. She turned and edged herself along that until she reached the spot above the entry way to the cellar, glad theirs was a smaller building rather than the little bulkheads some had. From there she grabbed her bag and just ran. She knew exactly where she'd go. To Mr.Gold. Surely he'd be willing to make a deal that gave her a home for a week or so until she could get her things together and go to the bank. She had money. She just... needed to get to it.
She was tired, but pushed herself to keep running she didn't want to be anywhere near their house in case Viktor had someone check on her.. She shoved the door open and looked up to the person behind the counter. She'd known he worked here-- but she hadn't expected Treven to be the one there. Tears streaked down her cheeks at the relief, and guilt of seeing him. She leaned against the door, not really being able to speak. It'd been almost two months of being locked away with no outside contact and the first person she ran into was the one she wanted to see most. And the realization that she could, potentially end up hopeless or locked up even longer... it was all to much for the usually rather reserved red head.
~ || Treven
TAGGING: Kolten and Trevor Hummel.
WHEN: Thursday, January 9th.
WHERE: Kolten and Trevor's Flat.
WHAT: Kolten finally tells Trevor what he's been hiding inside.
NOTES: Part 1? Idek.