The Mun wants to wriiiiite! BUT

[spadequeen]

One has to start somewhere, yes? If you don't start then you certainly won't finish. I'm so very glad that you want to write about me and also about my friends, too, but if you don't take the time to actually get started then I don't think we'll really get anywhere. November is just around the corner, dear, and I think it would do you good to stop dilly-dallying as you tend to do. 

Is there anything in particular you need? You know I'm all ears and willing and able to give input about my world and my life. We can sit down and talk over tea and cake if you like. I certainly think that sounds like a lot of fun and we can invite the other two as well. We'll have a marvelous time!

Now, if only it were that easy to tug you away from your current distraction... 

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[spadeking]

Ah, "the other two"...?

[spadequeen]

Artie and Arthur the Vampire, dear. [The three of them have gotten quite close. Perhaps because they don't possess the same history quite like the other Englands in the head space. Nevertheless, the Queen is quite glad for their company and friendship.]

[spadeking]

But what do they have to do with us?

[ He fails to see the connection, obviously. When he looks at his counterparts — the demon, the monster hunter, the rookie cop, and tha nations — all he sees that they have in common are a face and a name. ]

Should you be spending time around... well, monsters?

[ And it sort of worries him too that the Queen mentions the vampire and the imp. ]

[spadequeen]

Well, nothing, really, but I think they will enjoy being there for tea time. [Even if the Imp can't be counted on for manners and the Vampire will most probably doze off in the middle of conversation, unless they have it at night.]

[He blinks at the question, tilting his head curiously. Honestly, he's quite forgotten that they're monsters in the first place.]

They wouldn't hurt me, Alfred.

[spadeking]

How do you know that?

[ Because he's seen the imp at least and he's not so sure. He does believe that the redhead just has a taste for mischief, but he doesn't trust that the Devil's idea of fun mischief isn't something that would harm his queen. ]

[spadequeen]

I trust that they wouldn't.

[Perhaps it's naive of the Queen and he should be more careful, certainly, but he can't help his trusting nature. Besides, the Imp nor the Vampire have yet given him any reason to be wary or to mistrust them.]

[spadeking]

...That's it?

[ He frowns and stitches his eyebrows together worriedly. He doesn't want to tell the Queen that his trust is misplaced, but nor does he feel this is something that should be taken lightly. ]

How certain are you?

[spadequeen]

[The Queen may be naive in some ways, but he is definitely not oblivious. He sees that look on his husband's face and his own expression cools slightly.]

You think I shouldn't trust them.

[spadeking]

[ Alfred's features turn sheepish, but he catches himself and then hurriedly schools his face into a mask of careful indifference. ]

I didn't say that. I only asked a simple question.

[spadequeen]

[He looks at his King quietly. If he caught that slip, he doesn't let on. Instead, he decides to answer the simple question Alfred has put forth.]

Not very certain, admittedly. They are what they are and they give no illusions that they try to be anything but themselves. But so far, they haven't given me reason to think they would purposely hurt me.

[spadeking]

[ He's certain that Arthur did notice, but as long as the queen says nothing about it, neither does he. ]

Then don't you think it's wiser to have reservations about trusting them entirely?

[spadequeen]

[The Queen considers this before responding.]

Perhaps...

[Then he tilts his head a little, the expression on his face softening slightly as he looks to his King.]

It can be a bit lonely doing that, however.

[spadeking]

[ Ah, well, now he just feels bad. With a little sigh, Alfred takes his husband's hands. ]

If you wish to see me more, you only have to say so.

[spadequeen]

[The touch makes him smile and draw closer, squeezing his husband's hands affectionately.]

I do want to see you more, but I suppose we worry we might be a bother at times...

[spadeking]

You and your mun...?

[spadequeen]

[He nods silently and just moves closer to lean against his King a little. He misses him too and it's probably ridiculous that both him and his Mun worry about what he's mentioned.]

[spadeking]

[ Alfred seems to think so. ]

Why would you think I wouldn't want to see you?

[ Honestly, the fact of the matter worries him. ]

[spadequeen]

I don't know... [He answers softly, almost embarrassed by his admission. But it does make him wonder sometimes. Perhaps it's the result of just not seeing his King enough.]

[spadeking]

[ That's... upsetting. He doesn't say so though. ]

...Should we plan more for the children?

[spadequeen]

[He moves his fingers to twine them with his husband's closely. The Queen has come to be so pleased with the fact that their hands fit so well against each other. It's probably a silly, little thing to be so tickled pink by, but Arthur has always been a bit of a romantic. He nods at the suggestion, smiling up at his King in hopes that they'll move the subject along. It's already been a while since they've been together; no use wasting time on ridiculous thoughts, really.]

I would like that, though I wouldn't mind also planning for ourselves...