For Moo, because no one will write this pairing for her :[
mood: 
contemplative
contemplativeby Sir Kieran of the Crimean Knights
At noon precisely when the sun was as grand as my valor in battle, the Queen met with King Tibarn in the council hall. The dukes were not present as per the agreement that was issued in light of the unfortunate previous incident involving feather dusters.
The meeting took place after lunch, which was a boar provided by the King himself. I have killed larger, but it was a sumptuous spread all the same, including fine, strong wines from the mountains of Phoenicis. Both the King and the Queen were in good spirits when the meeting began, and my heart swelled to see that our two nations would stand proudly together.
The King opened the meeting by extending praise to Crimea's obvious fine foodstuffs, since the queen was very healthy looking. [Recorder's Note: the Recorded states, "I believe that's what he said, anyway."] The Queen graciously thanked him, and complimented him on the fine meats the bird tribes enjoy. [Recorded states, "Yes, really."]
King Tibarn then remarked that before any serious negotiations were to start, it would be a good idea to compare figures. Of course, on food stores and harvests! The Queen thought this to be an excellent idea, and asked me to excuse them as this was sensitive information. Yes, her majesty did use those exact words. Are you calling me a liar? [Recorder's Note: No.]
After some time had passed--no I don't know how long, I found a poor maiden being harassed by a spider and I gallantly--oh fine. I went to check on how the meeting was progressing, but was stopped from knocking by a somewhat hysterical Prince Reyson. I ended up escorting him throughout the castle until he calmed down. The Queen later said that negotiations must continue for some time yet, as the figures were quite intriguing. Why are you beating your head against the desk?
embarrassed