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Not long after Midwinter, the air turned bitingly cold. Word is a great frost settled in the north, and has yet to lift.

At least the royal apartments are kept warm, Thayet thinks, kissing her son's forehead. Still, she tightens the sash on her thick robe before she slips out, leaving him to his dreams. Warm and clean and perfectly cozy.

Trailing her fingers along the wall of the passageway leading back to her bedroom, she stifles an ungracious sigh and watches her long, slim toes peek out from under her lavish hem as she walks. Things have looked different to Thayet since Roald was born. More and more she focuses on simplicity where it can be found, lest she choke on the splendor.

She's not unhappy or ungrateful, far from it, but sometimes when she's speaking with Buri, or manages to groom her own horse, she finds herself missing certain aspects of her old life.

Jon is in her room, as he is most every night, reading border reports. He says he likes the light, but she knows he likes the company and the freedom. It's one of the only places in the palace where he knows he won't be disturbed. Seeing him in the big chair by the fire, she smiles fondly.

"My lord, there's something I'd like to discuss."

Thayet's brow wrinkles. She hadn't intended to bring it up tonight, but now is as good a time as any.

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Jon holds up his hands placatingly, heading off her question before she can speak it.

"You know that I am well aware of the capabilities of women in combat. I'm just not sure the council is going to agree."

"You're the king, not them. Their counsel is appreciated, but you have the final word."

She rests a hand on his cheek and watches him closely.

"It's my enterprise. If it fails, the blame should be laid at my feet, not yours. I'm sure there is something we can provide them in return for their understanding and support."

Jon takes her hand and holds it firmly.

"No. This is our enterprise. Everything we do, we do together."

He purses his lips, thinking.

Thayet smiles. He's very handsome when he thinks, and surely no man is as clever or good-natured.

(She'd probably say very differently had he argued.)

Quietly: "What about doing as Alanna wishes?" The Lioness has made no secret of her quest -- demands, really -- to make it so girls can train for knighthood. "One without the other would feel wrong. And the Council wouldn't pay much attention to the Riders while you fight a fight I think you've been planning on fighting anyway."

Jon looks up at her, a smile growing on his face. He reaches over and pulls Thayet into a warm kiss.

"You, my lady, are a genius." He releases her and grins. "I think that is an excellent idea. Hit them with so many ideas at once they won't know which way their head is turning."

He tugs on a strand of her hair. "You have a wicked streak. It is probably why I love you so much."

"Did Buri not tell you that before we were married?" Thayet laughs, voice low and clear, and leans in for another kiss. "But probably that is one of many, many reasons."

He should feel free to list the others, if he is so inclined.

"You would have thought of it eventually," she adds after a moment, smile confident and gaze loving. "I've simply had a great deal of time to consider the issue while you've been busy feeding and protecting our people."

Jon shakes his head, teasing her lips with his.

"You've been working and worrying about them just as much as me. You are just as intelligent as you are beautiful."

He pulls back just enough to say, "So, we'll bring this before the council next week?"

"Yes," she agrees. "It promises to be anything but dull."

Business complete, Thayet lets her eyes go misty at the compliments. She presses a kiss to his forehead, then his cheek, and offers a hand as she stands.

"Come to bed," she whispers softly. "Those border reports will still be there tomorrow, and I'm reluctant to let you resume studying them."

Jon grins and allows himself to be pulled to his feet.

"Yes," he agrees, "they most certainly can."