[ He shrugs at that bit of information – and the title still has a sort of funny ring to it. He definitely understands why Zelda would want an arrangement like this; he’s only been the public eye for, like, ten seconds in comparison to her, and he’s already chafing under all the scrutiny. ]
[ At the moment, they’re still going through the show of a courtship, sitting together in the courtyard of the castle. Peter’s had a lot of jobs that involved a whole lot of lying, and one of the first things he had said when he agreed to this was, “We need to make this look convincing.” So there had been a lot of chaperoned visits and gifts and holy hell it was the most tedious thing, and he’s sorry that they didn’t just up and announce the union out of the blue, like Zelda had suggested. The only silver lining is that they had pretty much finished going through the motions (the only thing left, now, was to make it official, at least on paper) and were provided some breathing room to themselves – in public, anyway; it’s not hard for a thief like Peter and practiced ninja like Zelda to sneak their way on and off the castle grounds.
(Naturally, when they snuck off to work a job, the assignments tended to be nothing too bad. Usually a lot of “retrieve this item that was stolen from me,” or “these guys are a-holes, please take away their magic ruby” or whatever. Peter’s not a total dick, after all.)
And aside from the accolades and the idea of, you know, being a goddamn king at least in title if not in responsibility, Peter knows that Zelda’s skills are seriously useful, and the idea of being partners was extremely tempting. His area of expertise is in lying to people to their faces with a charming smile, in switching out trinkets or divesting people of the goods in their pockets. It’s Zelda who has all the espionage skills, the stealth skills, who could slip in and out of a room without so much as a whisper or a breeze. And for a thief? Those are some seriously invaluable talents.
Still, the whole thing is—really fucking weird. Will he have to call himself Star-King for the sake of accuracy? Do they really expect him to, like, do parades and wave at people and perform charity work? Will they cotton on to the fact that he’s little more than a pickpocket and the marriage is basically a sham when he accidentally pilfers a ring off some dignitary’s finger? (Because he’s not a kleptomaniac by any means, but sometimes he just does that shit.)
Meh. They can worry about the particulars later. Peter’s always been the sort of person who lived in the moment, anyway, and at the moment, this has been a pretty sweet deal.
Which is why he favors Zelda with his most charming smile, eyebrow raised, looking every bit the roguish conman that he really is. ]
Pretty sure I’m the most handsome, too. I’m a serious catch, you know. You’re gonna have a lot of jealous women to contend with.
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[ He shrugs at that bit of information – and the title still has a sort of funny ring to it. He definitely understands why Zelda would want an arrangement like this; he’s only been the public eye for, like, ten seconds in comparison to her, and he’s already chafing under all the scrutiny. ]
[ At the moment, they’re still going through the show of a courtship, sitting together in the courtyard of the castle. Peter’s had a lot of jobs that involved a whole lot of lying, and one of the first things he had said when he agreed to this was, “We need to make this look convincing.” So there had been a lot of chaperoned visits and gifts and holy hell it was the most tedious thing, and he’s sorry that they didn’t just up and announce the union out of the blue, like Zelda had suggested. The only silver lining is that they had pretty much finished going through the motions (the only thing left, now, was to make it official, at least on paper) and were provided some breathing room to themselves – in public, anyway; it’s not hard for a thief like Peter and practiced ninja like Zelda to sneak their way on and off the castle grounds.
(Naturally, when they snuck off to work a job, the assignments tended to be nothing too bad. Usually a lot of “retrieve this item that was stolen from me,” or “these guys are a-holes, please take away their magic ruby” or whatever. Peter’s not a total dick, after all.)
And aside from the accolades and the idea of, you know, being a goddamn king at least in title if not in responsibility, Peter knows that Zelda’s skills are seriously useful, and the idea of being partners was extremely tempting. His area of expertise is in lying to people to their faces with a charming smile, in switching out trinkets or divesting people of the goods in their pockets. It’s Zelda who has all the espionage skills, the stealth skills, who could slip in and out of a room without so much as a whisper or a breeze. And for a thief? Those are some seriously invaluable talents.
Still, the whole thing is—really fucking weird. Will he have to call himself Star-King for the sake of accuracy? Do they really expect him to, like, do parades and wave at people and perform charity work? Will they cotton on to the fact that he’s little more than a pickpocket and the marriage is basically a sham when he accidentally pilfers a ring off some dignitary’s finger? (Because he’s not a kleptomaniac by any means, but sometimes he just does that shit.)
Meh. They can worry about the particulars later. Peter’s always been the sort of person who lived in the moment, anyway, and at the moment, this has been a pretty sweet deal.
Which is why he favors Zelda with his most charming smile, eyebrow raised, looking every bit the roguish conman that he really is. ]
Pretty sure I’m the most handsome, too. I’m a serious catch, you know. You’re gonna have a lot of jealous women to contend with.