A New Legacy
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a little while and will return them when I am finished.
Author’s Notes- I got a request for “in the moment kiss” and I knew I didn’t want to go the angry kiss route because I’ve written two angry NSFW fics. I wanted something sweeter this time and this idea popped into my head. It’s set before the wedding.
Pairing- Kenna/Diavolos
Rating- PG
Summary- Kenna and Diavolos discuss the Nevrakis family name.
Words- 696
“My mother took the name Rys when she married my father,” Kenna mused, tapping her fingers against the table in the war room.
The two of them were trying to sort out some of the many details involving their impending marriage. Turned out it wasn’t as simple as deciding they wanted to be together since there were two kingdoms to manage, which mean there were a lot of arrangements to make.
Diavolos raised an eyebrow, “are you suggesting I do the same?”
It was an interesting idea given how many bad feelings were associated with his family name. However, it wasn’t something Diavolos had considered. For better or worse, he had always been a Nevrakis and the idea of changing that now… Plus, the suggestion touched on a hidden insecurity, making Diavolos wonder if Kenna regretted choosing a Nevrakis as her king.
Kenna looked surprised, “what? Oh, no, I wasn’t… It would look like I was ashamed of who you are,” she pointed out, “and I’m not. Besides, it would just cause tension in Abanthus.”
Diavolos felt a rush of relief at her denial, he also knew she right about how it would go over in Abanthus. His people are proud and while the army reacted well to the news of his upcoming marriage, Diavolos knew that once word reached the nobles the would be wary, wondering what it meant for Abanthus’ future.
“Then why bring it up?” He asked, covering her hand with his.
“It was just something I was thinking about…” She told him, biting her lip, “I have to keep the name Rys, my people would demand it as much as yours would demand that you keep your name.”
“I always assumed you would,” Diavolos told her, honestly surprised by the conversation. “I would never expect you to take my name, Kenna. Even if Rys wasn’t your family’s royal name, I’d never ask you to take on my father’s name, not with all the pain the Nevrakis family has caused you.”
Kenna’s face softened. “I used to curse the Nevrakis name,” she said quietly, “but now… Now I see it as a new beginning. It’s not your father’s name anymore, it’s yours and as much as I hated your father, I love you a thousand times more.”
Diavolos sucked in a deep breath, overwhelmed by the love in her voice. He wasn’t the first to admit that he wasn’t the most humble man, but Kenna… Kenna, she had the ability to bring him to his knees, he was still completely in awe of the fact that she loved him.
He couldn’t find the words to express what he was feeling, so instead, he got up from his chair and pulled Kenna to her feet, kissing her deeply. He felt her sigh against him before she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his.
“I love you,” he told her softly when they finally pulled away.
Kenna smiled, “I know.” She tilted her head back so she was staring into his eyes. “I can’t take your name,” she continued, “but I want our children too.”
Diavolos froze. He hadn’t been expecting that. “But Rys is the royal name of Stormholt,” he reminded her.
Kenna shrugged, “we’ll worry about that eventually. But for now… For their childhoods, I want our children to have your name. I want you to think of the Nevrakis name as something to be proud of, of the new legacy that you are going to build. A much happier one.”
“Thanks to you,” Diavolos said gently, brushing his lips against hers. “You have brought so much happiness into my life, already.”
“And this is just the beginning,” she promised, “I have so many plans for you.”
Diavolos reached down and swung her into his arms.
“Diavolos!” She exclaimed with a laugh, “what are you doing?”
“Taking you somewhere so I can show you just how happy you make me,” he told her in a low voice, “and so we can discuss those ‘plans’ of yours.”
“I like the sound of that,” Kenna agreed, resting her head on his shoulder as he carried her out of the war room.
- End
