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Guest Grove of Kor Aren
One Month after the Spring Court Coronation

Ameris had been in this (admittedly nice) hellhole for a month now and he was very much over it. His father had banned every fae that worked at the guest grove from serving him alcohol and he had the alcohol stores hidden under lock and key. It was torture. A sober torture. This was the first time Ameris had been sober in almost six millennia and he was not a fan.

The first two weeks in his new home were spent breaking things, stalking about, being angry, and sleeping. The next three weeks had seemed to level out more. Ameris still had a short fuse and he was still angry but he had at least left the house. He had finally started to make an effort to be friendly with other people who were staying in the guest grove.

There was one woman in particular that he had taken a liking to and he actually looked forward to seeing her. It was weird. She reminded him of someone but he couldn't place his finger on it. He just knew that he liked Lirienn and he liked their tea dates. Well...it was mostly him flirting with her and trying to get her to come back to his home but it was still fun. He liked a bit of a challenge.

One of the various reasons that Ameris was so mad is because Asemir still hadn't seen him. They had shit to talk about. Ameris had many demons to work through and it all started with sitting down and talking to his father.

Today, Ameris had been minding his own business just outside the courtyard when he saw the ridiculously tall, blonde fae male. Asemir. It was time to say hello.

"I think it time for us to talk. I have been here a month now," he blurted out like a petulant child as he came to the side of the man who created him.
 
In that month Asemir had been to the Kor Aren Guest Grove only twice. The first time a short visit to check in on his mother and ensure that Ameris had been properly welcomed and settled in. The second time to meet with emissaries of both Autumn and Winter to arrange for sanctuary of the Duskirae presently uprooted from their homes in Mirlorne.

Mirlorne had been fully evacuated now, and the process had taken a great toll on the Triumvir. Eske was a shell of her former self and Neliinne had more Duskirae in Ahoma Cove than ever before. The strain on two remaining groves was intense and he hoped that Mab and Midir would continue to be as generous with taking in the remaining refugees as they could. Until the blight of Mirlorne was contained and a means of ... fixing? Healing? Dispelling? He wasn't even sure - but until they could find a way to clear the forest of the death running rampant through the ancient trees, he wasn't sure anyone would be returning home anytime soon.

These thoughts weighed on him so much that he'd completely forgotten about the man who claimed to be his son living at the guest grove. So when Ameris approached him, blurting out his discontent, it caught the Triumvir faintly off-guard. For a moment Asemir looked at the younger man with mild confusion, and then the entire ordeal at the Spring Coronation came flooding back in.

Frowning and feeling an unexpected wash of guilt add to the sea of troubles he currently swam, Asemir gave him a nod, "Yes ... so you have. Come with me, we'll talk in my solar."

There he could at least sit down and rest. Ase wasn't sure how much sleep he'd gotten in the last month, but he knew it wasn't anywhere near enough. Gesturing for the man to follow, he stepped unhurriedly across the courtyard and to the central atrium entryway, "You have been kept well in that month, I hope?"
 
Asemir did not have the same attitude he had at the coronation. He seemed stressed and tired. Ameris felt slightly bad for the way he had approached his father now. He did not apologize though. He did not feel that bad.

Instead of saying anything, he just nodded and started to follow Asemir at a more leisurely pace. He had already seemed to calm down a little. It was weird that not being drunk helped control his moods better. Who would have thought?!

As they entered the atrium, Ameris looked at Asemir with a small smile. "Yes, the not drinking thing has been irritating but I have discovered tea. I have discovered tea and a beautiful woman so it has not been all bad."

He was curious if Asemir had accepted that he was his son yet. They looked too much alike for there to be a denial.
 
Discovered tea and a beautiful woman had he? Asemir's brows leavened at the revelation - truly two good things to discover. Though Ase wasn't much for tea himself, he enjoyed it from time to time.

"Alcohol is the drink of the ailing heart and tea that of the wandering soul," he remarked as he lead the way from the atrium and down the west main hall, "or so I've been told."

"But beautiful women are something else entirely. What Lady of the Grove has caught your eye? Is it Moira? She's quite lovely..." and quite a bit too young for himself, but rather appropriate for a man half his age like Ameris.
 
Ameris let out a hmph at the wandering soul comment. That was accurate. Yes, he had a home here now - for now - but he still had so many questions and so many things to figure out. Having a father who didn't beat him was a new, pleasant feeling...even if he had forced sobriety on him against his will.

He smiled at the mention of Moira. She was quite lovely and she had been very helpful this last month. If he hadn't been trying to turn over a new leaf, he would have taken her back to his home within the first few minutes of meeting her. He did not speak his thoughts on that out loud though.

"It is not Moira, but she has been a great help this last month. No, her name is Lirienn and she is the one that suggested tea to me. We meet up a couple times a week. She has not given in to my charms though," he let out a low chuckle. "She is a beautiful and brilliant woman," he finished his thought.
 
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That Moira was helpful he felt no surprise over. Moira was a Duskirae who excelled in running a house. He'd assigned her the task of ...hostess of sorts. To help all guests within the citadel feel welcome and see that their needs were met. Though unspoken for, Moira was not an easy heart to catch. Asemir couldn't say why, but he got the impression she was waiting for something ... or someone.

A soulmate, perhaps. One she thought she might know the moment she met them. He hadn't really asked because, frankly, he'd never really been interested enough in the woman to learn. That she did her job well was all he needed.

However the mention of Lirienn gave the Triumvir a sudden stir and it took him by such surprise that he nearly stumbled over a step. Catching himself as he reached the top, Ase gave the staircase a wary glance and calmly smoothed his robes, "Indeed?"

Asemir would rather not think of his mother in such a way and the very idea of Ameris pursuing her disturbed him on a level he couldn't quite find words for. She was a tigress toying with a kitten, allowing it to amuse her in the moments she so deigned to have company beyond her thoughts.

"Lirienn is a peculiar one, for certain..." he eyed Ameris. Should he tell him? ...perhaps not just yet. After all, nothing had been proven so far as their blood relation and he wasn't one to simply go off looks when the boy could just as easily be the progeny of his brother and, honestly, that Lirienn was entertaining company at all spoke volumes. She rather liked intruding on his own business when she knew him to be around and as much as Asemir did love his dear, sweet mother so, having someone to distract her from plans to find him a wife could prove useful.

"Her favorite flowers are iris," Asemir offered with a small half smile, "I'm sure if you asked Moira to help you procure some from the grove market, she'd know precisely which merchant to send you to."

They'd arrived at the entrance to his own private chambers, to which he unlocked the doors with a key produced from thin air. Leading in first to a sitting room that branched off to three other rooms: a study to the left, his bedchambers to the right, and the solar straight ahead.

Normally he'd offer wine to any other guest, but it seemed the lack thereof had done the young man some good. "Tea?" he offered as he lead back to the solar, "I can have Tellen bring lunch if you've not taken it yet."
 
Asemir's reaction to Lirienn and the fact that he knew her favorite flower made Ameris wonder if she was an ex of his fathers. He would not be surprised if they had the same taste in women. Well...honestly...Ameris' only type had ever been beautiful and female. He was not very particular when it came to anything else.

"Oh, you know her?" He asked nonchalantly. Should he pry or leave it for now? Pry. "Is she an ex?" If he was going to pry then he was going to pry. Why beat around the bush?

The duo walked into Asemir's chambers and Ameris was looked around with an impressed hmmm. This is the type of place he had always wanted to live in but right now he would take whatever he could get. The guest grove home was perfect.

"Tea would be great, thank you," he replied as they stepped into the solar. "And no, I ate already."
 
Asemir turned a look of offense to the young man, "No. Not at all."

The notion made him mentally shudder. Woof.

"But we have known one another for a very, very..." he sighed the long-suffering sigh of one who knew too much, "very long time."

Thank goodness for tea - a thought he didn't believe would ever pass through his mind. A nod given, he stepped over to a braided tassel hanging in the corner and gave it a tug. Moments later a wood nymph zipped in through the open doors, "Lord Triumvir, so glad to see you again!" it pipped, spinning gleefully through the air to land in front of Ameris as though the boy were the man.

A blink, then, as it laid eyes more properly on him, "Oh ... apologies, I thought you were-"

"Tea, Finnit," Asemir said as he took a seat at the round table set by two tall windows, "for our guest, and the elderberry tonic for myself."

"Of course, Lord, right away!" and off the nymph fluttered.
 
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Ameris dropped the topic of Lirienn but tucked away the iris information for future reference. You never knew when that type of information would come in handy.

The wood nymph getting the two of them confused made a smug smirk curve his lips. If his father's own attendant got them wrong then how could anyone deny their relationship. That was the first question he would ask though. It needed to get settled sooner rather than later.

The blonde boy took one of the empty seats at the table with Asemir. Once the drinks had been ordered, Asemir spoke once more.

"I think the first thing we need to talk about is getting confirmation about our relationship. You have your doubts and I respect that but I do not."

It was amazing how clear Ameris' mind had been this last month. That didn't mean his issues had all of a sudden disappeared but he could deal with them a little better lately.
 
Asemir's gaze lacked a certain amount of empathy for the present situation. He'd taken time to think on it in between everything else far more pressing on his mind, and though Ameris seemed to place quite high a precedence on identifying their connection - for Ase it was about seven thousand years too late.

Where was this going? he wondered.

"Of course," he assented at the very least. It would be best to know for certain rather than allow rumors to spread unchecked, "I will send a missive tonight to call in a favor with one of the Sluagh. They should be able to settle the matter in little time."

The tea and tonic arrived. Finnit magicked the tray onto the table and quickly poured each their glass before flickering off again. Asemir nursed his tonic after a drawn sip, "If you are, in fact, of my blood ... what then?" The man faintly raised a brow of curiosity at Ameris, "What is it you want from this?"
 
Ameris studied the tea cup intently for longer than necessary before he finally spoke to answer Asemir's question.

"I lost everything when I went to Titania. I did not realize her hatred for you ran as deep as mine did," he ran his fingers through his hair.

He let out a deep sigh wondering how deep he wanted to get into things with his father. He supposed he could and should share everything. It may be seven thousand years too late but he had no family, no home, no friends. He needed someone especially if he couldn't have alcohol.

"When I found out you were my father, I about destroyed my entire house. I went on a binge for a good month and I do not really remember anything from then. I wanted to kill you when I first sought you out..." He finally picked up his tea and took a small sip.
 
Asemir did not realize the younger man hated him at all. Certainly he recognized some malcontent, but hatred for him as deep as Titania's? That made very little sense to him. Asemir had history with Titania - he'd practically raised the little bitch after his sister's death. He'd been both her Uncle and a surrogate father figure, and perhaps that was his crime. Caring too much, trying to hard.

Titania was a petulant little cunt, but at least his own memories of all the things he could have, would have, should have done with her were there.

With this boy? He had nothing.

100% zero.

And Ameris wanted to kill him, allegedly.

Asemir furrowed his brow at these admittances, frowning into deep thought as he took another sip of his shrub tonic. "Ameris..." he began, "you've caught me flat-footed. Of all the many enemies I've made for myself in my long life, you are the only one that I cannot fathom why. Where does this implacable hatred for me come from?"
 
Ameris took another sip of tea and then set down the glass. If it was not in his hand, he could not break it as he spoke about his past. It was not hard to bring the memories to the surface since they lived in his mind rent free. It had only gotten worse the past month without alcohol to smother them.

"I fought in the second Great Reclamation War when I was a little over a thousand years old. I fought against you. You killed many of my friends and the only reason I was among the survivors is my affinity." He looked out the window for a minute of dead silence.

"I also blamed you for being raised by my mothers abusive husband but I now know that you had no idea about me so you cannot help that." He picked up his tea again and took a few sips.

He would kill for some whiskey right now. He needed it. He did not like talking about feelings or bringing up the past. He hated it actually. He hated it a lot.
 
Asemir's frown only deepened, but for some reason he lacked sympathy for the man.

"I fought against hundreds of people in the second war, perhaps thousands..." he stated with an air not quite unlike casual boredom. That war was half a lifetime ago for him and while war wasn't something one simply forgot, the edges of guilt and the pangs of regret grew dull after so long. Many of the people he'd created enemies out of in that war were long dead, and not by his hand.

"I will not apologize for the friends you lost, regardless of if they went by my hand or another from my side. No one ever apologized to me for those I lost in the first war ... or the second. Or any war or battle before, between, or after. War is only personal between those that declare it. Those that fight in it," Asemir looked to the younger man dispassionately, "we're just tools to get the job done. If you want someone to throw your anger at, look to those that gave the command to fight."

Mab.

Titania.

He thought on how Eske and Vashe had approached Mab before each war, pleading with her to hear their words. To see reason. To spare the lives of thousands for some petty slight. To find a diplomatic solution. What had Mab done? Dismissed them entirely. The memory was enough to dredge up his own anger he felt tied to that history, one that had not surfaced in many hundreds of years.

"The next time you take tea with Lady Lirienn, ask her what my scars mean to her."
 
The more Asemir said, the angrier Ameris became.

Every single word that came out of his mouth caused Ameris to clinch his fists a little more. Luckily, he had set down the tea cup before his fists started to turn into a vice grip.

"You were the reason we were decimated. You were their leader. You fought against your own home! Your own people! So I blame you for giving the command to fight!"

His voice grew louder with each word.

"And why the fuck would Lady Lirienn know anything about your scars? That doesn't matter anyways! What matters is your ruined my life!"

It was clear that Ameris did not receive any stories about Asemir from Titania.
 
Ameris did not say another word to his father. He simply stood from the table and left. He was quite proud of himself for not slamming the door on the way out.

He only said fuck Asemir like fifty times on the way back to his guest home.

~~ One Week Later ~~
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Ameris had not left his home except to get food once a day. He pretty much stayed in bed or laid on the couch until he was so hungry that he had to move. This is why he drank. This bullshit. These feelings. He thought about just leaving the Dusk Court so many times. Leaving and starting over somewhere else...with alcohol.

He didn't leave though.

He needed to know for sure before he left and drank himself to death. He needed to know the truth.

At this moment, he laid in the dark living room on the floor with his hands over his face. The Sluagh should be here soon.
 
Ameris grumbled a thank you and sat up. He had dressed for company so it was only a minute before he was on his feet and walking to the door.

He smiled when he beheld Lady Lirienn's beautiful face. "Have you finally decided to take me up on my offer for a private tea?"

His easy going, winning smile had completely taken over his face as he leaned against the wall waiting for her answer.
 
Lirienn stood dressed to the nines, as though she were on her way to some very high-brow fete, as per usual. Her gaze of gold briefly gave the man a once over, less in the manner that a woman might eye up a potential romp in the sack and more in the way a mother hen assessed the quality of her brood. One fateful conversation over the week had given the woman a treasure trove of intel and Lirienn was nothing if not hungry to learn more. He was a strapping man, this she already knew from previous encounters, and now she understood why it was his image struck her so.

"You flatter me," she intoned over a knowing smile, "but I'm rather in the mood for a promenade about the grove and would very much like the escort of a handsome young fellow."
 
Ameris noticed the once over but it went over his head that it was anything more than a beautiful woman appreciating his beauty.

"I only speak the truth when I say you look more radiant each time I see you, Lady Lirienn."

Being the gentleman that he was, Ameris offered his arm to her before they took off on their promenade. He was more than okay being the arm candy of the fetching Lady.

"You and Asemir go far back in your friendship? I told him that you were one of the reasons my stay here has not been so terrible. He, of course, sang your praises."

Ameris smiled down at Lirienn. He was trying this whole small talk thing.
 
Since meeting the boy, Lirienn had been possessed by an overwhelming disbelief that he did not know who she was. Despite being two generations removed from her throne, the Dowager Queen of Summer had never left the eye of the Court or her people except for her holidays away. Was he so utterly oblivious? The thought was amusing, endearing, and terribly insulting. So much so that she'd decided letting it ruin her fun with his attention, which had done well to cheer her sullen mood, wasn't worth the effort of being offended.

She accepted his compliment, took his arm, and stepped off at his side with all the mastered grace of a Queen.

"Yes, the Triumvir and I do go back quite a long time..." Lirienn smiled pointedly, "did you now? Is it really so terrible here..." frankly she rather appreciated the quiet of the Kor Aren guest grove.
 
"It is an adjustment," Ameris said in response to her question. "This is the longest amount of time I have spent sober in..." He tried to do mental calculations but gave an estimate instead. "almost six thousand years."

This was the first time that his past had actually caused him to internally flinch. Maybe it was admitting it to Lirienn or maybe it was admitting it to himself.

"I doubt I will be staying much longer. I am not wanted here but I need an answer before I leave..."
 
"That is a very long time to be persistently inebriated," the Lady replied, doing well to mask the distaste for his lifestyle choice from both her tone and her expression. Her face schooled as utterly unreadable on the subject, much as it always was, she clasped a firm hand over his forearm and gave it a squeeze that suggested she just might be a bit more than her appearance lead on.

"Not wanted? What a strange thing to say - if you were not welcome here, you would not be here," despite Asemir's best attempts at getting her to go ... anywhere other than here where she could be in his hair and under his feet, Lirienn found herself quite welcome otherwise. She didn't know too much about how the Dusk Court operated, but so far as she did know; those who were not welcome would not be found here.
 
Ameris grunted out a laugh to her comment. It was a very long time but he preferred not to be sober. Not to remember and relive the war all day, every day for the same amount of time. It was not worth it. The anger that filled him when he thought about his past. He felt his heart beat start to pick up its pace as they walked. He refused to lash out at Lirienn though or to lash out near her. He had been trying so hard. So hard.

"We will see, I suppose. There is nothing here for me if the answer is not what I believe it to be. There is probably not much more if it is, honestly."

Ameris gave her a small smile. "What is the real reason you came to see me today, Lady Lirienn?" She had never come to his home before so he doubted that it was just because she wanted to walk with him.
 
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