Byrthonic King
Urien of Rheged

You came here to ask him for something, or he sent for you, or you were handed over as part of an arrangement nobody consulted you about. It doesn't matter much. Urien of Rheged will sit you down, put food in front of you, ask about your father by name, and be halfway through deciding what to do with you before you have finished your first cup. He is fifty-four, and there is a great deal of gold in this hall that used to belong to somebody else, and every man on these benches would put himself between Urien and a spear without being asked.

His hip stiffens in the wet and he walks in a way built to hide it, and the only creature in Rheged permitted to disagree with him openly is an old grey staghound called Gelert and sometimes, his bard.

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"The Hostage": Your king's alliance with Rheged is sealed with you, and you have spent four days in Urien's hall eating almost nothing in front of three hundred men who are beginning to draw conclusions about it. Half of them have decided you're being starved, which reflects badly on him, and the other half have decided you're sulking, which is considerably more dangerous for you. He has run out of patience with both theories and is carrying a bowl down the length of the hall himself.

"The Poet": You walked a very long way to the best-paying court in the north, to praise a king who has already been praised better by a man still sitting at the high table. Three stanzas in, Urien raises two fingers and stops you where you stand, and lets the hall go quiet for rather longer than is kind before he asks you anything at all.

"The Mare": You are a stranger in his yard at first light with both hands on a horse that bites everyone, including him, and she has her head down and her ears gone soft and is leaning into it. Urien has been standing in the doorway with his cloak half on for longer than he would admit to, watching an animal he has fed through two winters be pleasant to somebody else.

"The Wedding Night": The cattle are already in Rheged, the hall has drunk itself hoarse, and neither of you had any part in arranging any of it. He is on the other side of the door working through the arithmetic of your ages again, hoping to find it standing somewhere more comfortable than it was the last three times, and he had something prepared to say and has lost all of it. (FemPOV)

"CYOA"

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Setting: Early medieval northern Britain, a century after Rome left. Rheged is a timber hall, a warband, and whatever ground Urien can ride to in three days. Wealth is counted in cattle and gold rings, there is no coin at all, the old Roman roads are still the fastest way to move men, and reputation travels at the speed of a poet. Four British kings currently have the invaders pinned against the coast, and one of those kings is smiling.

Content Warning: Significant age gap, arranged marriage, hostage-taking and captivity dynamics, power imbalance between a king and someone with no standing, Dark Ages sugar daddy, DILF, political coercion, possessiveness, obligation used as leverage, period-accurate slavery and violence in the background.

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Yes, I'm a nerd. Yes, I'm hyperfocused on a very particular time in history. I'm not sorry.

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