This comes after the current story as of today in Malina & the Border Banners, assume it’s a side story.
This was prompted in my Bisexual Visibility Day prompt call.
“There are things you will need to consider as the Queen of this place.”
The sand-cat paced on the desk, lecturing the girl, who had been named Malina Serafina Anastazja Dominika Naveed Jeleń nic Cecília O Alexandre, but who we will call Malina for the purposes of this story. “There are many things about which you will need to learn,” the cat continued.
“The borders.” Malina nodded slowly. “Yes. And war. And the magic, right? I don’t know anything about the magic yet. And – and the – how these worlds are connected and -“
She felt like she was just beginning her studies again, like everything was strange and nothing made sense and she was running just to try to keep up.
“No, important things.” The cat huffed. “Well, other important things.”
“Other important things? Cat, if I have to worry about one more thing, I might just walk back into the desert and hug a cactus.”
“Not a cactus.” The cat jumped up onto her shoulder in one leap. “Not a cactus, no. You will be Ruler here. You will need a Consort. Or several. You will need a lineage, and you will need to share the weight of the crown and the scepter and all they mean.”
“Consorts. Consorts. You want me to think about consorts?”
“I don’t want you to think about them in the specific yet, no. I want you to consider, for a moment – let us call it as a break between everything else that you are worried about – things that you would be interested in, things that a consort ought to show. For instance, a smooth, shiny coat of fur, an upright tail, ears that aren’t too bitten by fights, a good run-“
Malina laughed. “I think the ears are the least – well, all right, I have seen a few people who’ve lost a little bit of ear in a fight, people who stand on two legs like me, that is. So you want me to write down what I think Royal Consorts ought to be like.” She paused, halfway to picking up her pen. “You said more than one. One ought to be able to help me with an heir, of course – but do they all need to be male?”
“I can’t see why.” The cat sat down on the desk and stared at her. “I can’t see any reason why you can’t think about everything that would please you. You are – or will be – queen, after all.”