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smallfandomflshTitle: Whatever it Takes
Rhys didn't think he would ever defy his father. For most of his life he hadn't even needed to, fortunately. He'd been allowed to marry the strange, almost inhumanly beautiful girl with soft, radiant azure hair who he'd found washed up on a beach one day. They hadn't known anything about her, never mind whether she was of a suitable bloodline. His father had shrugged and said it was within his authority to raise her as one of his own. He was reasonable about most things like that, especially with his son, who needed to get used to being in command. You didn't ever want to get on his bad side, however. He was the sort of man who could, and would, have his own son thrown in a dungeon if he thought it was for the best. Such as now, when Rhys had declared that he would go out into the world right now and rescue his bride, snatched from him on their wedding day. If it meant rekindling the embers of war with the Layans, if it meant taking on the dragon-like beast one his own that he'd seen fly away from the castle, if it meant leaving the Kingdom without an heir - he'd do it anyway. His bride meant more than any of this to him. Whatever his father decided to do next, it wasn't worse than spending another night worrying about Maia.
Fandom: Phantasy Star III
Rating: G/Het
Character/pairing: Rhys/Maia
Spoilers: none
Other tags: early game, roulette
Word count: 238
Rhys didn't think he would ever defy his father. For most of his life he hadn't even needed to, fortunately. He'd been allowed to marry the strange, almost inhumanly beautiful girl with soft, radiant azure hair who he'd found washed up on a beach one day. They hadn't known anything about her, never mind whether she was of a suitable bloodline. His father had shrugged and said it was within his authority to raise her as one of his own. He was reasonable about most things like that, especially with his son, who needed to get used to being in command. You didn't ever want to get on his bad side, however. He was the sort of man who could, and would, have his own son thrown in a dungeon if he thought it was for the best. Such as now, when Rhys had declared that he would go out into the world right now and rescue his bride, snatched from him on their wedding day. If it meant rekindling the embers of war with the Layans, if it meant taking on the dragon-like beast one his own that he'd seen fly away from the castle, if it meant leaving the Kingdom without an heir - he'd do it anyway. His bride meant more than any of this to him. Whatever his father decided to do next, it wasn't worse than spending another night worrying about Maia.
