Short fic about newly-crowned King Alistair coming to terms with being married to Anora, and vice versa.

“We were playing a pickup game on a rink in my hometown and I high sticked him in the face and knocked his front tooth out. I thought he was going to be so angry but he looked at me like he wanted to hold out his bloody tooth to me and propose.”

Despite his best efforts, Andrew finds himself a family.